Conspiracy (Sequel to Hypocrisy)

Chapter 7

I hated the looks Aaron gave me from across the table. Yes, Uno seemed like a good idea at the moment. But as we got more into the game, I realised that maybe being all together at once was actually a terrible idea. Amanda and Anouk were fine, as always. But, Aaron would slip jokes into conversations that they wouldn't understand, but I got. Oh, I got them.

I had yet to converse with him about how he should be dead (I'd much rather prefer for him to cease to exist). I don't see how there could be a reasonable explanation for him just showing up back into my life, ya know, alive. But, that was the least of my concerns as he kept cracking jokes here and there. Aaron Pauley is still a dick.

"Could you fucking stop?" I whispered to him, trying to get my voice low enough to where he was the only one who could here it. By now, I was far from done. He kept pushing buttons and basically testing me more and more as this god forsaken game continued on.

With my comment, he smirked and both of the girls talked on, oblivious to the little fight that was going on in front of them. It was good that they didn't know. The less information they had, the better.

"I don't know Ashby. Can I?" Aaron sassed. Having enough, I pushed my chair away from the table and headed to the bathroom, muttering an excuse.

Locking the door and turning on the sink, I just sat back and thought. Something that recently I haven't had that much time to do. With trying to make Anouk better, I've been thinking about her and forgetting about myself. It's an old habit, making other peoples problems my own, but it really hasn't effected me until recently, were I really needed to think about myself. I didn't have anyone to do it for me. I was on my own.

The girls at the table were probably so confused right now, but Aaron wasn't. I don't know what Amanda saw in him. About four years ago, Austin and I saw him as a good best friend. But, as he started mending himself together he had the strength to put up his covers. Hell, he kissed me and made Austin and I fight, then fucking died. HE WAS FUCKING DEAD! I should be so happy to see him again, breathing. But, I'm not. No, not at all. I didn't want to see his face. He made me sick.

Aaron makes me sick.

Sighing, I turned off the sink and unlocked the door. I didn't want to go back and be bombarded with questions, but the longer I stayed, the more questions I'd get. So I forced myself to walk to the entertainment room, where they were still continuing the previous game. As soon as I walked in, Aaron flashed me his signature 'step the fuck back' smile. I flashed him mine in return.

"What was that, Alan?" Anouk asked. Of course Anouk would be concerned. I shook my head and she gave me this look saying 'bitch, we'll talk about this later'. Returning to my seat, I waited for my turn in the game. Aaron was still glaring at me as I sat down. Under his gaze, I wanted to tear all my skin off. I'm pretty sure we've all been through that, am I right? He was watching my every move.

Don't fuck up Alan. Don't fuck up Alan. I told myself over and over, but knowing me I'd end up knocking the entire table over just because I told myself not to mess up.

"Very tense, Alan." Aaron commented, earning concerned glares from the girls. Fucking faggot, keep your voice down. Oh god, that was rude wasn't it? I'm just being a rude person lately. I mean, I don't want to be. That's just how it works out. Satan, I'm waiting for you.

"Shut up." I hissed, keeping in mind of my fucking tone unlike someone else. He smiled at me. I hate his smile. It's not even a smile. You shouldn't use a smile for that reason, to fucking intimidate the shit out of me.

"I think Alan and I are going to excuse ourselves for a bit, right buddy?" Aaron asked me, getting up. Of course I agreed. I had a few words to say to him about his attitude. I followed Aaron out of the room and he led me to the living area.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" I asked Aaron as soon as he closed the door.

"Why are you yelling at me. I thought you would want to hug me. I mean, I'm not dead." Aaron joked, opening his arms up. I wasn't going to hug him, oh hell no.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." I muttered, trying to push my way past Aaron, but he didn't allow it and made me stay where I was. I didn't want to be in the same room as him. I want to go home. I want to be with Austin.

"Speaking of Austin, where is he? I mean you two weren't exactly in good terms the last time I saw you." Shit, I said that aloud.

"Were on a break, but not because of you." I scoffed.

"Ouch, not because of me? That hurts." Aaron said, faking hurt.

"Whatever." I murmured, finally pushing past him. I couldn't be in this house anymore. Getting my keys (to Phil's car), I made my way to the only place I knew I could go; Austin's house.
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AUTHORS NOTE

So, it's my birthday and although it's early (around 3 am) I can already tell it's gonna be hella lot better than last years birthday. Thank you guys, because you're one of the reasons it's getting better.

Another reason would be my best internet friend, Olivia Stormont. She's been there with me through everything and although it's so hard being my friend (especially on the internet, like what) because I always forget to text back or get so sad that I don't wanna text back. All in all, it's bad for her and she has every reason to leave me and never talk to me again, yet she doesn't. I love you, Olivia. So damn much.

Also, I'm so glad you all are enjoying these chapters because I feel like they suck, but thanks for the feed back. Thank you a lot.

And it's really been a long time since I've written a long authors note and now I'm on a roll.

Thank you guys so much for reading because it's the best feeling in the world to see your comments and reads and votes. Because really this story and writing is what I cling onto. I still remember it being December and I was in a writing mood, so I wrote Hypocrisy. I wrote and I loved the plot and I loved just how it sounded to me. Now, it's this big story. I fucking love you guys.