Beginner and the Sinner (Andy Biersack & Noah Sebastian)

Pot Calling the Kettle Black

I felt pathetic while I cried my eyes out in my room. I couldn't believe I had gotten so invested in the idea of Noah and I being anything more than friends. It was incredibly stupid on my part. I had never cried like this over any man. Live and learn.

Once my sadness lessened, my anger rose. Anger that I'd behaved so immaturely. I was pissed at myself for showing weakness. I couldn't risk that.
I needed to become mentally and emotionally stronger if I wanted to make it to the top. I'd been losing focus on the bigger picture. I couldn't allow that to happen again.

I got it all out of my system and I picked myself up like a goddamn woman should. I put on a sexy dress, did my makeup and hair. Then I took a shot straight from the bottle with no chaser and picked up my phone. Scrolling to Andy's contact info, I selected his number and called him.

"What?" His deep voice snapped through the speaker. No greeting just straight to the point.

"My room. Now." I followed his lead and didn't beat around the bush. I knew what I wanted. Scratch that, needed. Either Andy would be down or he wouldn't. It didn't matter, I'd find someone to have sex with regardless.

"I'm busy." I could tell by his lightened tone he was smirking. My booty call amused him. I didn't want playful Andy. I wanted him pissed off.

"Okay I'll find someone else." I said nonchalantly. I went to hang up and I heard him growl.

"Lexus." His voice boomed through the speaker. His warning clear. I grinned. That was the Andy I wanted.

"I'll give you twenty minutes. If you're not here by then I'm going out." I didn't give him a chance to respond before I ended the call.

I grinned to myself as I imagined the reaction my words pulled out of him. Some cursing maybe? Definitely some overly broody looks. Maybe he was carrying something and dropped it. If he shows I'll get to ask what I'd interrupted.

Even if he didn't come in the next twenty minutes, the next time we were together he'd show me how much my words got under his skin. He always claimed me possessively during sex. Well now was his chance to prove his claims. I really had no idea if he'd show.

Taking another large sip from the liquor bottle, I plopped down on my bed. I pulled up my amazon account and scrolled through my wishlist while I waited. Theoretically I could buy the whole damn thing. It was maybe two hundred dollars worth of items. I had the money to, but the being poor mentality was so engraved in my brain I wouldn't. I'd bought the car not too long ago and I felt like I needed to limit my spending for a while.

Ten minutes had passed and I heard my door click open. Dropping my phone, I smiled widely. He'd been quicker than expected. My mouth opened to make some smart comment when I focused on who actually came in my room. He was tall, dark and handsome, just not the one I'd invited.

He stood quietly in the doorway. His dark eyes taking me in, in my candle lit room. My smile had faded and my heart felt like it was getting squeezed in a vice. The emotions from earlier swelled up in me but I beat them back quickly. Anger replaced them. My emotions needed to get a grip. I refused to feel like an overdramatic teenage girl about any man ever again.

"How are you?" Noah asked quietly. I narrowed my eyes at him and looked down at my comforter.

"Just peachy. You?" I replied as I grabbed the bottle of vodka again

"Straight vodka isn't your style Bunny. Talk to me, please." He called me out as I took another sip. He closed some of the distance between us and I could feel him willing me to look back at him.

"Trying new things." I said with a shrug as I tried not to scrunch up my face from the horrible taste.

"Okay Lexus this is bullshit. Fucking look at me." Noah's tone commanding. He'd never spoken to me like this before.