The Remembering (Alex Gaskarth Fanfiction)

45. Neurotic

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Chapter 45 - Neurotic

   I discreetly nodded my head, crossing my arms.

      He returned the nod back and placed the flowers and chocolates on my dresser. I wanted to say thank you, but it was most likely a part of his plan, to lure me into his pity trip. But I wasn't going to have it. I was going to stand my ground and have him begging for mercy on his knees. He even had a pity smile as he paced around my room, how typical.

      He stopped at my desk, which had most of my papers filled with my writing scrambled across. I silently prayed he wouldn't touch them and leave them be. They were all personal and I was too tired to snap at him if he was to decide to read one of them, and besides, I was much angrier at something else.  

    "Have you been writing lately?" he asked, and of course, took one of the papers in his hand.

       I didn't do anything to stop him, just sat on my bed, giving him the death stare. His eyes skimmed the paper back and forth.

    "You're going to go places." he concluded after taking his time to read my writing.

    He returned my paper back to its rightful place and loudly exhaled. He was about to mention what happened, I had the gut feeling.

    I hummed in response from what he had just spoken, adding a little sass.

   "Listen, Laila," he paused. "You weren't supposed to see that book."

   Knew it, and as expected, a poor excuse.

    I rolled my eyes and purposely huffed rudely. Alex stood in front of my bed, looking hopeless with the way his lips parted slightly and his eyebrows faintly lowered. His arms dangled to his side and his head dropped in sorrow. 

    "The book isn't mine." he confessed, but he was clearly lying right through his teeth.

      I raised my eyebrow, pissed that he was digging himself further in a big hole that he was never going to be able get out of.

    "No, fuck, Laila, I'm not lying!" he put his hands up in defense. Like I was going to believe his pathetic attempt...I wasn't.

      "I didn't want to tell you, but the boys gave me that book." he admitted. His hands rubbed his eyes as he groaned in frustration.

       The boys gave him the book? It was them who were doing the research about me? Another betrayal down in the books, but not from Alex, it was from his very own friends. 

    My face expression must have giveaway how I felt. Alex sat next to me on my bed and wrapped his arms around me. 

     It was constraining to think that the boys would actually go to the extent of doing something like that. They stooped so low, and to actually put time and effort to give Alex a representation of their conclusions.

   "They're supposed to be your friends." I spat.

   "I know, I know." he agreed and kissed my temple.

   "They're supposed to be your band mates, not your own personal FBI squad!" At this point, I was just rambling. "They had no right to scoop on my mental state. They act like I'm insane!"

  "Well..." he trailed off.

  "Well, what?" I growled.

   I was livid. I had no desire now to be anything but angry and scorching with this fuel of emotions.