I Hate Clichès

Australian boy bands and Starting over

A/N: Can I just say how amazing my fans are!? I mean, I'm so happy that I reached 800 reads!! :) It would Seriously mean the  world to me if you voted after you read please! :) Anyway here's the next Chapter in I Hate Clichès. 

Picture on the side is Avery!

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Avery's P.O.V.

"Why the hell did you do that?" I demand.

Now I know I was the one who wanted to make Natalia jealous, but I didn't want to take it too far. Far being her getting upset.

Molly smirks at me. "I did what you wanted me to do. The Last part was just for me, if I must admit." 

I run a hand through my hair and groan. "Listen, this was our plan; make her jealous, so that way she'll want me back."

Now, that I think about it; this plan is beyond stupid. It's utterly idiotic! Natalia is mad at me, and I still can't quite grasp what happened between us in those short few days.

She scoffs, rolling her overly-done and heavily make-up caked eyes. "Please, the only thing your doing to her is making her hate you even more. Besides, she seems to have moved on. Didn't you see her with that hottie?" She smirks again, moving closer to me. "Anyways, why do you care about her when you can have me? She doesn't deserve you."

I take a step back and glare at her. "One night! One night we hooked up and now you think you own me, Molly. You don't."

She chuckles. "Please, you begged me for it. And besides if you really wanted her back why have you been hooking up with me since you two had your petty fight?"

"It wasn't petty! I lov-" I stop myself before I can say anything idiotic.

Was I about to say that I loved her? I mean for God's sake, we only hung out for what? A week? And now I feel all.... God, I can't even describe it. The way she makes me feel is indescribable. With her I feel like myself, not that stupid bad boy image everyone else has made for me. She has this thing about her, it makes everyone around her feel special. Like when she looks at you she makes you feel as if you're the only person that matters. Is that with everyone or just me? I don't know.

Molly's eyes to wide. "Do you love her, Avery?"

I shake my head. "I'm not sure."

Suddenly I see her dark green eyes filled with rage. "Why the fuck would you love that cow! She is disgusting a-and she ruins everything!"

Now it's my turn to be angry. "You don't know shit about her! She is amazing! What's your problem? You don't know her."

She goes quiet.

I take this chance and leave. Thank goodness I didn't drive her here, it would be a nightmare having to deal with that bitch.

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As I drive home, I can't help but think how fucked up my life got in the past few weeks. No girl has ever made me feel like this. I mean Sure, I've slept with some girls who I cared about, Hey don't think I'm All bad. Anyway, I have been with other girls I have liked, but somehow she was different.

She has the softest hair, it's so dark brown it's almost black. Sometimes when you see it you can almost swear it's changed colors. Her eyes are the loveliest shade of brown, like melted chocolate mixed with a dark coffee brown color. And her smile makes my heart beat rapidly. Normally I don't like girls liked her, you know all goody-goody, but she is my only exception.