Riot Girl

Girls Just Wanna Have Some

AN: This chapter is super long I'm sorry. And warning there is sexy times happening in this chapter. I had to split it into 2 parts. 😅😅😅

May 7th

Molly's P.O.V

Tom had picked me up from school every day for a whole week. We'd go to my house. We'd make a snack. We'd talk. We'd argue playfully. He'd help me write my homework out. We'd rehearse songs together then he'd go home. I didn't mind our new little routine. In fact I kind of liked spending time with him it was almost, dare I even admit this? Sort of...nice.

Tom never judged me or asked questions he knew I wouldn't want to answer. He just let me be myself. He was annoying as hell but he made me feel something I hadn't felt in a long time. Something I hadn't felt since everything happened with Dex. He made me feel...alive again. I thought I'd been ok feeling numb going through my life in a daze. I liked numb. It was safe. It didn't hurt. But with Tom I couldn't be numb anymore. He made me feel whether I wanted to or not.

It was Sunday. I hadn't seen Tom yesterday and if I was honest with myself I'd missed him. Gross Molly. Gross. Get a grip. I was walking to Sarah's with my fender on my back. It was rehearsal time. I hadn't told them about Tom. I had no idea how to. I was nervous. I felt sick. He swore he'd be here but when I got to Sarah's there was no sign of his beat up car or his pick up.

I sighed.

The garage door was open and Dani was setting up her kit and Sarah was tuning up.

Dani frowned.

"Why did you bring your guitar?"

I felt myself becoming increasingly flustered.

"Yeah what's going on? Why are we rehearsing for this show when we can't even play?" Asked Sarah.

I heard an engine. I looked over my shoulder and tried to stop the grin splitting across my face. Tom smiled at me and walked towards me. He'd brought his own guitar today.

I turned back to Dani and Sarah and watched their eyes widening in surprise.

"And yet again Tom DeLonge is here to save the day."
He said as he casually slung his arm around my shoulders.

I inhaled. Cologne, hair gel, flamin' hot cheetos and gum. It was just so Tom. My heart rate sped up. Fuck! No no no this was not happening because of him. I had a soda before I left my house. It was just my body reacting to the caffeine and sugar. It had to be.

I glanced up at him. He was smiling at me smugly. I hated the fact that I'd missed his annoying squeaky ass whiny voice yesterday.

"Fuck off DeLonge. Last time you tried to save the day I got this." I said shoving him off me and pointing to my cast.

I missed his warm hand on my shoulder. Fuck.

Tom grimaced.

"When are you gonna forgive me for that? Do you want me to beg for forgiveness? Cause I will if you want me to." He asked with a pathetically cute little pout.

I tried to fight the smile on my lips.

"Me make you beg? No thanks. You'd probably get off on that you creep." I said with a wink.

He blushed. Fuck I loved making him blush. I just wanted to pin him against the wall and...woah! What the fuck Molly jeez it's just DeLonge what are you thinking? I mean you don't actually find him attractive do you?

Well I mean he wasn't ugly. Far from it. He was tall and had a nice build. Mark was usually the one to shed his shirt at shows but I'd seen Tom topless a few times. He had a good body. Broad chest, long arms and toned too with just the slightest hint of soft belly. He had cool bleached hair, cool piercings, warm brown eyes, cute freckles, a sweet smile, a great laugh...It was more like a giggle really. His laugh always made me want to smile. He was funny, really funny and kind too. Unexpectedly kind... Oh. No.