LOSER|ALEX WRIGHT(GRAVE ENCOUNTERS) X READER
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WARNINGS: implied smut.
What's Playing: "Perfect" ~One Direction
Alex watched you from across the classroom, he'd noticed you when you first sat down in this class. It was rare enough to find people who shared his love of film, much less finding one as hot as you were. The material he was learning was something he was interested in, obsessed with even, yet his interest with you far outweighed it.
He'd never been the type to get girls, the same loser in high school was the same loser in university, Trevor often would make fun of him and claim he was still a virgin. He was right, but that wasn't something Alex was about to admit.
There was just never anyone who gave him a chance. He had a bad habit of falling for the girls far out of his league and then being surprised when they didn't feel the same for him. You were no exception, stunning, absolutely divine, and so far out of his league it was comical. Alex knew that you probably had some super handsome boyfriend, you deserved that. What did he even have to offer? A broke university student who spent too much time watching scary movies and trying to get a small YouTube channel working. If you had any sense he wouldn't even be an option, if Alex was smart he'd just let you go, stop thinking about you.
But he wasn't always the smartest.
He followed you as you left class, trying not to act like he was rushing to get to you before you left but it was apparently obvious.
"Hey-! Uhm- hey-" Alex cursed himself for sounding so stupid.
"Hey?" You turn to look at him, surprised that the quiet one in the back of the class wanted to talk to you. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, totally, uhm-" He thinks of something to say, in truth, Alex didn't think he'd even get this far. "Just wanted to say, uhm- hi." He was such an idiot.
"Oh, well hi then. Have a good day, alright?" You turn and leave him there, but that small interaction is one he cherishes.
Every day he tries to little things to subtly get your attention, telling you hi whenever he was able, wishing you a good day, dropping pens by your desk so you'd pick them up and give them to him. Anything just for a scrap of your attention. Each of these miniature moments held a special place in his heart, further cementing his infatuation. Alex was hopelessly head over heels, and you didn't notice in the slightest.
Alex was running out of ideas on how to get your attention organically. Soon you'd start to question why he was bothering you so much, undo all his work of trying to get you to like him, pushing in the opposite direction and making you hate him instead.
It's when he considers his upcoming slasher film project that he gets the perfect idea.
"Hey uh, I know this is out of the blew and everything but I'm making this slasher film, and I need another actress- and I thought of you-" His speech is halting, unsure, waiting for your immediate rejection.
"What kind of role?" He didn't want to put you in any romantic roles, something that could make you fall for another actor, someone who could stand on the sidelines with him throughout most of shooting, near him as much as possible.
"The main character's best friend, it's a pretty important role. If you're interested-"
You consider for a moment, thinking about how this would be a great opportunity, you might even be able to pick up some good hands on knowledge you could use later.
Alex watches you on set, he'd given you a minor role, really just an excuse to stare at you without it being seen as creepy or inappropriate. You weren't the best actress, but that didn't mean you weren't perfect in all other ways to him.
"That's great, now if you want to stand beside me we can keep going with the next scene."
You comply, standing directly beside him, hand resting on the back of his chair. He could feel your skin just brushing the back on his neck, and it gave him goosebumps all over. For once in his miserable existence, Alex felt like he was the king of the world in that moment. Having you by his side was everything, and he was falling harder and harder each day.
The more time you spent beside him, the worse his feelings got. You would spend all your time off set with him, sitting near, infecting him with the scent of your shampoo and something else that just reminded him of you always.
On those off moments you'd either bring a book or text on your little Blackberry phone. Whenever you did Alex would always try and find an excuse to stretch and look over your shoulder. Either to find something in what you were reading to talk about or ensure that you weren't texting someone else romantically.
Yet you never did, whenever he called or texted you were always available, no weekend plans, never mentioning going to see anyone. Foolish as it was, Alex found himself thinking that he might actually have a chance with you. You seemed to enjoy his company, liked talking to him and being in his space. That had to be a good sign, mean that maybe you were into him too.
Just maybe he had a chance.
That Halloween Trevor decided to throw a little party, and while Alex had never been the type to really get into that kind of thing, maybe this was his chance. The whole party Alex stared at you from across the room, your costume was cute and sexy rolled into one. It was the perfect opportunity to make his move.
However every time he started over to you, suddenly fear would overtake him and Alex would chicken out, go back to the kitchen and take another shot. Liquid courage wasn't helping him, and he didn't want to get drunk, completely blow it by seeming like a drunken idiot.
Alex retreats to the bathroom to hype himself up again, splashing cold water on his face. "You can do this." He tells himself in the mirror. "She's totally into you, this is your chance. You're good enough for a girl like her."
Outside the bathroom voice carry, words that make him stop in his tracks, confidence tanking.
"Yeah we're hooking up. She's doing this shitty movie with Alex but her and I are totally a thing, it's all but official." It was someone else on campus, another film student, but undoubtedly talking about you. "I think she's just doing it to be nice."
"Shit I guess that guy really is a loser, can't even get anyone to want to be in his movie. Probably will be a virgin for life."
Alex stays hidden in the bathroom until the voices move on, leaving him with a buzzing in his head as everything he'd hoped for came crashing down.
Without giving any explanation he makes a mad dash from the bathroom upstairs to his bedroom, shutting the door a little harshly as he takes in the safety of his room. As much as he tries not to, tears start welling up in his eyes, Alex furiously rubs them away, not allowing himself to get caught up in this when it wasn't like you owed him anything anyway. He'd been an idiot to think that you might actually be into him. This was all his fault anyway. Who would want a loser like him?
You'd been hoping that Alex was going to gather up the courage to make his move tonight. You'd worn something a little skimpier just in the hopes that he would notice. He'd been glancing at you all night, and you thought that based on how he acted around you that he was going to make a move, but it never happened. Suddenly he'd disappeared upstairs, not coming back down. Had you done something to upset him?
"Hey, is it true that you slept with that guy from your film class?" One of your friends comes up to you to ask.
"No that other guy." She points to someone else from your class, someone you'd barely interacted with.
"No? I've barely talked to him."
"Oh, well he's telling everyone that you guys are hooking up."
Suddenly it all comes into place, Alex must have heard that douchebag bragging about something he had no right to. That's why he left.
"I gotta go talk to Alex." You don't even wait for your friend's response, pushing past bodies and running up to his bedroom.
A knock on the door drew Alex from his brooding thoughts. "Yeah?"
Quickly Alex composed himself, not wanting to sound like your personal choice had an impact on him before opening the door. "Hey, what's going on?"
You look at Alex's red-rimmed eyes and could tell that he'd been crying. "I wanted to talk."
"Sure if you want." He steps back, letting you in, pretending to be nonchalant.
"I know you heard something downstairs."
"Hey whatever you want to do is up to you."
"It's a lie some guy is spreading. I've barely talked to him, let alone slept with him."
"Look if you did it's not a big deal, I know you're just helping me out with the movie to be nice."
You shake your head. "That's not why I'm doing it at all. I wanted to spend time with you, get to know you better."
Alex's breath hitches as you step closer, hope budding even though he'd tried to cut it down.
"I've always had this thing for you, and I was hoping tonight you'd make your move."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing, this wasn't possible.
"But since it seems that I have to-" You pull him close, your lips crashing onto his.
Alex is frozen for a moment before he meets you back into the kiss. It's passionate and everything he'd dreamed of. And while the kiss would've been enough for a lifetime, he didn't complain when you pushed him down on the bed.
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