Break Out
Chapter Three
Everything I was currently surrounded by terrified me, and I could blame that entirely on Jack. Jack the asshole, Jack the fuckwad, Jack the thirteen year old kid trapped in a grown man's body.
After a very long car ride on Zack and Matt's laps, I was now standing in the middle of a store that I was fairly certain was only designed for strippers. Very few things could make me sweat but this, this was turning my body into a slip and slide. Not that I would ever admit that.
"Blake, you do realize that you aren't actually being kidnapped right? You can leave whenever you want." Rian looked at me with his blinding smile and I raised my eyebrows at him. In seconds there were arms wrapped around my waist and heavy, excited breathing right beside my ear.
"Shut up, she can't leave yet!" Jack squeezed me tighter as he spoke and Rian looked at me apologetically a little before shrugging. I shook my head at him.
"That's it? You're not going to assure me I can leave anyway?" I asked incredibly and Matt laughed from a few feet away, where he had one hand on something that made me blush.
"What's the point of that? It's not like you'd actually be able to get away from Jack," he smirked and I glared at him, unsuccessfully trying to get the skunk-haired kid's arms to release from around me. After a moment I gave up and slouched.
"Whatever, I get it. Get your hands off me Jack," I spat and he held on a moment longer to make sure I wouldn't run before slowly letting go.
"We have to get you a totally fab outfit if you're going to party with us cuz we're sexy," Jack explained and took my hand, against my protests, to drag me down the aisle. I rolled my eyes and scoffed but stopped resisting, resolving that it'd go faster if I did. In minutes, Jack was ushering me to the changing room with a pile of clothes that felt much too light. Only when the door was closed did I look down at the material in my hands, sighing in relief that Jack hadn't tried coming in with me. That relief lasted exactly no time at all when I found what Jack was forcing me to wear.
"There is no way in hell, Barakat!" I shouted and then yipped in surprise when the door opened and he popped his head in.
"Don't make me come in there," he threatened with an evil smirk and I grunted in frustration. I shoved his face out of the way of the door with my palm and forced it shut.
I ripped my comfortable clothes off and pulled on the ridiculous outfit, groaning when I looked in the mirror. Before I could change my mind, I walked out and slammed by other clothes into Jack's chest, rolling my eyes as he looked at me with a satisfied grin.
"God dammit, I am good," he marveled and I huffed, crossing my arms over my overly exposed chest in a lame attempt to cover myself up.
"The rest of the guys are paying," he chuckled before continuing, "I can't wait to see how they react to this."
"Shut up, I look fucking stupid," I whined, releasing my long hair out of it's messy bun and running my hands through it. Jack shook his head and looked at me devilishly.
"No, Blake, you look fucking hot," he said and laughed when I flicked him off. We made our way to the front of the store, me noticing Jack checking my ass out as I walked ahead of him, therefore leading me to have a fit and force him to walk in front of me.
"Don't pretend like you aren't just doing this so you can check me out instead," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. I ignored his comment and he smiled before turning back around.
Zack, Rian, and Matt were all waiting at the door and when we came into view, no one said a word. After a few moments Matt started laughing and Zack shook his head.
"Blake..." Zack trailed off before he could say anything and I put my head back in disguised embarassment.
"Yeah, whatever. Call me slut, now can we get out of here?"
I led the way out of the doors and as I did so, I caught Matt fist bumping Jack with a smirk. They caught me watching them and Matt shrugged without shame.
"'Bout time this kid actually came up with a good idea," he said and I felt my eyes widen as I looked from him to the rest of the boys, who were watching me with various forms of the same expression.
"I hate you all," I muttered, spinning on my heel and marching to the car. I was too far from Alex's house to walk, even if I actually had any idea of where I was (which I didn't).
Once the rest of the guys piled in, and Rian started up the van again, Jack turned around to look at me.
"I texted Alex, he and Lisa are going to meet us there," he told me excitedly and I stared at him silently for a moment before my curiousity got the best of me.
"Meet us where, Jack?" I asked reluctantly and he turned around to buckle up.
"I can't tell you that! It'd ruin the surprise!" he exclaimed and I sighed, just happy to be sitting in an actual seat instead of Matt and Zack's laps like before. I still had no clue what Lisa's problem was but I was fully planning on avoiding her, for the rest of my life if possible.
Soon, we were pulling up to the shadiest looking place I had ever seen in my life and I turned to Zack with both eyebrows raised.
"This? This is where we're going?" I asked and he nodded with a smile.
"Well that explains this outfit, I'll fit right in," I muttered and Rian winked at me. We all climbed out and as we walked to the door of the shithole/bar/club or whatever it was supposed to be, I looked at Matt.
"Don't we have to be in the studio early tomorrow? How is any part of this smart?" I asked with serious attitude and he looked at me blankly for a moment before answering.
"Blake, there is something that you are going to learn very quickly about us; nothing we ever do can be considered smart," he replied. Without another word, he opened the door and waved me through, which I begrudgingly did. The smell of alcohol, smoke, and sweat hit me like a tractortrailer and I crinkled my nose in disgust.
"I can't believe this is where you guys party," I commented bitterly as Jack led us to a shitty table in the back.
"Why?" he asked interestedly and I gave him a look.
"Because you all act like you're the biggest and baddest rockstars around and this place sucks ass." I told him and he chuckled.
"We act like it because we are, my dear, and this is the place to be, believe me. This is where the magic happens."
Before I could respond, someone from right behind me let out an obnoxious whistle and I spun around, finding Alex with one arm around Lisa and both eyes on my outfit.
"Well, hot damn. It looks like Jack actually knows what he's doing every once in a while," he smirked and Jack smiled at him proudly.
"I try, man, I try."
I looked between the two of them in disgust before shaking my head.
"I need a drink."
As I was strutting away, my skin tight leather pants probaly giving the world a nice view of a whole lot, Jack called my name. I paused and glanced back at him, trying to hear him over the pounding music.
"Get me one too!"
I rolled my eyes and resumed making my way to the bar. The chances of that happening was zero. Once I reached the bar, I squeezed my way up to the front and rested my elbows on the counter.The bartender was muscley and tall with a very attractive face and he leaned in to speak to me over the noise.
"What can I get ya?" He asked with a crooked grin. I thought for a moment before sighing.
"I don't care. Something that doesn't taste like piss," I said tiredly and he laughed, nodding.
"Coming right up."
I watched as he began grabbing bottles from around the counter and mixing my drink, content that no one was bothering me. It didn't last long though, in seconds a familiar bitch appeared beside me.
"Stay the hell away from Alex," she said and I looked at her in surprise. She had her face and eyes straight forward but her expression was twisted bitterly and I laughed without humor.
"Well, aren't you just charming? I can really see why Alex likes you," I replied sarcastically and Lisa finally turned to look at me, her eyes full of hate.
"I'm serious. He's mine; always has been, always will be. If you think you can come between us, you've got something else coming to you," she answered, her nose crunched like she was smelling shit. I shook my head and ran a hand through my unkept hair.
"If you think I'm even remotely interested him then you're stupid." I replied with a harsh smile, which showed my white teeth, and she scoffed.
"Well as far as I can tell, you're the one dressed like a whore so...." she said with pure nastiness and I turned away as the bartender gave me my drink and I paid him.
"What I choose to wear doesn't concern you. Now leave me the fuck alone before I do something I won't regret," I snarked and she rolled her eyes. She walked away with her nose in the air and I sighed heavily shaking my head in annoyance. The bartender caught my reaction and chuckled knowingly.
"You're Blake, right? Blake Lanely?" he asked knowingly and I nodded, looking at him with growing interest.
"I'm not weird, I just listen to a lot of the bands you've worked with. You're kind of a legend," he said and I raised my eyebrows, raising the drink to my lips before muttering and a soft "huh". He watched me for a moment, ignoring the sleazy looking guy who kept calling him and waving his money in the air.
"So, what're you in town for? Don't you like, live in Boston or something?" he asked and I nodded, glancing over my shoulder at the rowdy group who was back at the table. Lisa was hanging off of Alex and shooting me daggers.
"Yeah, I'm working with the guys of All Time Low at the moment." I replied with obvious disdain, looking back into the young guy's brown eyes. He looked amused and he looked at me curiously.
"Why don't you sound even slightly happy about that?" he asked and I shrugged.
"If you need to ask then either you don't know them or you're an idiot," I told him easily and he laughed again.
"I'm Tyler," he said. He held his hand out to me and I watched him through narrowed eyes.
"And I completely understand why working with All Time Low is leading you to drink," he added with a smile and I nodded in satisfaction. I gave him my hand, finding that his large one made mine seem tiny.
"In that case, Tyler, I think we'll get along just fine."
Blake's Outfit
After a very long car ride on Zack and Matt's laps, I was now standing in the middle of a store that I was fairly certain was only designed for strippers. Very few things could make me sweat but this, this was turning my body into a slip and slide. Not that I would ever admit that.
"Blake, you do realize that you aren't actually being kidnapped right? You can leave whenever you want." Rian looked at me with his blinding smile and I raised my eyebrows at him. In seconds there were arms wrapped around my waist and heavy, excited breathing right beside my ear.
"Shut up, she can't leave yet!" Jack squeezed me tighter as he spoke and Rian looked at me apologetically a little before shrugging. I shook my head at him.
"That's it? You're not going to assure me I can leave anyway?" I asked incredibly and Matt laughed from a few feet away, where he had one hand on something that made me blush.
"What's the point of that? It's not like you'd actually be able to get away from Jack," he smirked and I glared at him, unsuccessfully trying to get the skunk-haired kid's arms to release from around me. After a moment I gave up and slouched.
"Whatever, I get it. Get your hands off me Jack," I spat and he held on a moment longer to make sure I wouldn't run before slowly letting go.
"We have to get you a totally fab outfit if you're going to party with us cuz we're sexy," Jack explained and took my hand, against my protests, to drag me down the aisle. I rolled my eyes and scoffed but stopped resisting, resolving that it'd go faster if I did. In minutes, Jack was ushering me to the changing room with a pile of clothes that felt much too light. Only when the door was closed did I look down at the material in my hands, sighing in relief that Jack hadn't tried coming in with me. That relief lasted exactly no time at all when I found what Jack was forcing me to wear.
"There is no way in hell, Barakat!" I shouted and then yipped in surprise when the door opened and he popped his head in.
"Don't make me come in there," he threatened with an evil smirk and I grunted in frustration. I shoved his face out of the way of the door with my palm and forced it shut.
I ripped my comfortable clothes off and pulled on the ridiculous outfit, groaning when I looked in the mirror. Before I could change my mind, I walked out and slammed by other clothes into Jack's chest, rolling my eyes as he looked at me with a satisfied grin.
"God dammit, I am good," he marveled and I huffed, crossing my arms over my overly exposed chest in a lame attempt to cover myself up.
"The rest of the guys are paying," he chuckled before continuing, "I can't wait to see how they react to this."
"Shut up, I look fucking stupid," I whined, releasing my long hair out of it's messy bun and running my hands through it. Jack shook his head and looked at me devilishly.
"No, Blake, you look fucking hot," he said and laughed when I flicked him off. We made our way to the front of the store, me noticing Jack checking my ass out as I walked ahead of him, therefore leading me to have a fit and force him to walk in front of me.
"Don't pretend like you aren't just doing this so you can check me out instead," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. I ignored his comment and he smiled before turning back around.
Zack, Rian, and Matt were all waiting at the door and when we came into view, no one said a word. After a few moments Matt started laughing and Zack shook his head.
"Blake..." Zack trailed off before he could say anything and I put my head back in disguised embarassment.
"Yeah, whatever. Call me slut, now can we get out of here?"
I led the way out of the doors and as I did so, I caught Matt fist bumping Jack with a smirk. They caught me watching them and Matt shrugged without shame.
"'Bout time this kid actually came up with a good idea," he said and I felt my eyes widen as I looked from him to the rest of the boys, who were watching me with various forms of the same expression.
"I hate you all," I muttered, spinning on my heel and marching to the car. I was too far from Alex's house to walk, even if I actually had any idea of where I was (which I didn't).
Once the rest of the guys piled in, and Rian started up the van again, Jack turned around to look at me.
"I texted Alex, he and Lisa are going to meet us there," he told me excitedly and I stared at him silently for a moment before my curiousity got the best of me.
"Meet us where, Jack?" I asked reluctantly and he turned around to buckle up.
"I can't tell you that! It'd ruin the surprise!" he exclaimed and I sighed, just happy to be sitting in an actual seat instead of Matt and Zack's laps like before. I still had no clue what Lisa's problem was but I was fully planning on avoiding her, for the rest of my life if possible.
Soon, we were pulling up to the shadiest looking place I had ever seen in my life and I turned to Zack with both eyebrows raised.
"This? This is where we're going?" I asked and he nodded with a smile.
"Well that explains this outfit, I'll fit right in," I muttered and Rian winked at me. We all climbed out and as we walked to the door of the shithole/bar/club or whatever it was supposed to be, I looked at Matt.
"Don't we have to be in the studio early tomorrow? How is any part of this smart?" I asked with serious attitude and he looked at me blankly for a moment before answering.
"Blake, there is something that you are going to learn very quickly about us; nothing we ever do can be considered smart," he replied. Without another word, he opened the door and waved me through, which I begrudgingly did. The smell of alcohol, smoke, and sweat hit me like a tractortrailer and I crinkled my nose in disgust.
"I can't believe this is where you guys party," I commented bitterly as Jack led us to a shitty table in the back.
"Why?" he asked interestedly and I gave him a look.
"Because you all act like you're the biggest and baddest rockstars around and this place sucks ass." I told him and he chuckled.
"We act like it because we are, my dear, and this is the place to be, believe me. This is where the magic happens."
Before I could respond, someone from right behind me let out an obnoxious whistle and I spun around, finding Alex with one arm around Lisa and both eyes on my outfit.
"Well, hot damn. It looks like Jack actually knows what he's doing every once in a while," he smirked and Jack smiled at him proudly.
"I try, man, I try."
I looked between the two of them in disgust before shaking my head.
"I need a drink."
As I was strutting away, my skin tight leather pants probaly giving the world a nice view of a whole lot, Jack called my name. I paused and glanced back at him, trying to hear him over the pounding music.
"Get me one too!"
I rolled my eyes and resumed making my way to the bar. The chances of that happening was zero. Once I reached the bar, I squeezed my way up to the front and rested my elbows on the counter.The bartender was muscley and tall with a very attractive face and he leaned in to speak to me over the noise.
"What can I get ya?" He asked with a crooked grin. I thought for a moment before sighing.
"I don't care. Something that doesn't taste like piss," I said tiredly and he laughed, nodding.
"Coming right up."
I watched as he began grabbing bottles from around the counter and mixing my drink, content that no one was bothering me. It didn't last long though, in seconds a familiar bitch appeared beside me.
"Stay the hell away from Alex," she said and I looked at her in surprise. She had her face and eyes straight forward but her expression was twisted bitterly and I laughed without humor.
"Well, aren't you just charming? I can really see why Alex likes you," I replied sarcastically and Lisa finally turned to look at me, her eyes full of hate.
"I'm serious. He's mine; always has been, always will be. If you think you can come between us, you've got something else coming to you," she answered, her nose crunched like she was smelling shit. I shook my head and ran a hand through my unkept hair.
"If you think I'm even remotely interested him then you're stupid." I replied with a harsh smile, which showed my white teeth, and she scoffed.
"Well as far as I can tell, you're the one dressed like a whore so...." she said with pure nastiness and I turned away as the bartender gave me my drink and I paid him.
"What I choose to wear doesn't concern you. Now leave me the fuck alone before I do something I won't regret," I snarked and she rolled her eyes. She walked away with her nose in the air and I sighed heavily shaking my head in annoyance. The bartender caught my reaction and chuckled knowingly.
"You're Blake, right? Blake Lanely?" he asked knowingly and I nodded, looking at him with growing interest.
"I'm not weird, I just listen to a lot of the bands you've worked with. You're kind of a legend," he said and I raised my eyebrows, raising the drink to my lips before muttering and a soft "huh". He watched me for a moment, ignoring the sleazy looking guy who kept calling him and waving his money in the air.
"So, what're you in town for? Don't you like, live in Boston or something?" he asked and I nodded, glancing over my shoulder at the rowdy group who was back at the table. Lisa was hanging off of Alex and shooting me daggers.
"Yeah, I'm working with the guys of All Time Low at the moment." I replied with obvious disdain, looking back into the young guy's brown eyes. He looked amused and he looked at me curiously.
"Why don't you sound even slightly happy about that?" he asked and I shrugged.
"If you need to ask then either you don't know them or you're an idiot," I told him easily and he laughed again.
"I'm Tyler," he said. He held his hand out to me and I watched him through narrowed eyes.
"And I completely understand why working with All Time Low is leading you to drink," he added with a smile and I nodded in satisfaction. I gave him my hand, finding that his large one made mine seem tiny.
"In that case, Tyler, I think we'll get along just fine."
Blake's Outfit
Notes
i hope it was even slightly worth the wait. maybe if i decide not to suck and you guys give me some feedback, i will manage to update BEFORE another three months pass again. yeah. sorry about that... thanks for reading and commenting though! :)stay sexayy
-Rachael
4/21/13