Bite My Tongue

Bite My Tongue - Chapter 9.

Alex was picking me up for Jack's party in an hour, and me, being my idiot self, had left it until the last minute to decide on what I was going to wear, considering there would actually be people at this party apart from the five idiotic boys I'd spent the past three months with.

I sighed, sorting through the clothes shoved into my cupboard with one hand, the other holding my towel in place.

After dismissing practically every item of clothing I owned, I gave up, flopping down onto my bed with an exasperated sigh. I didn't even have any female friends, apart from Cassadee, Rian's girlfriend, whose phone number I didn't have, nor a sister to ask about what I should have been wearing to this dumb party.

I groaned, looking over at my phone that was placed on the table beside my bed, I'd look like a massive dork calling Alex for fashion advice, but it was the only option I had left.

"Alex," I whined into the phone as he picked up.

"What's up buttercup?" He asked cheerfully.

"What the fuck do I wear to this party?" I asked him.

"Uh. Well, for starters you should wear those skinny jeans that make your ass look really nice." He blurted.

"What?" I cried.

"Shit I said that." I heard him whisper to himself.

"What was that Gaskarth?" I teased.

"Um. Shit. Nothing, nothing. I didn't say anything. I mean the pair of skinny jeans you wore to band practice the other day." He said hurriedly.

"Yeah yeah, what else though?" I whinged.

"Uh, you know that really nice white, long sleeved Pierce The Veil shirt you have?" He asked.

"Yeah?" I prodded.

"Wear that, it looks nice on you." He decided.

"Been checking me out now have we Gaskarth?" I asked cockily, hoping he could hear the smirk creeping onto my face.

"Only noticing what band shirts you wear love." He shot back.

"Whatever you say douche bag, see you in half an hour." I grinned, dropping my phone onto the bed and pulling the clothes off their assorted shelves before pulling them on and making my way to the bathroom so I could have an attempt at making my hair look somewhat decent.

Half an hour later I'd managed to straighten my hair and put minimal make up on. Pulling on my black converse, I texted Alex that I'd be outside in a moment, grabbing my phone and shoving it into my pocket before walking out the front door to greet Alex, who stood there in his beloved, old, beaten up combat boots, a pair of dark grey skinny jeans and a black 'Blink 182' tee.

"Hey." I smiled, falling in to step with him as we headed towards Jack's.

"Hey yourself." Alex said, poking my side before slinging his arm comfortably around my shoulders.

"Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?" I asked him curiously.

"I should be, but you're a lot more fun. And nicer." Alex said, nodding.

"Well, thanks then." I laughed as we turned into Jack's street.

"Anytime darling, now, I'm going to go and find Jack and grab a drink, you want one?" He asked, strolling through Jack's open front door and into the living room that was already brimming with people, there was loud music pumping through the speakers set up on either side of the plasma screen television and the couch and coffee table had been pushed up against the wall to make space for a dance floor on the carpet beneath their feet.