Alex nodded. "The ones I get to do my homework when I don't feel like it."
"Fifteen actually," he replied, smirking a little. He brought a hand up to rest on her arm. "So glad that I live up to the House standards. I would have hated to have been a disappointment."
"Yup, practically legal." Alex chuckled now, grinning. "Don't worry, I only get smart with you because I care. And you're more than welcome to come to my room any time you want. I think Brian would shit his pants, which is more than enough reason for me."
"But who cares about technicalities," Alex said with a shrug, smirking. He moved one of his hands to the back of her head, cradling it slightly in case the position got uncomfortable for her.
"Perhaps. But I hope not. There's a lot I'd still like to do in life before I die."
"The police," Emilie said simply, tapping him on the chin with an extended finger. "Maybe you'll get your chance because the littlest Redd goes postal, hm?"
"What they don't know can't hurt them," Alex quipped with a wink and a grin. "I'd like to think it's not hopeless and his rampage is avoidable altogether."
"Mm," Emilie nodded. She pulled herself up from her position hanging over his shoulder, she was a little tired of feeling like she was a dishtowel.
"You're really that desperate, aren't you?" Emilie leaned her head against his shoulder, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, her arms still draped over his chest.
"Maybe you should start with being nicer to him? They say it's always the quiet ones, you know."
"I'm never desperate," he responded, metaphorical nose going up. Alex may be many things, but he would never allow himself to be desperate. That just wouldn't be cool.
"I'm perfectly nice to him. I've never smoked in our room, I keep my side relatively clean, I look out for him when I feel he needs it..." He gave a little shrug. Brian was probably the only one among his grade he really considered a 'friend', in a loose definition of the word. "He's just weird."
"And do you? Have options, I mean." She was grinning now, her mouth against the skin of his neck. "I was a little younger than you when I first lost mine, so you've still got some time before it becomes... embarrassing."
"No, you can't. If you know a serial killer, you're already in danger. Something like 76 percent of homicide victims knew their killer."
"Of course." She echoed, yawning. She was a little bored of this 'I'm-so-cool' act. "Well I guess I better let you get to it then!" She stood up and stretched.
He turned his head slightly and tilted it, looking up at her, blinking slightly. "This second?" Well, he hadn't planned on it happening that quick. By the end of the school year maybe, but now?
"Don't lie, Alex." Emilie crossed her arms, scowling now. "And especially don't lie to me. If you can't man up and get what you want, lying about it just makes you look like a desperate loser."
Alex narrowed his eyes and stood up quickly. At this point in time he hated his age and height a little bit more than usual, wishing he had a few inches on Emilie to make his action perhaps a little more intimidating.
"I am not desperate, nor am I a loser." He kept his voice low, but it was still heated. "I'll prove it." And with that he began shoving his things into his bag, agitatedly.
He scowled at her, jerking his face away from her hand.
"I'm not trying hard," he snapped, turning away from her to busy himself with his things again. It was all he could do to focus his attention solely on something menial and tedious to calm himself down.
"But you admit that you are trying," Emilie grinned, forcefully stepping between Alex and his things. She got that reaction she'd been wanting, even though it mean that Alex didn't really want to talk to her anymore.
Somehow she wasn't bothered.
"What's wrong, Alex?" She sing-songed. "Did I hit a nerve?"
"No," Alex bit out, his teeth clenched together. "I'm not trying."
He sincerely wished he was taller than Emilie in this instance, so that he could just stare straight over her head. He settled, however, for glaring at her forehead.
"I don't believe you~" Emilie was giggling again. She wrapped an arm over his shoulder, tilting her face ever so close to his. Sorry Alex, but it was only that little reaction that she needed. He wasn't going to get rid of her as easily a second time.