Alexa looked down, fixing her breasts. They weren't the largest ever, but she thought they were decent. Plus, with a fat ass like hers she was great in bed, but that didn't stop her from worrying.
"Easy Alex, easy girl." She sighed to herself. "Don't let Becky worry you, this day will go fine." She reassured herself.
"In fact..." She continued, unaware that she was about to alter reality once more. Luckily, or unluckily for her depending on perspective, someone rounded the corner, causing her to gasp and stop her sentence midway.
"Oh shit." She mumbled.
There before her was Tyler. The two had on and off dated from middle school to about Sophomore year. Tyler was a white boy with wavy blonde hair, stood at about 6 foot 2, and always had an annoying amount of scrabble on his dorky face. Once upon a time she had seen something in him. Maybe it was his humor or maybe it was just Alex being an insecure, pre-puberty tween, but whatever was there was over from her perspective.
"O-oh! H-hey Alexa." Tyler muttered.
"Hi Tyler." She scoffed, crossing her arms while staring him down. "And I prefer Alex now."
"Sure, sure Alexa..." Tyler rambled, clearly ignoring what she had just said. Alex always HATED when he just ignored her... such a narcissist. "Anyway, how're you doing? Any plans for today? Wanna talk and walk? I've been hitting the gym re-"
"Are you serious?!" Alex interrupted, pissed off. "We broke up years ago, Tyler." She gritted her teeth.
"W-well hey things can change-" He tried to interrupt, leaning in closer as if trying to play it off like he was some hot shot.
"Tyler..." She muttered, blinded by rage when...