(2) Overnight Sensation: An All Time Low Fanfiction Romance

Chapter 77: Talk

        Surprisingly, my head didn't hurt the way I thought it would in the morning. The olny thing that was upset was my stomach, but only slightly. My throat was dry, and I hadn't realized how hungry I was. I was sure that I had spilled the contents of my stomach in the alley before Alex got there. It was almost disgusting how Oliver still tried to hit on me after just getting sick.

        I tried to ignore the way his hands would move to my waist, pulling on my belt loops. I really hated the idea of anyone doing that besides Alex. I thought Oliver was a cute kid, and he had a decent personality at first, but I learned that it wasn't because he thought I was someone that was cool to hang around with. I was just another face to him; a girl to check off his list of things to do.

        I had a hard time getting away from Oliver the whole night. I had decided that after three hits of his joint and the alcohol surging through my system, I wanted to go back to the party, but I could barely walk. I just remember everything being dizzy, like the world was sliding from underneath my feet. I remember the way he willingly curled his fingers around my hipbone, steadying me while making our way down the street.

        I couldn't tell you what time Curtis found a girl too drunk to function, or when we met up with the rest of Bring Me the Horizon. I just remember Oliver telling me to let go and have a good time. I remember the way he told me if Alex cared, he'd have already found me by now. And the way that he dug his face into my neck, wasn't the same nuzzling as Alex did playfully when he tackled me into a hug. It was different, and determined to make me give up. He wanted it so badly, and he was forcing himself on me.

        All I did was laugh awkwardly and tug myself away, continuing to walk down the street while his fingers slid around my wrist, almost to the point of holding hands. I didn't want what he was offering me, I just wanted to forget everything that I was doing. He wouldn't let me when he took my phone and told me that he'd handle Alex. And when I told him I wanted to go back, he told me we were too far away and I couldn't walk by myself. He manipulated me when I couldn't even think straight.

        I hated myself just a little bit more at the thought, and it was enough to make me want to throw up the air that was now in my stomach. When I rolled over, hoping to find Alex, I noticed instantly that the spot was empty. My heart raced, absolutely hating that there was a faintly warm indent of where his bdoy was prior to waking up.

        I picked my hea dup off the pillow, lying on my stomach. I propped myself up on my elbows and pulled the curtain slightly to look out of it. I craned my neck awkwardlyl to earch each of the bunks around me. They were all empty. The bus wasn't moving, so I was sure they were probably all doing what they wanted for the afternoon.

        I rubbed my head, getting to my feet slowly. I knew if I stood too quickly, I would feel like the world was falling out of the universe. I made my way into the bathroom, ignoring my reflection while brushing my teeth thoroughly. I shuffled towards the front of the bus, expecting to find it empty. But Alex was sitting on the couch, his laptop in his grip. I almost paused for a moment, but continued to walk anyway. I honestly didn't know what to say.

        When I had gotten back last night, I was crying. And I wasn't even sure why I was, honestly. There was no reason for it at all. It's not like Oliver had done anything to me, besides letting his hands wander a little. But I did it to myself, and I was ashamed. I was embarrassed that I let myself do that, and it was like all of my emotions hit me like a ton of bricks, over and over again. They were pushing me into the ground and I couldn't breathe.

        "Where is everyone?" I said quietly, clearing the throat while pulling a water out of the fridge. Alex shrugged, biting on the inside of his lip. His face was strained, and my heart began to sink. He seemed regretful. And I only wondered if he regretted bringing my here. But hell, I would regret it too. I wasn't the best company, and what I did made everything worse.