Misbehave // Alex Gaskarth

Chapter Seven ~ Surprise

Song: Trust Issues - Drake 

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When the police left that night, I continued my shift as if nothing had happened. Martin insisted that I leave, but I didn't want to end my first day at work on such a bad note. The jock said he wouldn't press charges and apologized for slapping my bum. Still, an apology doesn't make what he did okay. The cops left the seen and the diner stayed empty after that. Around closing time, I asked Martin if Alex was going to lose his job.

"Probably not," Martin replied as he wiped down the last dirty booth. I was in the kitchen, washing the last dishes and drying them as quickly as possible. "The owner is pretty keen on Alex. Ms. Gaskarth is friends with the owner and probably the only reason why that wanker is still employed. Honestly, I don't see why she puts up with him." He mumbled the last part quietly. I sighed and dried the last plate. Wiping my wet hands with a wash cloth, I started to remove my apron as I headed into the staff room.

Martin stayed in the main room as I quickly changed out of my uniform and into my v-neck and jeans. I shoved the clothes into my locker and headed out of the staff room. "Martin," I walked into the kitchen. He was also removing his apron, the lights now shut in the main room and dimmed in the kitchen. "I'm going to head out now. I want to see if Alex is okay." I said.

Frowning, Martin pursed his lips together and turned off the kitchen lights. "You're going to his house?" He asked, walking into the staff room. I grabbed the poster that had peeled off the wall and rolled it up. Walking into the staff room, I placed the poster on the table before striding to the locker area. My face flushed red and my eyes practically popped out of my skull once I saw Martin. His back faced me, but he was putting on his red sweatshirt. I quickly looked away, my face burning hot.

My back pressed against the side of the locker and I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Y-Yeah." I managed to choke out. I'm not going to lie, Martin was incredibly attractive. But I was more embarrassed by the fact that I just walked into the locker area without thinking of the possibility that he might have been changing. I thanked god that he was still wearing pants.

Martin walked out of the locker area, his fingers ruffled through his brown hair. He looked down at me, raising a questioning brow at my flushed expression. "You alright?" He asked and I frantically nodded, refusing to meet his gaze. "Anyways..." he said, "I wouldn't recommend going to Alex's house."

I followed Martin out of the staff room, shutting the lights off and closing the door behind me. "Why not?" I asked as Martin shut off all the lights. The hallway was dark and I could barely see Martin. The only light came from the street lamp outside in the alley way. Martin opened the back door and we stepped into the humid summer air.

Shrugging, Martin pulled on his black beanie. "Alex gets sort of... aggressive, when he's mad." He said, frowning toward nothing in particular. "I just don't want you to get hurt, that's all." He quickly added.

"Alex would never hurt me." I was quick to defend the rude boy. We stopped at the entrance of the alley way. Martin turned to face me, a frustrated look on his face. He sighed and looked away for a brief moment before returning his focus to me. "Physically wise, anyways..." I bit my lip and Martin cracked an amused smile. The tension between us quickly disappeared, but I could sense something wrong with his sudden mood change.

"Give me your phone," Martin requested. I did as he said and pulled out my phone from my pockets. I quickly punched in the pass code before handing it to Martin. He smiled and said, "Cute, that your sis?" as he gestured to my screen. It was a picture of Myra grinning widely at the camera. That picture was somewhat of a reminder of why I took two jobs instead of one, why I moved to Baltimore and why it was so important to succeed in America. All of this was for her. She was my one and only true motivation.