Band Imagines

Change Me Pt 2 //// Alex Gaskarth

That girl....That girl.

She's been on my mind since I saw her and I can't seem to get rid of her. No matter what I do, whatever I try to preoccupy myself with she's always there. Her name, her face, her beautiful body, her curves. God, save me.

I haven't spoke to her since that dinner with Sarah and Brendon. I didn't even speak to her then, really. I still see her every Sunday before service, rushing to the children's ministry with her hair flowing behind her. She seemed to have a habit of showing up almost late to her volunteer work. That was about as much as I knew about her.

This Sunday, however, the cards were dealt to me a different way. For starters: I had no interest in going to first service. I just didn't feel up to it, to listening to another one of Brendon's stories and preachings. I probably needed it now more than ever, but I didn't go.

I was sat outside the auditorium on a bench by myself when she walked up to me. Her. She wasn't wearing her usual youth group shirt, but instead a White untucked button up shirt and light blue skinny jeans that hugged her beautiful legs. Her hips swung back and forth and her nude heels clicked on the linoleum floor as she made her way over to me, our eyes locked. She seemed to be on a mission, I could see the monologue going on in her head.

When she stopped in front of me, a different scent than the usual hit me in the face. Roses. I wondered if she had changed her shampoo and lotion. I loved it and was driven almost mad at the thought.

"Alex, right?" My heart started thumping at the sound of my name flowing through her lips. I couldn't help but think what it would sound like as a moan.

I simply nodded and stared straight ahead at her thighs. Her gorgeous thighs that I just wanted to squeeze until my finger prints were etched on her skin as black dots. "Uh....I just wanted to...." She paused, fidgeting with her fingers before letting out a frustrated sigh. "I swear I hate myself sometimes. You know, I planned what I was going to say in my head like a bajillion times. Now, when I'm actually talking to you, I can't fucking just-"

She ended her rambling abruptly and plopped herself on the bench next to me, her head in her hands. Meanwhile I was in utter disbelief at how casually she dropped an f-bomb to a stranger. She just didn't come off as the type to me, being the youth group leader and all.

She sighed, obviously wanting to give whatever plan she had another go.

"I don't...I'm not sure if you remember me, but I'm (Y/N). I had dinner with you and Pastor Bren-"

"I know." I quickly cut her off. I didn't mean to come off as rude, but i was struggling to contain the caged animal struggling to be freed. She was sitting extremely too close to me.

"I-I'm sorry." she hung her head, her hair falling like a curtain to cover the deep blush dusting her cheeks. "I just wanted to know why you didn't talk to me or look at me during dinner. I didn't know if it was because you found out I was atheist and you hate me because of it or something. I don't know why it bothers me so much but...I just wanted to know."

Now I know two things about her. God, I don't think I could ever hate this girl. She doesn't know that she's the first thing on my mind when I go to sleep and the first thing I think about when I wake up. I felt bad that she thought I hated her. I had to tell her. I had to.

"(Y/N) I..." I finally looked at her and saw her doe eyes watching me, the (Y/E/C) ring around her pupil urging me to tell her that I didn't hate her. I loved her eyes. The way her lashes surrounded them and making the color pop. I wondered to myself if she was secretly wild. If she was just putting up this nervous and innocent front, but would immediately shed that skin and leave behind a wild animal once i was inside of her and making her scream.

"Can we go somewhere more private?" I stood up from the bench and looked down at her, waiting for her response, hoping she agreed. She watched me with those big beautiful eyes for a few moments before standing up and nodding.

She brushed past me and a shiver was sent up my spine. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. "Do not lust in your heart after her beauty or let her captivate you with her eyes" I silently and quickly recited Proverbs 6:25 before following after her.

(Y/N) lead me toward the back of the church where the bathrooms were. I was more surprised and intrigued when she looked around quickly to search for any possible witnesses before grasping my hand and tugging me into the mens restroom.

She went up and down the row of stalls, hunched over to search for feet and giving me a fantastic and perfect view of her ass. Lord, why are you not protecting me from this succubus?

(Y/N) finally straightened her spine and watched me carefully. We just sat like that for a while, watching each other's eyes, unmoving and unblinking. I think it was safe to say I was lost in her eyes. Something about them drew me in and trapped me. I was the mouse and she was the pure white Persian Cat. Her claws had me by the tail and she was slowly pulling me towards her clutches. She had no idea.

We were so close to each other. I had goosebumps dotting my skin and my heart was racing. God, we've never been this close and I still wanted to be even closer. I wanted to feel her skin on mine. I wanted her legs on my shoulders and her hands deep in my hair.

I stared into her eyes and lowered my voice to a whisper. "I don't think you know what you do to me." Her cheeks turned a deep red and her breath hitched slightly. She reached out timidly, and I know she wanted to touch me as much as I wanted to touch her. Maybe not as rough as I wanted to.

"What do I d-do to you, Alex." I close my eyes at her voice sounding out my name the way it does. When my eyelids parted, I saw her staring up at me with her lips parted ever so slightly. I licked my own dry ones before responding to her. "You make me want to do sinful things."

She finally gingerly placed her small hand on my chest. All I could do was focus on her eyes, which were blown with strong emotion. "What do you want to do to me, Alex?" Restrain yourself. Don't give in, not in the house of God. Not until you're married, dammit.

I reluctantly backed up towards the door, never taking my eyes off of this girl. This woman that has completely and utterly destroyed my entire being. She tore my conscious to shreds just by looking at me. My former sinless and good christian life style was trampled the minute she ran into me that day.

"You don't want to know the things I want to do to you, (Y/N)." I finally breathed out. I can't do this. Not to myself, not to her, not to my mother, and most certainly not to Him.

She stepped forward once more, closer than before. Our chests were almost touching and it was driving me absolutely insane. She reached past me and I heard a click echo through the empty bathroom. Absolutely no one was coming in.

"What do you want to do to me?" She repeated again in a whisper.

(A/N: sorry for stopping it at a weird place but i just really wanted to get this out. honestly if i finished this one the way i planned it would've been like 3k words. Don't worry! I'll try to finish soon.)