My Arabella - An Alex Turner Fanfic

Chapter 27

Alex

I have been awake now for an whole hour, contemplating on the odd, weird, mind-blowing moments I've been trough. First, Matt had his terrible accident and broken his arm, which means that he won't be able to hit and play the drums for a while. Second, that bitch kept her promise; she was going to fuck my life once again, now hitting my straight in the sensitive point. Thrid of all, I can't keep liying like this to her. She will find out eventually and it has to be from me, no one else.
Two big brown eyes and messy long hair was all that greeted my eyes. I quickly averted my look back at the wall before she can see that I am fully awaken. Not longer being able to focus on my dark thoughts, I folded my arms under my head pushing me up on the pillow. The damp and cold air pinched up at my chest, often sending jolts at me and down my spine. I felt incredibly self conscious that the two brown eyes were gazing at me deeply, and with the corner of my eye I saw a half-smile blossoming on the corner of her pink lips.

I tucked a rebel highlight of her's behind her ear and I tickled her skin with one fingertip before I started planting little kisses on her neck. She placed one little finger on my bare chest and poked me then she chuckled in the pillow like a little kid.

"Alex"

"Arabella" I greeted her going back to kissing her. "I shall be going" I announced.

"Where?" she pulled up the blanket to cover her shoulders.

"Stuff to do, things to handle."

She frowned at me. "I have to go see Matt, Arabella"

"Well well, wasn't that the simple way?" she giggled.

"Yes, yes it would have been. But you know, I like being mysterious" I raised one eyebrow and smirked at her.

"Punk" she pecked my lips.

"Punk, aye?" I pulled her in my lap by her little waist, and started kissing her on the full chest.

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"Well, I'll be seeing you, love" I pulled my jacket on the left the room.

From the long and dark hallway I could hear Alexa's laughter. Kyle has to be extremely nutts to even trust her, let alone the fact that here she is, probably riding him from the dawn till the nightfall. I sly smirked at only the tought of it. It was sick as hell what she was doing, my enemy terror. She was one of the few poeple I truely hated and I was not going to change my mine about it. Never.

Just when I pushed the door open, she called me. "Alexander" I could see her stupid smile on her face. "What is your friend .. umh ... Matt I think? doing?" she had this extremely bitchy look on her face.

"So you were the one?" I was hardly keeping myself for not hitting her. I hated her to my guts.

"Of course I was. Who else?" she asked and came towards me. "Oh, sweet Alexander, you knew that I am going to make your life a living hell, don't you?" she stopped in front of me and put a finger on my collarbones. With slow moves she traced down on my lines and smirked at me a few times. "I didn't wanted us to end up like this, sweet lad. But hey, life is a bitch after all, right?" she whispered in my ear. "Oh, about your little skank ... She has something I can use."

"What?" I asked trough my teeth, clenching my fists ready.

"Your love" she whispered once again.

I pushed her back and she stumbled on the little victorian carpet in the hallway. I sat my legs on the both sides of her hips and bent down at her. "If you dare to touch her, I swear I will kill you with my bare hands" I roared trough my teeth. "I swear, Alexa".