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Alexis's P.O.V
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Ugh" I mumble to myself as I turn off my alarm clock. As I'm rolling off my bed I guess I could introduce myself.
Hello. I'm Alexis. I'm 16. I'm a, what you call, punk/emo. I guess you could say. I don't know. All I know is I don't 'follow the rules' most often. Let me tell you the rules of my stupid, preppy school. All girls have to do sports. As well as boys. You have to wear 'bright, happy colors', to make the school have a good reputation. Problem. I don't wear those bright, happy colors. I usually wear shorts, with a band shirt. You know, the usual, Escape The Fate, My Chemical Romance, Black Veil Brides, All Time Low, and Panic! At The Disco.
My neighbor/class partner in every single one of my classes, is the exact cliche explanation of a bad boy. Smokes, ditches, drinks, has lip piercings, wears all black clothes, and we basically have the same music taste.
He also listens to rap, a bit of pop, and also some dubstep. Want to know how I know this?
His window is ALWAYS open. Also, he's right next door to me, and we both have a balcony, making the tree in between a perfect route to each other's rooms. He blares his music at full blast, letting me listen to 'Hallelujah' by Panic! At The Disco, as I open my window. Without thinking, I begin singing along, and quite loud. I really don't want to sound cocky, but despite all my insecurities, I actually believe I have a good singing voice. I go to Honors Solo Career, which is 4th period.
I put on my, what people call, "booty shorts". It's not that I want to 'show off', it's just the only thing I got that I could afford. I put on a crop top with My Chemical Romance printed on it. I put on my signature black leather jacket, where I go nowhere without, and my black boots. I put my eyeliner, with a perfect winged cat eye, Along with a bracelet. Satisfied, I keep singing along to the song. Me being the cool person I am, I started dancing while singing. I completely forgot I had my window open. Also forgetting that Dan's bedroom window was also open.
"Damn, babe. Shaking all that all for me, love? And keeping singing for me, would you?" Dan said in his British accent. Dan has always been like that. Making dirty comments, hitting on me and all. I looked up back at him. He's shirtless. He has such a toned body, with a slightly noticeable six pack. I look down at the floor. I feel my cheeks heat up. Oh my God. Ew, I'm blushing.
"I'm going to be clear. 1, don't call me babe. 2, you wish." And with that, I walked away from the window and continued singing. After 5 minutes, I was ready to go. Before I went directly to school, looked at my phone at the group message with Phil, Conner, and Tyler. Most of my friends are boys. Wait, no, scratch that. ALL of my friends are boys. Don't judge me. Boy best friends are the best things on this planet.
I grab my keys to my proudly owned, Black Motorcycle my big brother gave to me a few months ago. Dan walks out, also in a leather jacket, with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Damn, where'd you get that ride, baby girl? Well, my cars outta ga-"
"Whatever. Thanks. Get on, I know you just want an excuse to ride with moi" I said, he laughed at that and sat in front, letting himself steer."Oh god, Dan, if you do ANYTHING to this motorcycle, I will murder you." He was fixing his already perfect fringe.
"Don't worry about it, sugar."
"Hope you don't mind me singing along to radio" I said, sighing.
"Nah, as long the boys don't try to stare at you, because of your angelic voice," He laughs. "in front of me. I need that ass for myself, ya know."
I laughed way too hard at that, causing him to laugh as well. We went off, and when we got to the school, I didn't notice I had my arms tight around his stomach. I didn't care, it was freezing and he was warm.
We walked to our lockers, talking about our favorite bands.
"Wait, hold up," he looked at me " are we friends now or what?"
He chuckled, "Of course," He leaned into my ear and whispered "but only for now, baby girl. I'll make you mine, even if it's the last thing I do." He backed up, and talked normally, "I know, I know. You kinda hate me, but I can make you love me." He said with a wink. I rolled my eyes and opened my locker, revealing all my My Chemical Romance posters. Dan chuckled at the sight, causing me to smile.
●Time Skip●
It was 6th period. Swimming. Dan was in the same class as me EVERY YEAR. And he at the end of the year, he always was listed 1st. Oh no, but not this year. This year is the year I beat Daniel James Howell in swimming.
"Alexis Jackson and Daniel Howell" The coach said, with the fake smile she always wears.
The whistle blew. In this race, whoever completes 5 laps first, wins. I stared off a bit slow, so I could pick up the pace later.
Oh shit. Dan is directly next to me. It's the last lap. I pick up the pace, and he does aswell. I touch the wall with my hand, immediately popping my head up to see who won, Dan doing the same.
"Daniel Howell wins!" she yells. "Fuck" I mumble. "Don't worry, babe. I'll go easier on ya next time" He said, swimming off. I jump out of the water. I took a shower in the locker room and got out in my outfit from before. Somethings not right. I feel cold. Fuck, my leather jacket. I look around maniacally for it.
"Looking for this, sugar?" Dan said, holding it up with 2 fingers, above the water. "You wouldn't dare, you motherfucker"
He laughed, "Oh babe, I think I would. Want this back?" He said, wiggling it, now holding it closer to the water. "You'll have to kiss me. No cheek bullshit. On the lips, tongue and all." He said, smirking.
Realization hit me. "You asshole think I won't do it." I said with an evil glare. "Oh, love. I know you won't do i-"
I didn't let him finish. I crashed my lips into his. Tracing my tongue along his bottom lip, begging for entrance, which he accepted. His lips were so soft. We kissed passionately. I pulled away. His face clearly shocked on what just happened. He gave me my jacket. I kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks babe. Oh, and "love", don't underestimate me"
He stood there shocked, as I walked out of the gymnasium, strutting to let think he finally got what he wanted.
