Artistic Behavior (#Wattys2014)

Chapter Six - Rebellious

A/N Okay, before I start this chapter, I know I haven't updated, in like, 2 weeks? Yeah, I think so. Well, here are the few reasons why:

1. School

2. School

3. School

4. Homework

5. Writer's Block

Ta daaa! The more you know ;)

Anyway, if this chapter is well, horribly written, do not blame me, I just woke up and I have a terrible headache, sore throat, and I have a fever.

Now, here we shall go to write/read, and I don't fudging know.

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Chapter Six -

Rebellious

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"Alex," I mutter from across the room. I know she's awake, she's breathing properly, and I saw her eyes flicker open a few minutes ago. And if she is really asleep, I'm just an idiot.

After constantly calling her name, she finally turns her face towards me, and sends me a tired gaze, her eye-lids drooping occasionally.

"I was worried about you yesterday," I state, turning over on my back and staring at the ceiling. I can hear her yawn, and the sound of sheets being ruffled, so she's either getting up, or stretching, but I don't hear the sound of her feet against the floor, so it's obviously the latter.

"I was out," she mumbles quietly, not her usual carefree, bubbly self, even if she isn't a morning person, she's usually like that. I turn my head to face her, and she's staring right back at me, and that's when I notice that her eyes are glassy, red outlining the skin around her eyes, slightly puffy. And her skin is pale, and she just looks terrible.

"Hey," I say worriedly, sitting up. She looks up at me, then covers herself and her face with the blanket, and she groans. I tilt my head to the side, staring at the lump under the covers. I'm contemplating whether or not to drag her out of her bed, or just rip the sheets off of her, and it may be the latter soon, if she doesn't just tell me what happened.

I sigh, getting up and walking over towards her, and she squeaks when I rip the sheets off of her body, and she shoots up, accidentaly hitting her head against mine, and we both groan in pain. I take advantage of her pain (that sounds so cruel) and force her to listen (that sounds cruel too).

"What?" She whines, sending me a glare. I grin in triumph, for finally getting her to listen and not chicken out.

"Tell me what happened," I say slowly and quietly, so she knows I'm not trying to mess with her, and she visibly hesitates, then nods.

"Okay," she breathes, "it's a long story, but it'll take a few minutes, and don't say anything, until I'm done, okay?" I nod, and she takes a deep breath, and begins.

"So, remember when I told you I was going out, and I invited you? Yeah, that. You said no, so I went anyways. It was a bonfire, but everyone was smoking and doing drugs and shit. Drinking, too, but that's normal. Then, that guy I like, his name is Kyle, and he was there too. He was smoking, and people were forcing him to sniff cocaine. I was so scared, to see if he actually would do it, and I was just a few feet away, staring at him. He didn't do it, thank god, but he pretended to, and all of those guys just patted his back and left him there. That's when I walked up to him, and when he noticed me, he smiled. But it wasn't a genuine, friendly smile. It had a weird sense of danger, I could tell.

That's when he told me to follow him. And I did, and I knew it was a horrible mistake." By now, she was almost crying, and I could tell it was a horrible experience, and she's scarred, and not just mentally.