OUT OF REACH: ALEXIS NESS
Slight smut hehe, ness is a loser :(, collage au. 🪄
Chapter two
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
There goes my alarm again—again, again, and again. I slowly open one eye to check my phone. No notifications.
It was 6:30 am, way too early to be up, but I had to get to class. I slowly drag myself out of bed; I stayed up all night studying and was completely exhausted.
I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Purple bags hang underneath my magenta eyes. I let out an annoyed sigh. My fingers reach up to grab a handful of my magenta hair. It was soft. Kaiser recommended a shampoo to me, and it was actually pretty good; I was used to using those seven-in-one shampoos.
I walk over to the toilet and pull down my pajama pants, listening to the stream hitting the water. I think about how much I hate Thursdays. It is definitely the worst day of the week. Most of my tests happen on Thursdays, too, so it’s a major pain in the ass.
Chemistry makes me want to pull all of my hair out, strand by strand. I understand it 80% of the time. Okay, maybe a little less, but who’s counting?
I pull up my pants after I finish. I walk over to the sink and wash my hands, squirting some cheap dollar-store soap onto my palms. It smells like lemons—not my favorite, but whatever. Then I go through the usual steps: I brush my teeth, wash my face, and apply a gentle moisturizer. Finally, I brush my hair with the brush my sister got me for my 18th birthday.
She is so damn annoying, always asking how my studies are going. I especially hate it when she brings up my old love for magic. Can’t she find some other way to be funny?
I walk back into the bedroom area; my dorm is tiny. America and its education system are rough. Being a German transfer student is hard sometimes. I take a couple of steps toward my bed and remake it. I fluff up the pillows and make sure the bed looks nice… not like anyone is going to see it anyway.
I peel off my pajamas and lay them flat on the bed. I’ve been going to the gym recently; Kaiser said being skinny kept the hot chicks away.
I open my closet and pick out my clothes for the day: a pair of baggy blue jeans with a navy blue sweater. I grab a brown belt and loop it through my jeans. I grab the notes that were on my desk from last night and shove them into my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder.
I head out to my first class: Physics. I have a checkpoint in that class today. Not that bad—at least it isn’t an exam—but it’s still annoying.
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The next couple of classes go by in a blur. After physics I have chemistry, then biology. After that, I’m done with all my classes for the day. I decide to head to the library to get some homework done.
I open the doors to the library and stroll in. I find an empty table and set my stuff down. The library is fairly empty, probably only ten people in here, myself included. I walk over to the shelves to check out the biology section. As I am reaching for a book, I feel someone bump into my right side.
I turn my head and see a girl. I recognize her. I can’t remember her name, but she looks familiar.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you. I don’t know why, but I completely lost my balance for a second!”
The girl speaks to me, and I can hear a slight chuckle in her voice. It is warm, like a mother’s hug… or what I’d assume a mother’s hug would be like.
“It’s fine…” I mumble, my voice weak. My German accent is so thick it makes me cringe. Girls never talk to me. They only ask me for homework answers, which barely ever happens because all the classes I take are for nerds.
I look at her face again. Wow… pretty. I want to touch her face. She is one of those girls you’d have a dream about and never see again.
I bite the inside of my cheek as I watch her walk away. I want to ask for her name, but it’s too late. She is already gone, out of reach. Damn it.
I let out a huff and grab the book I was reaching for earlier. I walk back over to my table and plop down. I open the biology book and flip to the chapter I need for my homework.
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I check the time: 11 pm. I can’t fall asleep. That pretty girl from earlier really messed me up.
Now I lie in bed wearing a gray shirt and my boxers. I can’t help but wonder what her name is. What classes does she take? Is she a transfer student like me? Nah, no way. Her English was perfect.
What are her friends like? Does she have any friends? Does she have a boyfriend? I hope not; that would make me sad… or angry. I can’t tell. I don’t know why I’m feeling like this. She probably doesn’t even remember me.
What kind of clothes does she wear? Does she like athletic clothes or comfortable clothes? Are her parents making her take classes she doesn't like, too?
The more I think about her, the more perverted my thoughts get. What color panties does she wear? Teal? Pink? White? Black? Does she wear the cheeky style or full coverage? What kind of bra does she wear? Lacy? Oh, I hope so. Does she wear matching sets?
I bite my lip; I can feel the bulge in my boxers growing. Is it wrong to fantasize about a girl I just met? Maybe… but it couldn’t be that bad, ja? Ja.
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Author note: this is only chapter one! I will be writing chapters from ness’s perspective and y/ns perspectives :p

















