The Pretty List ~ A Lams AU

✨25 ~ You Have No Idea How Long I've Waited To Write This Chapter✨

question, does this story count as enemies to lovers? im j curious

also this chapter takes quite the turn in atmosphere wow, brace urself bc it goes from fluff to pure rage. i advise going away and getting really mad and then coming back when ur fucking pissed off

"Good morning sleepy head," I mock as John comes down the stairs at 1 in the afternoon, "Sleep well?"

"Shut up... just shut up." He says, not even bothering to glance at me and flapping his hand dismissively.

"Its looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

"Fuck off."

"Oh, are you in a bad mood?" I tease sarcastically, laughing at my own comment.

He just glares at me, not saying a word.

"Aw, have you got a headache again?" I press further, laughing slightly.

"Can you just shut the fuck up, ugh you're so annoying." He groans and I frown.

"Well maybe I am."

"Well maybe that's why you weren't higher on the Pretty List without me, you're ugly and annoying." He says nonchalantly, mocking my words, though his words were laced with venom and spite.

I slam down my hands the counter. "Would you stop being a bitch for once in your life?!" I shout, violently looking over at him, tears pricking my eyes, trying desperately to not let it show how much he got to me, and probably failing. "God your so fucking mean sometimes."

"Great, look I don't want to have to deal with you, you're overreacting." He rolls his eyes, turning away from me.

"Oh so I'm overreacting?! How would you like it if I said something like that to you?"

"I'd laugh."

"Well I'm sorry," I hiss sarcastically, "We're not all as perfect as you. You treat me like I'm not even there and it hurts John."

"You want to talk about treating someone like that?! Well news flash Alex, I'm a person too, I think and feel like any normal fucking person does, I'm not just here for decoration."

"Oh you fucking hypocrite, you hypocrite, you are the worst sometimes."

"Fuck you Alex, I was trying to be fucking nice to you I always have!"

"Bullshit!" I stand up, pointing a finger accusatively at him, "You've never been nice to me."

"Yes I have! All the time dipshit!"

"No, you were constantly insulting me."

"If you're too wrapped up in your own little world for you to notice me being nice then that's on you."

"W-what?!" I splutter, "Wrapped up in my own little world? If anything that's you, you refuse to acknowledge reality all the time. I bet you never stopped even once to think about how I felt through all of this!"

"You're so fucking selfish and you don't even realise it," He whispers, walking slowly over towards to me, "I've looked out for you from the beginning, I was the one who sure that no one was talking shit about you, I was the one who made sure you came out looking good in everything, I made sure you were painted as a hero!" He shouts, getting louder with each point. "And the only thanks I get is being thrown around like I hardly exist, like I'm not even human." He hisses, standing tall over me.

I look up at him, trembling slightly. I'd never seen him this mad before, and it was scary.

"You wouldn't hurt me," I whisper with false confidence, as it was very likely he could right now.

"You forget Alex, I killed a man." He says through barred teeth.

"Oh, so your admitting to it?" I ask, gaining confidence from the wrong place and getting caught up in the moment once again. He says nothing, his face blank. "You killed someone, you murderer, you fucking murderer, you disgusting fucking murderer, you killed an innocent ma-"

I get cut off. I hear the crack before I feel it, and I real back in shock, gingerly bringing a hand up to my cheek.

It takes me a second to register what happened. Did he slap me?

God he slapped me hard, that really fucking hurt, shit.

"You can call me names all you want, but don't you dare call him innocent." He hisses, before storming off.

"No wait, John!" I call after him, ashamed of what I'd just said, but since as I hear him slamming the door.

Fuck.

Oh, I fucked up.

time skip brought to you by the fact its so hard to write this chapter

I decided to let him cool down for a few minutes, before going to apologise. Be the bigger man.

Also I don't want to end up sleeping on the sofa, sounds uncomfortable and awkward, I'll be honest.

I take a deep breath, reaching for the door handle then hesitating, taking a step back. Ugh why is it so hard? I run my hands down my face before taking a sharp breath in and knocking on the door.

"John?" I call out, before turning the handle and opening the door.

I catch a glimpse of John sitting up straight (ha) quickly, rubbing his hands over his eyes and sniffing. He had obviously been crying.

Oh my god what have I done?

"What do you want?" He asks bitterly, crossing his arms.

"I-I was just coming to apologise," I say, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly and looking away, "Look, I uh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said any of those things and I uh," I sigh, "I'm just sorry."

He looks at me for a second and smiles, a soft sympathetic smile, "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have got pissed at you."

"I shouldn't have provoked you."

"I shouldn't have been mad."

"I shouldn't have been so hard to live with."

"And I probably shouldn't have killed someone."

We giggle and he stands up, walking over to me and cupping my cheek gently, and I wince slightly, because, you know, he slapped me and it hurts. I don't recommend it.

He's like such a different person now. He's terrifying when he's mad. I hope to god it never happens again.

"Oh my god I really slapped you, I'm sorry, let me go get an ice pack."

THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE I PROCATSINTED FOR LIKE 5 DAYS