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

Chapter 25: Bad Idea

        I sat on one of the steps outside my front door. I fumbled my broken phone in my fingers, staring at it intently and trying to think of a way to explain it to my dad when he got here. It was only nine-thirty; and I had at least three hours before my dad might be home. I've come to realize that when I drink, I'm up before a sixty year old the next day. It was giving me time to think, which wasn't good. It was letting the idea of what I'd done, sink in, become a reality.

        My bare feet were against the stone and concrete steps. I ran my fingers through my damp, curly hair slowly while staring at the ground. The rain from the night before had washed dirt onto the pathway in front of my house. It was decently warm outside; April only a few days away. I couldn't believe how quickly this school year was flying by; how much was happening, and how much I'd changed.

        Before I came to this school, I never really had friends. Not ones that I could rely on like I do in Maryland. When I moved here, I somehow gained more than I ever thought I was meant to have. I have the greatest friends I could ever have, and I found a boy that didn't think I was a waste of time. I fucked everything up, I messed my entire life up, in one single night.

        I guess this is what they mean when they say you hit rock bottom.

        I heard the revving of a familiar engine at the end of my street, and when they came around the bend of the trees, I could hear Jack and Alex listening to Blink-182 much too early in the morning. It was too loud for my pounding headache that had set in. It wasn't as important until they brought it to the front of my thoughts.

        I clutched my shattered phone in my hands. I stood up slowly while they sped down my driveway, getting too close to Alex's car before stopping. Jack turned down the volume thankfully and I let out a breath. I crossed my arms over my chest uncomfortably while Jack smiled and waved from the driver's seat. He eyed me from his seat while Alex got out, a big smile on his lips. How the fuck is he so fine and dandy?

        Jack pulled out his pohone and pointed to the screen while mouthing the words 'text me'. I held out my broken phone with a scowl and he raised his eyebrows. Somehow, Alex didn't catch what was happening while pulling his shit out of Jack's car and throwing it into the back seat of his.

        "Am I still taking you to pick up your car?" Jack asked secretively, and I sighed happily. I forgot that Adam couldn't take me, so I'd kindly asked Jack. That saved me some time to think, to sort everthing out.

        "Yeah, one thirty," I muttered, loud enough for him to hear. He nodded, eyes narrowing to tell me I had a lot of explaining to do. I turned towards the front door, not waiting for Jack while he figured out what he wanted out of his car. I left it open and heard Jack pull out of my driveway and speed off. I was happy he understood that he wasn't supposed to stay. He didn't need to hear what I was going to say to Alex.

        I also wasn't sure what I was going to say to him either. I thought up a hundred different scenarios in my head, and I was kicking myself internally when I'd picture the way his lips moved, and how he smelled. I wanted to shoot myself for thinking about those things at a time like this.

        As soon as I heard the scuffing of shoes up the front steps, I instantly regretted wanting to talk to him. There was nothing to say at this point; nothing could be said to fix this.

        I heard the door shut, and cautiouslly Alex's feet moved towards the kitchen before I saw his shadow, then his body emerged from the door. I wanted to punch him in the face so badly. His wet hair was covered by a black beanie, a green New Found Glory t-shirt, skinny jeans and his old converse.

        "Hey Stell," he seemed to tease from his spot against the doorway. He crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned against the frame, legs crossing one another. I gripped my cup tighter, sure it would break. I looked at him, before putting my cup back down on the granite counter.

        "Don't 'hey, Stell' me Alexander Gaskarth," I snapped, which caused quite the arousal out of him. He raised his eyebrows and smirked. I hated that smirk more than anything in the entire world.

        "Well, I assumed you wanted to get lucky again," he chuckled at my own stupid words. I knew he was being sarcastic, using what I said agaisnt me. I glared at him, the seven feet between us much too close for my liking.

        "Well, I was assuming you wanted to get lucky again," he chuckled at my own stupid words. I knew he was being sarcastic, using what I said against me. I glared at him, the seven feet between us much too close for my liking.

        "Well, I figured if I drove you so fucking insane you'd come in the house whether you knew it or not," I huffed loudly, eyes challenging his while his smile fell slowly. We wer eboth stumped, because we both said things that we regretted. We were both accused of the same thing.

        Wanting each other, that's what we were accused of.

        I winced at the thought, and it seemed like Alex was thinking the same idea because he came off the wall and shook his head quickly, lke he had the chills. We watched each other carefully as he now moved to lean against the fridge, three feet closer to me.

        "What'd you tell Adam?" Alex's smile found his way back to his lips. I shook my head, horrified at the thought. I ran my fingers over my face and began breathing heavily. I hadn't gotten that far in my thinking yet.

        "I'm not telling him anything, and neither are you. What happened last night shouldn't have. We both know it. We both should forget about it, like it never happened," my voice was raspy, hoping he wouldn't taunt me, black mail me and tell me he'd tell Adam.

        His devilish grin grew wider when he picked his back off the stainless steel refrigerator, closing the gap between us. Before I could register what was happening, his hands were on either side of my body, holding me against the counter. I felt myself suck in a breath, not allowing myself to breathe him in. If I did, I'd lose.

        "We both wanted it to happen," he whispered in a husky voice, faces inches from mine. I was jell-o under his gaze. I couldn't bring myself to move away from his scent, it was enough to paralyze me. My eyes met his and he looked at me wickedly, fingers pulling at the hem of my yoga pants. His face moved towards my ear, lips brushing against it, "I think it's aonly a matter of time before you give in."

        Like the night before, his lips were on mine roughly. My brain shut off for a few moments and let my mouth move to his, but somehow I felt my hands shoot up and push him away. He stumbled back a few steps, caught off guard.

        I began shaking my head, holding back a whimper in my throat. I was so confused and so lost. I couldn't think staright.

        "No, stop Alex. Go!" I yelled and threw his keyss in his diretion. He let out a breath, fumbling with them against his chest as he staried at me. I couldn't help but noice the way his mouth turned up just slightly in the corner. It was like he knew something I didn't, something I'd missed.

        I knew having him come in here was a terrible idea.