The Rebel

Chapter 7

- Alexa -

"You dont even know how much I miss you babe." Trevor said on our skype.

"Me too. Sometimes we just need to be patient about the days." I breathed.

How could I be so stupid of not telling him about my fiance and the fixed wedding? I was nervous that maybe when he found it out, he will lose his mind and be a psycho. He is the kind of guy who is depress prone. Somehow I proved it when his first girlfriend dumped him. I caught him on the bathroom of Yael's sister's frat house while I was looking for a room for me and Yael. He was holding a new-sharpened knife and because of that scene, me and Yael started to fight because Trevor was contacting me every single day then we broke up. Me and Trevor get to know each other, become friends, bestfriends, fuck buddies then couples. From all the struggles we've been through seems to somehow fade on my memory. Those precious memories are the ones that are fading...

"Alexa? Are you listening?" he snapped me out.

"What? Yeah I was. What is it again?" I stuterred.

"I got an internship for this year's semester. I am a DJ on a famous radio station here in LA. Dad needs an additional finance for mom's hospital so I need a sideline so I can pay for my college and mom's bills." he explained.

"On what radio station are you?" I asked as I ate the twix bar left on the plate beside me.

"DerpFCK radio station. Its 89.5 fm." he said.

"I'll listen to that radio station of yours." I chuckled.

"Sure you will." he smiled and bowed his head.

"I-" I was about to speak when he cut me off.

"I need to go right now. Sorry its my shift. Bye." he quickly said while glancing on his clock.

"But-" he interrupted again.

"Alexa, I know you still wanted to talk to me. I promise that tomorrow we can talk for the whole day because tomorrow is my day-off. Sorry babe, I really gotta go." he said and the skype went dead.

"I was about to say something to you." I whispered.

I was about to tell him that I have a fiance. Lucky that it was his shift already. Wooh I am seriously safe.

"Harry?" I once called him as I shut my laptop.

When I turned around, he was curled on a ball on the bed that was still somewhat injured because of me. His face was stained with so much tears and the table napkin was still on his hand. His curls were scattered on the bed while his baggy jeans were hanging low on his waist. Somehow I found that Harry is not the type that always wear a t-shirt. He always wanted to be shirtless because I think, he feels like when he is shirtless he was sort of free. But that is only my opinion.

I stood up from the chair and turned off the lamp on the bedside. I grab my phone and a top on one of my crop top drawers and pulled out on of my favorite crop top that Elaine gave me. Its gray and it reaches the half of my stomach. It has a print "Dont Fvcking Mess with The Wrong Nigga BiTches"

I grab my car keys on the counter and fix myself on the whole body mirror. I was wearing my acid washed jeans with the crop top I had then I pulled out my glittery Vans on the shoe closet.

When I am ready, I went out of my room and wore the shades that Harry left on the table beside my door. My father told me to go at his office right now and somehow I know why. He will meet the parents of Liam and I will meet Liam. I hope he's not that kind of annoying or else, I'll kick his balls.

- Liam -

Yesterday, I landed here on New York because that was what my father said to me. Within hours of waiting for Chad to pick me up at the airport, I was surely out of thinking. I was seriously and literally nervous. I dont even know what to do if my fiance ever see me. Will she get disgusted on me? Will she ever get annoyed at me? Will she ever agree marry me? Will she ever be the kind of girl like Cathyrn?