Everything Personal (Jalex Fan-Fiction)

Shit.

{5 Months Later}

[Alex’s P.O.V.]

I sat on Rian’s red leather couch and watched Jack and Cassadee beat the shit out of each other on some stupid Sims game Cassadee insisted on playing. I was lost in thought as Rian came back into the room with a box of ‘Confetti Cupcake’ Pop tarts and threw one at my head, which I somehow managed to catch even though I wasn’t even in the same room, mentally that is. All of a sudden Jack’s Sim and Cassadee’s Sim started fucking for no reason. Both Jack and Cass Screamed and mumbled about how nasty it was and then as suddenly as it started, it stopped and Jack’s Sim combusted into flames.

Rian and the other two laughed as I sat there both in my world and theirs. I probably looked like a possessed monkey but I didn’t give a damn. I had been having a bad feeling about that day. I didn’t understand why, Jack and I have been closer than ever before. We had told my parents about our relationship and they weren’t upset or anything, they laughed it off like they’d known for years. Zack and Piper were choosing colors for the baby’s nursery. Turns out it’s twins; one boy, one girl. They are keeping names classified til the babies are born. Rian and Cassadee are the same as always, with their perfect relationship. Therefore it was a complete mystery as to why I had been feeling uneasy about the day.

Rian, Cassadee, Jack, Flyzik, Abby, Jenna, Hayley Williams (from Paramore), and I were all going out to drink tonight. It was supposed to be loads of fun. We were gonna do body shots, and dance and pretty much just fuck around til dawn.

All I could think about all day was:

Something’s gonna happen

Something is very wrong

This is not okay

I am not okay

Shit

I never expected it. I never expected what happened next to happen.

While we were at the club a young girl, probably around 19, probably with a fake ID, had come up to me and asked me for a signature for her friend. She gestured to a short girl with electric blue hair in a booth on the other side of the club; she was probably the same age as the girl in front of me.  I obliged and gave her the signature, and thought nothing of it for a while after.

At around 11 I was hammered.

I had lost everyone I’d come with in the crowd of sweaty, smelly, half-naked people on the dance floor. That is why when I got a text from Jack I sighed with relief.

 Jack (11:18pm): Hey Bb u know, ur rlly fckin hot when ur drunk… meet me in the bathroom in 5?;)

I originally found it really weird, because Jack almost ALWAYS spells everything out in his texts. Even, and especially, when he’s drunk. I was still wasted and horny so I thought, why not? No one will arrest us, were famous! And if they do it’ll be great publicity. I quickly texted back:

Alex (11:19pm): Oka Baby, whatever you want. ;)

I downed the rest of my beer and went to the bathroom in the back right corner of the club we were at.

As I approached I heard muffled noises in the bathroom, It sounded like Jack and…. A girl?

I opened the light, slightly humid, plywood bathroom door that had a crooked stick-figure sign on it, signifying it was for males. What I saw next sobered me immediately.

Jack was there, pressed against the door of one of the stalls on the far end of the bathroom. He seemed to be in a deep make-out session with the girl I had written the signature for before.