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

Chapter 63: I'm Sorry

        I was expecting Alex to speak, to say something snide and rude. Instead, he turned on his heel and continued to walk through the bus. I growled loudly, glaring at him while sllwoingt he door to shut behind me. I glanced to the driver's seat, seeing that no one else was here. We were on this bus, completely alone. Oh, he was in for hell.

        "Your maturity level asmazes me, Alex," I rolled my eyes, walking into the bus. It was the first time I'd seen it. It was pretty big. They had a front room and a small kitchen. THe halway led to the bunks, a small closet, and a bathroom. I was sure there wa sa lounce in the back. There were Red Bull cans all over the floor, the counter and furniture. 

        "I'm sorry I can't please you, princess," Alex appeared in the hallway, pulling his shirt off over his head. He was changing, like I wasn't even here. I tried my hardest to keep my eyes off his chest. His comment was snappy, and his voice irritated. It's good to know that we're on the same page.

        "You're a real asshole, you know that, right?" I said through my teeth, my hands in fists at my side. My clothes were sticking tyo my body, even in the cool air conditioning of the bus. I wasn't sure how that worked without the driver here, but it was running.

        "Oh, thanks for the info," he rolled his eyes at me, unzipping his skinny jeans. His pants fell tot he floor and he kicked them away from his body. My mind flashed to images of our last night together, and it was just adding fuel to the fire.

        "Damn, Alex. Can't you wait to get changed?" I grunted at him, letting out an annoyed breath. He rolled his eyes at me again, ignoring me while pulling on a pair of basketball shorts.

        "No, I can't," he taunted me, eyes blazing. He moved back further into the hallway. He must have had clothes on his bed. I moved forward, fuming because he was ignoring me, yet again. I was at the edge of the hallway, watching him in the dim light as he pulled a Glamour Kills t-shirt over his head.

        "Will you stop acting like a child and talk to me?" I complained, voice raising in the small space. He looked at me, face turning red. The veins were now visible in his neck, and he was glowering at me.

        "A child? You're the god damned child, Stella!" He accused me, pointing his finger at me. He knew that I hated when he did that. I'm not sure why, but it really made me feel like he was speaking down to me. He was doing it to piss me off.

        "How am I the child? You're the one who was pissed about Adam!" I pushed his finger out of my face, voice even louder. I was sure people could hear us if they were walking by. I hoped that no one dared to see if we were okay, because they would get hell from me at this point.

        "You're the child because you can't appreciate anything," He stepped closer, and now we were in each other's faces. I could count the freckles on his face. He looked down at me, expression furious.

        "You're the stupidest person I have ever met in my entire fucking life!" I threw my hands in the air, completely taken back by his statement. How dare he say that! I couldn't tell you how excited I got when he called me, how happy I was for days after that. I tried not to think of how long it would take him to call, but the fact that he eventuall would was good enough. I tried so hard to appreciate what I got. "You don't even know what you're taking about!"

        "Yeah, I"m just a fucking moron," he yeled back, hitting his forehead with the palm of his hands sarcastically. He was trying to be smart, to be a pain in the ass. "I don't know how selfish you could be until the last time we spoke."

        "Excuse me?" I screeched, looking at him in disbelief. Selfish? What the hell did I do but ask for a few more phone calls? "You're a self-centered ass hole! I can't believe you're trying to blame me for you being a shitty boyfriend!"