Alex Gaskarth Must Die

I sat in my room as they all texted Alex, telling him the details of their dates. Meredith’s date was at 6:30, Ciara’s was at 8:30, and Bridget’s was at 10:30. That didn’t give them much time, but it would be enough to make Alex feel like shit about himself. And for all he knew, he was getting lucky three times that night.

--

It was Friday, finally. We all met in the art studio, to which Ciara had special access.

“Okay, are you guys ready for tonight?” I asked.

“So ready!” Meredith beamed.

“Oh, he is going down!” Bridget smiled evilly.

“Wait, what if it doesn’t work?” Ciara asked.

“Then we’ll think of something else. Alex needs to learn his lesson.” Bridget told her.

“You’re right. He’s a shithead.” Ciara nodded.

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Meredith’s Perspective

It was 6 PM. I was getting ready for my date with Alex at my house, but Bridget, Ciara, and Rhiannon were there with me. I’d just showered and I was letting my auburn hair air-dry while putting on my outfit. I’d picked out a flowing sundress with flowers on it and gladiator sandals.

Bridget agreed to do my makeup, and she did smokey eyeshadow on me with mascara to accent my naturally long lashes.

At 6:30, we heard a honk outside the window and Alex was there, leaning against his silver Audi.

“Good luck,” Rhiannon said and the other girls hugged me.

I walked out to him.

“You look beautiful.” He smirked.

We got into his car and he started driving.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” He smiled.

We ended up at this big field way outside of town.

“What are we doing here?” I asked.

He wordlessly went to the trunk of his car and removed a telescope, setting it up on a tripod.

“Oh my God!” I squealed. I couldn’t help myself.

“I thought you’d say that.” He motioned to me to come look.

“That’s the big dipper,” he said, clearly impressed with himself.

“No it’s not, that’s the Little Dipper,” I said.

“Huh?” He asked. He pushed me out of the way to look for himself. “You’re right.” He nodded.

That’s how we spent the next ten minutes or so. He’d point out something on the telescope and I’d tell him it was wrong. Which wasn’t hard, considering it was always wrong. For someone who stayed up until 3 AM Googling space stuff, he knew very little.

He was clearly losing confidence, when he finally said, “Alright, let’s just talk.” He tried to play it cool, but I could tell he was both angry and embarrassed.

“So you know that philosopher, Descartes, he said the only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing, and I think--” I cut him off.

“First of all, it’s pronounced day-cart. Second of all, Socrates said that. And you should really take his advice.” I scoffed.

“What do you want from me? I’ve been watching Jeopardy and Googling pointless shit every day just to keep up with you. You think I’m doing this because I actually give a shit about ancient philosophers, or whatever it is you wanna talk about. I don’t! It’s all for you,” he yelled.

“This date’s over, Gaskarth,” I seethed. I hated being yelled at.

“Good. I’ll take you home,” he snapped.

He put away the telescope and got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door after him so hard that the whole car shook.

As much as I was shaken up, I felt accomplished. Phase one, complete.

Notes

Title Credit: Daydreamer - Adele

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