Someone somewhere. [Asking alexandria fan fiction]

part one: the club.

I woke up to kids screaming as they ran down the halls, giggling and pouding the walls as they sprinted past. i knew then that this was going to be a shit day. after a few seconds of wishing i could just go back to sleep, i finally convinced myself that staying in bed all day is a sign of defeat and drag myself into my bathroom. 

fucking hate mornings.

but today, my friends, is a very special day. 

its my bestfriends Jo Jo's birthday, and we're all going out today. and since i've selpt most of the day away i've got no time to lose! im supposed to be there at half seven and its already 6!

yeah, im basically nocturnal.

so anyways, i shower (and shave my legs!), and do my hair and makeup. i get dressed in a black bandeau top with acid washed, shredded, and studded shorts, with some black converse and a cool leather biker vest. i topped everything off with spike bracelets, an upside down cross necklace, and an array of interesting rings. by 7:20, i was ready to go. i grabbed my purse and stashed Jo Jo's gift in it before heading out the door.

When i get to Jo Jo's the doors unlocked so i just walk in. i find her in the bathroom, doing her makeup. she looks like a total star in a loose black sparkly tank top with galaxy legging underneath and flats.

"hey!"

she jumps at the sound of my voice.

"since when is okay to just walk into someones bathroom like that?! i could have been pooping!" she cries, waving her arm at me angrily, and i swear i see mascara fly from the end. i cant help but laugh at her. "good thing you weren't then." i say, sitting down on her bathroom counter. 

"you planning on getting any dick tonight?" she asks suddenly.

i burst into a fit of uncontrolable laughter, nearly falling off the counter. "you know it," i gasp for air as i finally calm down. "i am so ready to get laid!" she exclaims, putting down her makeup and giving herself a once over before leaving teh bathroom. i follow her out and we sit in the living room, waiting for her boyfriend and my best friend. 

Ben bruce.

 im really happy that they finally got together.

okay, that was a huge lie. i fucking hate that they got together and i want him all to myself. 

god, i sound like a bitch just thinking that. but oh well, its the truth. we all used to be best friends and it was great, but then they had to fuck it up by, well... fucking.

so now everytime i see them together it makes me want to crawl into a hole and die. but whatever. i mean i'll get over it. but the pain in my chest tells me i wont.

WHY MY LIFE!

just then, Ben walks in, looking effortlessly sexy in tight skinnies, studded boots and a black tank top. i want to jump his bones sooooo fucking bad.

jealousy flarse up as Jo Jo bouds into his arms and kisses him madly. i look away grinding my teeth. 

"c'mon Ash! we're leaving!"

Jo Jo says, her and ben exiting the house. all i can see is his arm wrapped around her waist.

fuck my life. we climb into her jeep, the two of them in front, and of course, lonely-third-wheel me in the back. alone. forever. by myself.

the club is packed up to the tits, by somehow, (prolly cos Ben's famous and all) we get to skip the line and go right in. 

lights flash and i hear people shouting over teh music saying things like:

"omg if this had a dick i would fuck it."

"we should go somewhere, like alone."

"would you fuck me?"

i cant help by giggle a little. i look over to say something to Jo Jo, but see that her and ben are snogging madly. i sigh with frusteration and wiggle out into the crowd, hoping to find someone, anyone, that will fill the void in my chest.

i go to the bar and get a drink, gulping it down within seconds. god, it smells like doritos and hookers in here. dont get me wrong, i fucking love doritos, but i do not enjoy the smell of nacho cheese mixed with the smell of sweat and desperation.

i shove my way out onto the dance floor, griding against a rondom girl dressed like a class A whore.  i cant help but enjoy the way her body feels against mine. oh, god, im drunk. bad things happed when im drunk.

"why'd you run off?"

Ben whispers from behid me, his warm breath tickling my ear. i jump, acidentally pushing the girl away. i apoplogize ferociously before turning to ben. "You guys seemed all set. didnt think you would miss me." i tell him flatly, trying to escape into the crowd.

ever since Jo Jo and Ben got together, i've pretty much flat out ignored him, unless i absolutely have to talk to him. its just cos its really awkward for me. i mean, if you wanted to fuck your bestfriends, whos dating your other best friend, you'd find it awkward too. trust me. 

"well i did miss you." he says as he follows me, pushing through the crowd. i feel a warth spread in my chest at what he said. he missed me?

"where's Jo Jo?" i ask him in a cold voice. 

"she went to the bathroom or something." he says, like he doesnt care. and he probably doesnt. i mean, he is Ben Bruce after all. 

"shouldnt you be waiting for her, then?" i ask testily, desperately trying to get lost in the crowd of sweaty people. 

"i didnt want to. id rather hang out with you than wait outside a dingy bathroom." i can hear the shrug in his voice.

"why cant you just leave me alone?!" i whip around to face him in a false fury, trying to push him away. but he doesnt budge. he just takes my wrists into his hands and says, "why are you like this to me, Asher? why arent we best friends anymore?" his voice is soft. its so unlike him. i yank my hands out of his grasp, "i love you." barely comes out as a choked whisper. i reel back in horror of what just came out of my mouth. talk about word vomit. quickly as i can (im pretty damn fast) i trun and sprint through the crowd, running out through the back door and emerging in a well lit alley.

why does he have to fuck with my head so much?

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i text Jo Jo, making up an excuse for being sick and leave the club. i take a cab back to my house, where everyone's asleep and i can go up to my room and have a good long cry.

fuck my life.

Jo Jo on the right >.>