Miles (Austin Mahone Love Story)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

"So who are you going to prom with?" Tyler asked, taking a gulp of his water. I was waiting for that question but I wasn't exactly prepared. I didn't have an answer. It's been two days since the party and Alex and I haven't spoken. He still hasn't been to school most likely because he's with Payton. I'm also assuming he's taking her to prom. Lovely. 

"I don't know," I replied softly, tangling a stray piece of my hair. "Are you taking Tracy?" 

He smiled, "Yup. She really wants to meet you." I flashed him a cheesy grin and plopped another french fry into my mouth. Suddenly, two arms wrapping around my waist, embracing me tightly. By their captivating, familiar smell, I knew who it was. I giggled, "What are you doing?"

Robert chuckled warmly, unwrapped his arms, and took the seat next to me. "I haven't talked to you lately."

"I have to go. See you in class, Ali," Tyler said, flashing me a small smirk before dissapearing into the lunch room. 

"So what's up?" I asked.

"Nothing. I just wanted to talk. How are you?" He asked, reaching over to my plate, grabbing a fry, and shoving it into his mouth.

"Okay," I responded meekly. He gave me stern look, notifying me to elaborate. "Alex and I broke up," I muttered. 

"Why? When?" Robert asked. I began to conjure up a response in my head when images from the party flashed in my head, reminding me of what Alex said. A few tears rolled down my cheeks and I threw my head down, trying to hide them from Robert. "Ali, why are you crying?" He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to his chest.

"He said," I stopped, letting out a loud cry, "he said he couldn't do this right now. He didn't care. He probably likes Payton again now. Everything he used to tell me was probably a lie." Robert stopped breathing for a split second. I lifted my head, looking at him. He looked beyond angry. "What's wrong?"

"He didn't tell you, did he?" He muttered.

"Tell me what?" I responded. Robert slammed his fist angrily on the table, causing everything on it to jump slightly. 

"That son of a bitch," He muttered, "He said he would tell you! Instead, he just broke up with you and now you're crying! Dammit!" 

I put both of my hands on his shoulder, attempting to settle his nerves. "Tell me what happened," I whispered in the most comforting voice I could sum up.

He took a deep breath before his lips parted. "Payton's pregnant and Alex is the father." My brain stopped working at that moment. I couldn't think. Eventually, I collected myself. I gained enough strength to mutter one single word.

"What?" Robert nodded. "When did this happen?"

"When they were dating," Robert informed me. Why wouldn't he tell me he did that? Alex and I ar-were best friends. 

Then, something popped in my head and without warning, tears began streaming down my face once again. "He said he only dated Payton to get my jealous and that he loved me, not her, throughout their entire relationship. He lied to me."

"Ali, don't cry over him. He's not worth it."

"I miss him so much," I cried, covering my eyes with my hands. Yes, I missed Alex. Should I miss Alex? No. But how do forget someone who's always been there for you your entire life? You can't. And that's the worst part. "And at prom, I'm going to have to see him and Payton together. I don't even think I can go."

"Well, that sucks because that's what I came over here to ask you in the first place." I looked up at him, probably with somewhat hopeful eyes. He grinned nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "Will you, uh, go to prom with me?" My tears stopped and I relaxed, not talking for a few seconds. "I'm sorry this was a bad time," Robert said awkwardly before starting to stand up. 

I grabbed his hand, pulled him down. "Of course I'll go with you, but as friends." 


























Almost every thought in my head was screaming at me, telling me this was a bad idea. But that one part of me was whispering, "Just get this over with. It'll all get better. What do you have to loose?" 

I brushed me hair out of my face, which was soaking we by now because of the endless rain that was pouring out of the sky. I pushed my feelings aside and knocked the door as loud as possible. 

Suddenly the door creaked open and Alex was standing alone in a t-shirt and gray sweats, looking the same as always. He was looking down intently at his phone, not paying attention to me. "Damn Payton, what's wrong? I thought you weren't coming until later-" He looked up and stopped, mid-sentence. He swallowed. "Uh hey, Ali. You wanna come in? It's raining pretty hard."

"Look, I'm not in the mood. And no, I don't want to come in. Frankly, I don't even want to be near you." He bit his lip. Yup, that hit him where it hurts. "I'm just gonna keep this short and sweet. I know Payton's pregnant and-"

"How'd you find out?" He asked, obviously panicked.

"I'm talking right now. You got you chance to talk at the party." Once again, his facial expressions weakened. My words were hurting him and I liked that. He deserved it. "And I know you're the father. You don't make sense, Alex. You told me you loved me throughout yours and Payton's entire relationship yet, you gave her your virginity. I don't get it." I stopped. "I wish I could say I hated you, but I don't. I love you. Whether it's friendly or not, I still love you. I just wanted to say that I hope your happy with yourself."

I huffed and turned around. I began walking back towards my car until I heard Alex's steady footsteps jogging after me. "Wait! Where are you going?" He yelled. I turned around, acknowleding his confused expression.

"Home," I responded simply and turned back around. He grabbed my hand, whipping me around to face him.

"What are we doing?" He asked.

"I don't what you're doing but I'm trying to get to my car," I answered, trying to break free of his tight grip on me. That was useless.

"Don't play stupid, Ali. I mean it. Why'd you come here? Did you seriously just come to say that?" He asked. I nodded. He furrowed his eye brows. He stayed silent for a long time, his wet clothes beginning to stick to his body in the process. "I love you."

"You're lying," I snapped back.

"I'm not," He whispered, "I had sex with Payton because, well, I missed you. You didn't want me and I needed you. I did something stupid. Yes, Payton is my friend but I wanted you to be the one that I gave everything to. I can't do that anymore and it kills me. It really does, Ali. You have no idea." I felt bad as I watched him break down. I wanted to believe him but I was forcing myself not to. He tried to talk but he was trying to fight back his urge to cry. "I broke up with you because I was scared. I was scared of so many things. I was scared of Payton having the baby and I was scared you would hate me after I told you and I was scared you didn't love me like I loved you and I was scared that you'd break up with me and I didn't think I could take that. I know I couldn't take that. So I decided to tell you I didn't want you anymore. I told you I didn't want us anymore. It was a lie. That night, everything I said, every emotion I showed, was a lie. I love you more than anything in the world, Ali. You need to know that." He leaned down, pressing his lips against mine passionately. It was the most beautiful moment. Picture perfect, actually. He pulled away, breathing heavily. "Your bucket list from when you were ten years old...number three: to be kissed in the rain." 

I thought back a few years, trying to jog my memory. Then I remembered; when I was ten, Alex and I had found out what a bucket list was. We were sitting at my kitchen table, coloring, when I decided I was going to write one. They included the obvious wishes of any normal ten year old. Once I announced I was finished, Alex snatched it from my hands to read it. His big eyes scanned the paper until he gave it back to me. "Kiss someone in the rain!? That's gross!" His ten-year-old voice screeched, sticking his toungue out. I pouted and scratched it off my list.

"How did you remember that?" I asked, shaking myself out of my memories.

"I told you, I love you," I responded.

"I'm sorry, Alex.This still isn't right. You hurt me..." I responded, not exactly sure what I meant by that. I shook my wrist out of his grip, turned around, and headed to my car without turning back.

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