Fashionably Late. {Pierce The Veil}

Chapter Twenty-Three:Time Bomb.

If I were to say I didn't have a hangover I'd be lying. I had a major headache and my whole body ached. I felt like complete shit and lets not forget that my arm is burning. Why must I always turn to alcohol?

"Hey- Woah, are you alright?" Mark asks as he comes into my room.

"I'm okay." I lie.

He stares at me, his eyes studying my face then going down to my wrist. His face scrunches up in confusion and he looks back up at my face.

"If you're okay then those would not be on your wrist." He walks up to me and grabs my arm.

I pull my arm out of his tight grip and I roll my eyes. Why does it matter to him? He doesn't understand what I'm going through. He had a great life, he had freedom, he had a good home. He can't say shit to me.

"It doesn't matter." I snap.

"It does matter! It matters because you're my little sister and I know we just met not too long ago but I love you and I care about you so much. Don't shadow me out of your life, I finally found you after all these years and now I just want to be your big brother who you tell your problems to." He runs his hand through his hair and sighs.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a horrible sister." I look down at my feet and try not to cry.

Mark places his hand on my shoulder and I look up to meet his eyes. He smiles and then hugs me tightly. "Lets go out."

"No." I mumble into his chest.

He laughs and pulls away from me, "Okay horrible sister."

"Hey! That's not funny. But fine I'll go out."

He winks and leaves my room. What a dork. I smile and shake my head, I love that weird boy.

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Two bras, three new pairs of jeans, a book, a new sweater, and a cafe mocha later.....we were finally going home. My feet were killing from all the fucking walking Mark made me do.

"Yay we're going home." I breathe out as he starts to drive.

"No, not yet." He chuckles.

I groan and cross my arms like a child, why is he torturing me?! I just want to go home and lay in bed and forget all about Jaxin. But I can't because my brother wont take me home! (sad face)

We pull into a driveway of someones house and I go to question him but he turns off the car and gets out. I groan and glare at him through the windshield but he just keeps walking up to the porch. I guess I should go too. I take off my seatbelt and get out of the car.

"Mark!" I look up quickly to see a girl jump on him.

"Hey baby." He says softly.

Baby? What the hell? As if Mark read my mind he says, "Alexis, this is my fiancee Gloria."

"It's so nice to finally meet you." Gloria comes up to me and pulls me into a hug.

"You're probably confused. Let me explain. So as you know I lived pretty far from here but I actually ended up meeting Gloria at a Capture The Crown concert-"

"He was so cute, he was trying to rush everyone at the merch table just so he could talk to me. After that we hung out, went on dates, shared a few kisses but then I moved here. We still continued to date and now we're getting married and-"

"We're expecting a baby!"

The way that they cut into each others sentences like love sick teenagers made me want to just stomp my feet like a ten year old child. It was annoying and to be completely honest, I could not careless about their fucking love story!

"Wow. How great." My voice and face show no sign of emotion and Mark notices it right away.

"Don't get too excited." He says sarcastically.

He continues on to say stupid remarks. He constantly turns to Gloria and says 'don't worry, she'll stop hating the world eventually' That is what set me off, it set me off like a fucking ticking time bomb and now I was about to explode.

"Don't you dare fucking say shit to me about hating the world. Try living the life I lived, try going through what I went through. Oh by the way, congrats on the engagement and the dumb baby! Sorry I wasn't aware of this a little earlier. I would of bought you guys something just to show how FUCKING SICK YOU BOTH MAKE ME!"

It all wasn't meant to come out. It wasn't meant to be heard and it definitely wasn't suppose to turn into screaming towards the end. I stare at Mark, my mouth open, his mouth open, Gloria's mouth open...maybe the unborn infants mouth is hanging open as well. I go to apologise but I just can't form a proper sentence so I shut my mouth and I turn around and walk down the driveway.

I keep walking even though Mark's calling my name out in complete anger. He wants me to go back and say sorry but I can't because it wouldn't be an honest apology. This is all so overwhelming and now all I want to do is curl up into Tony's arms and cry. What's wrong with me?

{A/N: Short and very shitty chapter. I'm so so so so sorry for the wait, I'm such a horrible person! D': But guys next chapter Tony will be in it and they will talk more about the Jaxin and Alexis situation. Again, I'm so sorry!}