*Alexa's point of view*
What exactly is going on? It's the alcohol talking. It has to be. Jake is so gorgeous, why would he be acting like this with me? Is this some horrible prank? Ugh, why did I go home with a stranger? And what the hell is wrong with him? Why would he make a comment like that? I don't think I'm pathetic for being a sixteen year old virgin. I believe that's the way normal 16 year olds should be.
I sighed in frustration.
"You're drunk Jake." I rolled my eyes and began looking for my shirt.
"Where are you going?" Jake asked dead serious, sitting up on his bed.
"home." I answered grimly.
"Why?" he asked with childlike eyes.
"Because I came home with a stranger, got drunk with that stranger, and i can't find my damn shirt." I practically yelled the last part.
Where the hell did I put my shirt?
*Jake's point of view*
Why's Alexa so pissed? Was it because of what I said? i didnt mean to sound like a pervert.In my head it sounded more like a compliment than a pervy pick-up line. Wow. I really am an asshole.
"Your shirt's under my bed." I stood up and reached under my bed to hand her shirt over.
"thanks" she murmered still looking anoyed.
I stood on the front of my bed watching her pull her shirt over her head. She looked lost in thought. I remembered how she shared with me how she recieved a reputation of being easy thanks to a rumor some nasty girl started since middle school. Fuck.
*Alexa's point of view*
I pulled my cardigan on, and began heading out of Jake's bedroom.
"Alexa. i'm sorry." jake ran from his bedroom to the front door standing between me and the only exit.
"Jake, I have to go. It's almost 12. My parents will be upset if i dont go home." I closed my eyes knowing that they could really care less.
"Alexa I am not that guy."
"What guy?" I asked frustration clear in my voice.
"That guy that just see's you just like any other slut. I know you're not a whore. I know you're not easy."
I rolled my eyes.
"Jake, just let me go home."
"Why are you so angry with me?"
"why does it matter?" I shouted. "why do you care if i'm upset? I'm just some stranger you met at schoool. I'm just some girl that you brought home, thinking it would get you laid."
"You're no stranger to me Alexa." he sounded choked.
"Yeah, well neither are you. I know guys like you. You're all the same. Shameless." i pushed passed him.
I didn't bother closing the door behind me as I practically ran across the front yard.
"Alexa, you're such a fucking idiot." I whispered holding my arms at my side, realizing how cold it was.
After twenty minutes if walking I heard feet shuffling behind me. I was too scared to turn and face a stalker so I sped up my pace and headed in the direction that would lead me home the fastest.
*Jake's point of view*
I am such a Fucking ass hole. She spilled her guts out to me and I fucking end up acting like a pervert. I am such an idiot.
I smacked my head against the open door which made it close. I dropped to the floor where I was standing and curled up into a little ball. I felt like ripping my guts out, like peeling my skin off and ripping my jaw off and throwing it against a wall.
I was angry, I was hurt, and I was confused. I was angry at myself for saying such a disgusting comment after she had spilled her guts out to me. I was hurt because I had also spilled my guts out to her, and she just pretended like it never happened. She said we were strangers, but I know damn well we aren't. I felt like a knew her, not just because we knew eachother's stories, but because there was a connection I just couldn't explain. I was confused because I couldn't explain this connection. If she was any other girl, I would've only pretended to listen to her life story, I wouldn't have tried stopping her from leaving, I wouldn't have felt such an ache knowing I had wronged her.
I layed on the cold tiled floor wasted on thoughts until my mind was empty and my eyes shut shut into a vacant state.
*Alexa's point of view*
I couldn't take it anymore, I started running. I ran as fast I could from the shadow behind me. I heard its steps following me at the same pace I was going. I bit the inside if my cheeks in fear as I sprinted down the street not bothering to go in a specific direction anymore. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth and tears began to blur my vision. I turned my head to look behind me and as the mysterious shadow revealed itself to be a man with a shaved head and bloodshot eyes staring back at me with a sick grin just a few inches from me. I saw him reach out to grab me and I let out a scream. I turned my head back forward just to see a bright light blinding me and I screamed again as the blinding light collided against my body.
