Perfect Chemistry

Chapter 25

Alex POV

Its been 2 weeks.....

14 days....

366 hours....

20160 minutes....

1209600 seconds and still counting since she last spoke to me. Since I last saw that breath taking smile of hers directed at me, since I touched her..... And its literally driving me insane. Okay I know I'm at fault cause I hurt her.. even when I said I wouldnt, I did. And no matter how hard I try to get near her to apologize that demon spawn... "Dammy", as she calls him wouldn't let me get within  5 feet of her. I can tell that he knows I'm in love with her. And he knows he is the only guy apart from her dad that she trusts so he's going to try everything in his power to make her his.....Cause just like me, he's crazy about her. For fuck's sake he looks like a lovesick puppy with the way he hovers around her all the time. You're just jealous that right now he's probably the one she cuddles with at night... My subconscience taunted me.

 That is if he hasn't succeded already. Cause from the look of things she has warmed up to him so much that it hurts to look at them when they're together. And when you're walking in the halls you hear people talking about how they're the 'cutest couple' when they supposedly aren't dating yet they do everything together, go everywhere together. I could literally feel my blood beginning to get hot in my veins. Their pictures are now on the cover of the teens magazine... trash that Trish likes reading all the time and she keeps rubbing it in my face how much of an idiot I am for saying what I said to Britt.

 My head turned so fast I thought I got whiplash  to my door when someone opened it like he wanted to rip it off its hinges. Trish stood there in shock as a knife was  now embeded in the door opened behind her. "Dude what the hell is wrong with you!! You could've killed me!!!" She exclaimed in shock. " But it didn't right??"I said in a tone laced in sarcasm and rolled my eyes while I took a sip of the glass of whiskey on my side table. "Would you stop laying around in your room and sulking like it's the end of the world. Get the fuck up, grow some balls and go fucking get your woman back. We all can see that she still loves you. And if you would just be man enough you can show her that you two could be together right now." She yelled at me from the door.

"What's the use? 'Dammy' is just gonna play the gentleman card and probably wait for me to make a mistake with her again just to prove to her that he's better for her than I am. I see it happen all the time in those trashy Novelas you watch." I told her and reached into the drawer in my bedside table for my bottle of whiskey and poured myself another glass. "Let's face it Trish. Damon is a better choice for her out of the two of us. He's patient, caring, dedicated to her like a dog and has all the qualities she wants. I'm just gonna bring her pain and sadness and anger. Plus, she's not safe with me... I'm a gang member." I explained to Trish or more like I was trying to convince myself.

"What you forgot to mention was what she needs, not what she wants. She needs you Alex. She needs she you to make her smile so it reaches her eyes and her dimple on her left cheek is clearly visible. So she can laugh heartily with no restrictions. She might be okay with Damon but she's not as happy as she is when she's around you. If you're still too dark to comprehend what I'm saying.. I'm trying to tell you that the bitch loves you." She breathes. "So if  you're done pouring out all your fears and insecurities then get up, take a shower cause you stink and put on some decent clothes." She said as she ramaged through my closet for clothes she thought were decent. She finally found what she was looking for and placed it on my bed. "You have 10 minutes, now scat!" She said and headed towards the door. "Where the hell are you taking me that I'm gonna need to dress in a white shirt and dress pants?" I asked as she was leaving. She turned halfway and smirked at me. "We're gonna go win your cherry back."