Rulebook on Falling in Love With Alex Gaskarth

Rule #1

I don't know whats scarier, Having Clowns chase you or falling in love with someone who you're terrified of but can't help but to have emotional deep lovey dovey feelings for.

It all started on Monday. Fucking Monday.

I was on my way to hell when all of the sudden I'm on the ground. Then it occurred to me that I have been pushed down by someone. A male voice spoke up.

"Watch where you're going fag. "

I turned around to see fucking Alex Gaskarth. Who was voted asshole of the century. He looks like the kind of guy who would buy you flowers and make you breakfast but let me tell you he is the exact opposite. I have to admit I am afraid of him. But that's an understatement I am terrified of him.

Rule #1 when bumping into Alex Gaskarth DO NOT OBTAIN A CRUSH ON HIM

I know he's cute and all but remember he will break your heart into a million pieces. No matter how much you think he's in love with you. Do not get manipulated by that sweet smile of his.

"When someone talks to you it's rude not to reply. "

I sighed, "Sorry."

He reached out his hand wanting to help me up. I knew better than to take that hand considering he's in three of my classes. He probably doesn't even know my name.

I pulled myself up ignoring the hand he gave me.

"Okay then." He rolled his eyes.

I picked up my stuff and continued walking to hell. My brother would usually drive me to school but he had to do some recording at the studio early today. My brother and I are really close. He's raised me from a baby. My other brother and I aren't as close but he still slightly raised me.My mother died giving birth to me. And my father refused to take me in because I reminded him too much of my mother. And since my brother was 19 he could be my legal guardian so he raised me. Well him and his boyfriend. They got married when I was 13. Gay marriage was illegal in Kansas so we went to Wisconsin. They make a great pair.

"Can I walk with you?" My thoughts were interrupted by asshole of the century.

I was terrified of him so I had no choice but to say okay.

"What kind of music do you like fag?"

I started getting nervous not because I like him cause I definitely don't like him no no no.

"I...umm...I like classic rock and metal."

"Oh! so you're not a fag!"

I sighed, what an idiot.

"I got to say you have some good taste unlike all the other bitches at school who listen to fucking Lil Wayne and Ariana Dicksucker."

I laughed. Maybe he isn't so bad after all.

"Wanna throw some rocks at birds?"

Nevermind.

We didn't talk much the rest of the way there. I entered hell and by then Alex disappeared. I was relieved. But as I looked ahead of me I saw bright red firetruck hair.

Is that who I think it is?