Obsessed (I Got Drunk and Married an Arrogant Rockstar?)

I Got Drunk and Married an Arrogant Rockstar? You've Got to be Kidding Me! [7]

I Got Drunk and Married an Arrogant Rockstar? You've got to be Kidding Me! [7]

*I'm so very deeply sorry. Elena and Alex are already mad at me for posting late. By the way, I love the chapter name for this one. Hehe.

I can explain! Sheesh. I had to work on a project for school and it's a big part of my grade. It was due today [Monday] so I spent the weekend working on it. And my teacher did assign it to the class on Friday and it was due three days later.

If at all possible, please try to contain your madness. I'm such a horrible person. I deserve to be dead. :]

NOT... :D

xoxo,

~katie

Sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Previously...

~Alex~

"I'm sorry," Elena said.

"For what?"

"For the reason we're in Lancaster in the first place. And for being so stubborn, and for smacking you, and for making you miss your band practice, and for everything else that I did."

"I forgive you."

"And...?"

"'And' what?"

She raised her eyebrows at me.

"Okay, fine. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for driving to Lancaster because I care about you."

"Care about me?"

"I didn't say that." I grimaced.

But I did say that. And right now, I was starting to believe that I do care about her. A lot.

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Chapter 7...[He]Gives You Hell

We were still in the car when the clock struck 8:00 P.M. There was a tremendous amount of traffic among the streets, and it's already been an hour so far and we aren't even near Los Angeles. I was starting to feel drowsy, and my eyelids felt like they were ten pounds. I stared out the window of Alex's car; watching the street lights whip by. I thought about what I'd be doing right now if I hadn't met Alex.

Thirty minutes later, we had gotten away from the traffic; in fact, the place we were by was almost barren. It was calm, too.

I was slowly drifting off to sleep, when the rear window shatter to pieces. Shatters of glass punctured my skin and huge shards were stuck in my arm. Alex cursed loudly and he put more pressure on the gas pedal, causing the car to go faster. I tried to work the shard out of my arm when I heard multiple reports from a gun, or some sort of artillery, and the car was hit. What the heck? I panicked and ripped the shard of glass out of my arm, which only caused it too bleed more.