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

Chapter 31: Sap (Alex's POV)

        When I woke up the next morning, I could feel a headache developing in the back of my skull and a stabbing pain that was shooting through my left hand. I tried to see through the pain that was in body, but it was overwhelming my vision. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, trying to wish away my hangover. Hangovers were the fucking worst.

        I was instantly distracted when I felt a body twitch under my right hand. Long brown hair was wrapped loosely around my forearm and a girl with long eye-lashes clutched my shirt comfortingly. My entire body froze when I realized it was Stella.

        Shit, that stuff wasn't a dream. Damn it, I knew I said a lot of stupid things when I was hammered last night, but what did I even say? I don't even remember half of it. I do remember telling her about the green sweater. I cannot believe I said that crap. She probably thinks I'm some huge sap that is all in touch with his emotions. Fuck, I don't even know what to do now.

        My hand burned, and I lifted it to see the bandage that was falling off and the ice that was melted in a bag. I snorted, and rolled my eyes at the terrible job Stella or I did wrapping it. I would have assumed it was me by how terrible it was, but because Stella was here, it probably means that she was the one to find the stuff to do it.

        Why was Stella here? I was talking to Zack on the phone yesterday and he said that practice was cancelled. I remember getting mad and flipping out at him on the phone, asking what everyone would be doing instead of practicing. He told me that Stella was with Adam, and I tried my best not to blow up when he said that either. I hated Adam, I really fucking hated him.

        Stella was here, lying in my bed with me. Her bangs were in her face, and I could see the easy rise and fall of her breathing. I couldn't believe she'd come here. I've put her through so much shit in the last few weeks. I'm surprised she didn't just tell me to rot in hell.

        I still wasn't sure I did any of that stuff, why I was taunting her in school. It was true what I was feeding to her, I liked the chase. I loved it, actually. I loved it with Jessica when she wouldn't give me the time of day. Once I kissed her for the first time, I didn't need her anymore. I didn't want her around, because my infatuation was over. She was a great kisser, and fantastic in bed, but there was nothing that kept me interested except a booty call every few weeks.

        With Stella, thinking about it makes me cringe. There was so much -- something. I don't know what it was. It was like the greatest night of fooling around any person could ever have. I feel like such a tool for saying this, because it sounds so lame. She was so different, and so fascinating. Her green eyes were just to start off -- but she -- I -- I don't even know how to put it. Once I got a piece of her at my party, I wanted -- no, I needed the whole thing.

        The part that got me the worst was that she didn't break up with Adam! I knew that she felt somewhat similar to what I feel. She can't deny that she's attracted to me, too, because I know she is. Why does she think I continuously call her out on it? She wants to forget it, everything that happened. How the fuck am I supposed to let it go? I can't turn off my hormones, and I sure as hell can't get the images of that night out of my head.

        I still see everything about that night as clearly as day. Well -- as clear as my head was on that night anyway.

        Adam wasn't right for her. She was dominate, a leader and she loved that. What gets her going the most is when she has someone that threatens or challenges her. I always did that, I always made her think, stand on her fucking wits end to prove me wrong. Sometimes I knew I was wrong, completely one-hundred percent wrong. I loved to watch her get into heated arguments with me. She scrunched her nose a lot, and used nicknames to make me feel like an idiot. For some reason, I think it's cute as hell.

        Everything that girl did was so fucking cute.

        The part that gets me about that is the fact that she didn't realize how gorgeous she was. Jessica knew exactly how hot she was, and used it to her advantage. She was cocky and clingy. Stella doesn't see anything special about herself; she goes about the day like another person in the crowd. She sticks out like a God damn sore thumb. Ever since the first day of school, she stated who she was without saying it. She doesn't have to; everyone stares when she walks into a room. It's fucking insane how much attention she drew to herself without doing a thing.

        It's definitely grabbed my attention, every single part of it.

        I was trying not to breathe with her underneath me, beacuse if she woke up, I already knew how awkward it would be after what happened last night. I knew I sounded like an idiot and that she would run off to her tool-bag boyfriend and he won't say a single thing because he didn't have a backbone. She needs someone that will tease her, and make her feel -- excited. I know she is never thrilled with Adam, I can tell. When they kiss -- she puts nothing into it. I know damn well that when we issed, there was enough heat to start a fire.

        Plus, as weird as it sounds, I like the way our legs are tangled together, and the way her skin feels against mine. It's so soft, and I'm not sure how she manages to keep it that way. She has a few scars on her arms, and I'm sure it's from falling over her own two feet. She isn't very graceful, even when she's confident. But it's like -- she knows that she's clumsy and goes with it anyway.

        Her thin lips were open slightly, allowing her breathing to come out shallow, and create a small warm spot on the side of my chest. It wasn't something that bothered me, because she smelled so good. It was like pumpkin spice. It was the most enticin smell in the world. I hadn't ever smelled something so sweet or fantastic.

        I finally let out my breath when her eyes opened underneath me; she blinked a few times, before her green eyes looked at me cautiously. I raised my eyebrows at her, giving her a weary half smile with no teeth. She didn't respond, but only bit the inside of her mouth. You could see the dimple that it created in her cheek, and it made me want to kiss her. I wasn't even sure why the hell I wanted to so badly, but I ignored the intense urge.

        She propped herself up on the pillow that was underneath her and the other hand rested flat on my chest, and it felt like it was burning a hole through my skin. Her touch was always so cool, and it felt like I was on fire. I shifted slightly, trying to avoid thinking about the sensation on my skin.

        She laid her head back down on my chest, defeated. I knew she was thinking about something. In her mind, she always over thought, rethought, and continuously questioned everything she did. I wasn't sure waht was going on through her mind but I felt this instinct to -- ease her thoughts. I hadn't even really felt anything like that before, and it made my chest have a funny pinching feeling, like my heart was in a choke hold.

        I managed to stroke her hair gently with my hand that was under her head. She sunk into my side more willingly, relaxing under my touch. I continued to think about the way her body fits against my side effortlessly. Her fingers trail over my stomach slowly, creating small patterns that were meaningless. She seemed concentrated on whatever she was thinking about -- and I fell silent, praying that my stomach wouldn't shiver under her hand. That seemed to happen a lot between the two of us -- and I wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean.        

        "What now?" She asked softly, voice coming out in a small whisper. She was confused, and I felt relived that I wasn't the only one. This was different -- completely new territory that I've never dealt with before. What the hell was I supposed to say? You smell amazing? I like the way your skin feels on mine? What am I, a God damned girl?

        "I don't know," I muttered softly, letting out my breath. I stared at the top of her shiny brown head, thinking intently. What the fuck did this even mean? Anything?

        We both let the silence fall over us again, allowing us to rack our entire brains for explanations that we did not have what-so-ever.