(2) Overnight Sensation: An All Time Low Fanfiction Romance

Chapter 20: Tell

        "We need to work on this project Alex. We've done nothing for ane ntire month," I sighed deeply, leaning back in my seat. Alex glanced at me from his eye while balancing a pencil on his nose.

        This whole waiting until the last minute thing was beginning to stress me out completely. Jack, who is almost as terrible as Alex at getting his work done, was nearly finished with his whole song. We have one stupid line, and haven't done anything with it yet.

        It's not like I hadn't tried to write something. Every night I would go home and rack my brain for an awesome idea. And even when I did think of a halfway decent chorus, I would bring it up and Alex would shoot it down without even hearing the whole thing. I knew he was doing it to piss me off, but this was an easy grade for someone like him. You wouldn't think he would put his pride in front of his future.

        "You say that every single day," he grumbled under his breath while picking off of his nose. I let out a deep breath and rolled my eyes obnoxiously.

        "That's because it's true!"

        "Do you know that when you speak to people, you have this condescending tone, like you're better than them. It's fucking annoying," He snapped, gripping his pencil tightly in his hand.

        I ran my fingers over my face, resting them against my elbows. This made me so angry that I wanted to cry, I wanted to break down into tears and just yell in his face. I wanted to know why he changed to the person he was now, why he wasn't nice anmore. I just wanted Alex back, the one that I could joke around and talk with. I waned the Alex that took my breath away when he would hit on me. I wanted the Alex I met more than the Alex that I had to deal with now.

        I couldn't believe I was admitting that I missed the old Alex Gaskarth.

        It's not like I could have backed out of this project. I already attempted to talk to Mr. Moore about it, but he ignored me. Instead, he explained that this project was a learning experience for me, and that I would have to overcome it. He also said he warned us about partners in the beginning of the assignment.

        I wanted to tell him that I wasn't expecting my friend to push me away, and tear my emotions apart.

        But there was no time for that now, instead I bit my tongue, and continued to work Alex. It was my personal form of hell at this point. The only thing I could look forward to was that idea that Adam would be there at the end of the day to give me a hug and tel me there was only a few weeks left.

        I didn't think that I had a few weeks left in me.

     The bell rang, and I was already one fot out the door. I was sprinting as far away from the classroom as I could. I ran the corner of the hallway and straight into another person. When I stumbled backwards, I was more than happy to see that it was Adam.

        "Whoa, there Lance Armstrong. Where's the race?" Adam grinned at him, hand grabbing me lbow as I tried to regain my footing. I smiled at him wearily and gained a grip on his fingers as I tugged him backwards to the front of the school, where I could get the hell away from Alex.

        "Stella -- Stell, stop running for a second," Adam stopped dead in his tracks. I jerked backwards into him, and he grabbed both of my shoulders softly, trying to get me to look him in the eyes. "I don't think I ever see you come out of that class with a smile on your face."

        "It's because -- ugh. Please, just don't start. I just want to forget," I shrugged out of his grip, and started to walk again. His long stride was faster than mine and he made a move to position himself between me and the door. I tried to dodge him, but he continued to move with my body, creating an annoying barrier.

        "Adam," I complained loudly, starting to get angry. I was already frustrated from class, and he knew why. He knows how much I hated to be stuck with Alex for that hour, but he always watned to know more, and I didn't want to talk about it with him, at all. "Will you please stop?"

        "Just talk to me," he muttered softly, hand falling to the side of my face. My sudden staggered steps came to a stop and I let out a breath.

        "I don't want to talk about it, Adam," I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest and looking up at his face. His green eyes looked at me, a hardened expression hidden deap underneath it all.

        "It's really funny how you never want to talk about anything," He mumbled, tracing my jawline with his fingers. I shivered under his touch, feeling terrible as I cooled down. Why did I have to put him through this ever day? It's been nearly a month and every single day is the same thing. Why can't I talk to him about this?

        I stood on my toes and pressed my mouth to his, moving to it slowly. His fingers curled to the shape of my face, letting out a sigh under my lips. I closed my eyes and pulled his mouth to mine again, trying to enjoy the taste.

        I pulled away, looking him in his summer grass eyes. He smiled warmly at me, seeming to forget what we were bickering about. I grinned back, laughing softly and pulling his chin with my finger to close the gap between our lips. He took this as a willing opportunity to run his finger through my hair.

        "I'm sorry," I whispered the apology, while combing my nails through his hair. He nodded, letting his breath out and shrugging once.

        "Can't make you tell me, but I wish you would," he laced his fingesr through mine before pulling me towards the front doors. I started to pick up my pace to match his. He gave me a half-hearted smile before kissing my hand once. He told me he'd call me tonight. After protesting for him to walk me to my car, hoping that he would, he declined continuing to walk to his crappy pickup truck.

        I groaned loudly and stomped to my car. I pulled my keys out and hit the unlock button from a distance. I muttered under my breath at how stupid I could be, and how stupid I was acting. It wasn't that big a deal to tell Adam how I was feeling, so why was I having such a hard time doing it?

        When I walked to the driver's side door, I saw Kara sitting in the front seat. She was staring out the windshield, unfazed by my presence. I opened the door slowly, about to ask her what she was doing, but she beat me with her own sentance.

        "Drive to your house," she said softly, an unhappy expression rested on her lips. I paused, standing there, completely uncertain if I wanted to or not. That changed when she looked at me, her eyes sad and concerned. Her mouth was pulled down into a miserable frown, "Please?"