A Little Bit Chilly
Eight
My heart was racing.
There she was, talking to that douchebag Alex kid. I hated him the moment he laid eyes on her. She was mine. She wasn't yours, Alex, she was always mine.
My fists balled. Unclenched. My chest was heaving. I had set down my drink as soon as he'd walked over to her, and watched. She didn't like him, I could see it in her eyes.
She didn't like him. She wasn't supposed to like him. She was supposed to like me. We were meant to be. We were meant to be together from the moment we met, we--
"Dude. Austin," A voice reached my ears. I was seeing red.
"Austin!" I was slammed back. This jolted from from my reverie, and I coughed from the hit.
Tyler -- our rhythm guitarist -- had his hands on my shoulders and had his head close to mine. He was staring in my eyes, examining the emotions that were flickering across their surface.
"I thought you had this under control," he muttured. "This whole anger thing of yours."
"I do," I looked down and narrowed my eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't fucking deny it, I saw how you were looking at them," Tyler grew closer, his nose touching mine. He continued: "I will beat the shit out of you if you lose it again. You remember what happened in Orlando," he threated. His eyes narrowed further than mine. I couldn't look away.
But my head raced. Alex and Nikki. Nikki and Alex. The two of them together. The idea sickened me.
"Austin!" Tyler slapped my cheeks a few times to get my attention. "Fucking listen to me!"
I blinked.
"Get control of yourself. You're lucky that I stopped you. And that I haven't divulged your little 'secret' to Nikki."
He let me go. My chest collapsed as I let loose a huge breath.
"Go back to the van," Tyler suggested. "Please. Before I have to do something to stop you."
There she was, talking to that douchebag Alex kid. I hated him the moment he laid eyes on her. She was mine. She wasn't yours, Alex, she was always mine.
My fists balled. Unclenched. My chest was heaving. I had set down my drink as soon as he'd walked over to her, and watched. She didn't like him, I could see it in her eyes.
She didn't like him. She wasn't supposed to like him. She was supposed to like me. We were meant to be. We were meant to be together from the moment we met, we--
"Dude. Austin," A voice reached my ears. I was seeing red.
"Austin!" I was slammed back. This jolted from from my reverie, and I coughed from the hit.
Tyler -- our rhythm guitarist -- had his hands on my shoulders and had his head close to mine. He was staring in my eyes, examining the emotions that were flickering across their surface.
"I thought you had this under control," he muttured. "This whole anger thing of yours."
"I do," I looked down and narrowed my eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't fucking deny it, I saw how you were looking at them," Tyler grew closer, his nose touching mine. He continued: "I will beat the shit out of you if you lose it again. You remember what happened in Orlando," he threated. His eyes narrowed further than mine. I couldn't look away.
But my head raced. Alex and Nikki. Nikki and Alex. The two of them together. The idea sickened me.
"Austin!" Tyler slapped my cheeks a few times to get my attention. "Fucking listen to me!"
I blinked.
"Get control of yourself. You're lucky that I stopped you. And that I haven't divulged your little 'secret' to Nikki."
He let me go. My chest collapsed as I let loose a huge breath.
"Go back to the van," Tyler suggested. "Please. Before I have to do something to stop you."
Notes
So writing is my absolute passion. You all know that, by now, I'm assuming...& I've started a project called "Tony the Band Guy" at http://www.tonythebandguy.tumblr.com
If you would like to know what this is, please go to the site & check it out! It's a story, basically.
Yeah, so, Austin is a lot shadier than you realized.
@Camille
Well, I hope you enjoyed it too :o
1/27/14