My Understandings (Austlan Cashby)

Chapter 10

[A/N: Sorry for the wait guys! I haven't gotten a chance to write much this week, but I got it done regardless. I'm working on the next chapter now, so if writer's block and every other distraction stays away, it should be done and up soon!]

*Austin’s POV*

 

He pushed me off of him and ran towards the bathroom. Okay..? I got up and put my shirt on to follow him. Even with a horrible hangover, I still wanted to fuck him. Is that bad? Also, why did I have a hangover; I don’t remember drinking the night before. I knocked on the bathroom door, “Alan, are you okay?”

“Go away, Austin!” came his muffled response.

“Alan please, just tell me if you’re okay or not.”

“I’M FINE! NOW LEAVE. ME. ALONE!” I swear I heard him crying.

“no, you’re not. I’m coming in.” I opened the door and saw Alan lying on the floor, his phone next to him, and him in tears.

“baby, what’s wrong?” then it clicked. The text. “Alan, let me see your phone.”

He picked it up and threw it at me. “Here. NOW LEAVE”

I looked at the screen. It was a picture of me, half naked, with someone on top of me. Was that….Shay? “what the fuck? Alan, are you sure you don’t recognize the number?”

“yeah, but WHAT THE FUCK, AUSTIN!” he sat up and looked me in the eyes. “I trusted you. at least I pushed mine away! Who the fuck is that?”

“I honestly don’t know. I don’t even remember doing that!”  Partial lie; I know who it is, but I don’t remember doing anything. I ran back to my bunk to get my phone. I went through my contacts and found Shay’s number. I compared it to the unknown number on Alan’s phone. It’s a match. “ALAN!” I ran back to the bathroom, and he was still on the floor, but with a razor this time.

“Do I even matter to you?” he asked, tears streaming down his face.

I knelt down and took the razor from his hands. “you mean the world to me, Alan.I know who texted you.”

“who?”

“how did I get back to the bus last night? I remember going out, but not coming back.”

“Uhm, Shay brought you back after finding you drunk in an alley. Wait, it’s Shay?! That explains why I didn’t recognize the number; I deleted his contact info after he left.”

“yeah. I don’t remember going through with this. I mean, he must have got me drunk to the point where I didn’t know what I was doing and talked me into it somehow, I don’t know. I faintly remember telling him no.”

“I..I don’t know what to say.”

“but I do.” I hit dial on Shay’s name; he answered first ring. “hey, baby. Thanks for bringing me back last night!”

“no problem, I hope you had fun.” I could hear a hint of flirting in his voice.

“I did, and that’s why I’m calling. Everyone’s going out tonight and won’t be back until tomorrow, and I was wondering if you wanted to come here and have some fun with me?”

“I would love to. What time?”

“9:30. I’ll be ready for you” I purred, and hung up. Who knew I had a seductive side. I looked up at Alan, who was looking at me with wide eyes. “I got a plan.” I reassured him, “Don’t worry, I didn’t mean a word. That’s all for you.”

He smiled, “good.” And kissed me roughly, “want to continue where we left off?”

I grinned, “hell yeah” and we did it right there, on the bathroom floor.

~

“So you guys know the plan?” I asked. Tino, Phil, Aaron, and Alan all nodded. “good. He’ll be here any minute.” This is going to be great. I heard a knock on the door, and I motioned for everyone to hide in their bunks. I went and opened the door.

“Hey there!” Shay said, his face lighting up with a smile.

“Hello. Come on.” I motioned him to come inside, “let’s hang out in the back room.” I led him through our ginormous front lounge, down the hallway where our bunks were, and into the room. I turned around to face him, and I saw the guys quietly creep up behind him. Shayley didn’t notice until they had surrounded him, and the door was closed and locked.

Alan came to stand beside me, and snaked his arm around my waist. “hey baby” he said, and stood on his tip toes to kiss me lightly.

I smiled, knowing this was part of the plan. I kissed back roughly, slipping my tongue into his mouth. I broke away for a brief moment, to tell Shay, “uh, why don’t you take pictures? You know, considering the fact you looooooove taking pictures of people going at it. Who are you going to send them to this time?”

“I-I what? What do you mean?” he stuttered, his jaw dropping open.

I pulled away from Alan, whispering loud enough in his ear so everyone else could hear, “we’ll do it later baby.” I took a step closer to Shayley. “you know damn well what I mean.” I growled, putting my hand out. “let me see your phone.”

He looked around the room, searching for an escape route. I was sure for a fact that he was not getting out of this room until I was done. Tino, Phil, and Aaron all uncrossed their arms, taking a step closer to Shay. I told them earlier to act as tough as possible; make Shayley uncomfortable. I wanted an explanation.

“give me your phone, Shay.” I repeated firmly, “now.”

The guys took another step towards him, but Alan stayed behind me. I wasn’t going to let Shay get anywhere near him, and I had promised Alan just that.

“what for?” Shay asked, trying to keep a straight face.

“Alan, your phone please.” I said, keeping my eyes locked with Shay’s.

“here” Alan said, pressing the phone into my open hand.

“thank you.” I opened the text that had the picture on it, and I practically shoved it in Shay’s face. “THIS, SHAYLEY! THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!” I shouted, “YOU GOT ME DRUNK AND DID THIS TO ME, THEN YOU SENT PICTURES TO ALAN. WHY, THOUGH, THAT’S ALL I’M TRYING TO UNDERSTAND!”