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Alex Gaskarth Must Die

I Told You So

Ciara’s Perspective

It was 8 PM. Bridget, Rhiannon, and I had relocated to my house so I could get ready, and Alex wouldn’t suspect that we’d found out about his little arrangement. It would certainly draw attention if I, a vegan music connoisseur, got picked up at Meredith Collins’s house. She was, after all, an over-achieving, snotty prep. Or so I had thought before Alex had unintentionally brought us together.

Did I mention that he thought he was a genius for dating three different girls in three different cliques? Nice try, Gaskarth.

Alex picked me up at 8:30 sharp. Well, the boy was 2 for 3.

“You look amazing.” he smirked.

“Thanks.” I smiled, knowing he’d said something similar to Meredith only two hours ago.

--

We ended up going to his house. He took me into his room, but we didn’t do anything. That was for Bridget to do, and I’d imagine Alex’s pathetic dick could only handle so much in one night.

We were lying on his bed, his arm around me and my head in his chest.

“So, have you written any new songs lately?” I asked casually.

“Yeah, actually. Would you like to hear?” He asked.

“Yeah!” I nodded.

“Awesome. I wanted to play it at band practice, but I’m not sure about it,” he explained, getting his acoustic guitar out. “So this is called Coffeeshop Soundtrack,” he told me.

He played a little guitar intro and began to sing:

Should I write myself
out of the history books
to mark a place in time
for every chance you took.

Don’t get me wrong, I know
you’ve got your life in place
I’m sure I’ll get the picture
And stop waiting up.”

“That’s kind of all I have so far. What did you think?” He asked.

“I hated it,” I said, which was a lie.

“What?” He asked, clearly shocked. Guess he wasn’t used to people telling him he sucked.

“I mean, if you’re a twelve year old girl, it’s impressive, but--” I said, shrugging.

“What the fuck?” He asked.

“Sorry, Alex,” I said, faking sincerity.

“Do you even know what that was about?” He asked.

“It’s about Lisa, right?”

“Um, yeah?” He said, as if I were the dumbest person on the planet.

”Well, if I were her, I wouldn’t want such a shitty song written about me.” It was all lies, but I had to wind him up if things were going to go well.

“Get out,” he said through his teeth.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“You heard me. Get out. I don’t need you,” he snapped, pushing me out the door.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I screamed.

“Then get out of my room, out of my house, and OUT OF MY LIFE!” He screamed. Wow, PMS much?

“Does this mean we’re breaking up?” I asked, shocked.

Maybe I was faking it, but somewhere deep inside of me, I was actually surprised he was ending it with me. Then again, no one ripped on Alex’s songs without paying for it dearly. And I was a little bit horrified, because it wasn’t supposed to go like this. He was supposed to put up with this until he absolutely couldn’t take anymore. Maybe I’d gone too far, but hadn’t he? Wasn’t that what he loved to do? See how far he could push people to bend to his will?

He just glared at me and gestured towards the end of the hall.

“I’ll see you Monday, bitch!” He called after me. I just flipped him off.

--

Bridget’s Perspective

Finally, it was 10:00 and it was my turn. Rhiannon had gone to pick up Ciara from Alex’s since he refused to take her home. Such a gentleman. And since Rhiannon was still a nobody, it wouldn’t draw attention to our plan.

For a change of pace, Alex came over to my house, so we could fool around. Alex let himself in and came up to my room. The other girls had decided to go back to Rhiannon’s place. I didn’t know what they had planned, but it probably had something to do with a smear campaign against Alex. So basically, a typical Friday night.

“Ugh baby, I’ve been having the worst night ever,” he complained.

“Tell me all about it, babe.” I said back, running my hand up and down his chest.

“I’d rather show you.” Whatever the fuck that meant.

He pressed his warm lips against my own. He tasted of cinnamon gum. He pushed me on my back, pressing his body to me. He went for my breasts.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” I asked, moving his hand to my waist. He moaned in response.

We made out for about fifteen minutes and he went to take off my skirt.

“No,” I whispered.

“Huh?” He asked.

“Not tonight.”

“Baby girl, we’ve done it so many times.”

“I know, I just don’t want to.”

He fell back on the bed, covering his face with his hands.

“Am I wearing girl repellent or some shit?” He asked.

I knew he wasn’t just referring to our date, but his dates with Meredith and Ciara.

“No, I just don’t feel like being a hole for you to thrust your tiny junk in and out of until you jizz and then fall asleep on me,” I snapped.

“Fine. We don’t have to fuck. And I don’t have to eat you out. Ever again.” He got up and stormed out.

Once I heard the front door slam and his car speed down the street, I got my stuff together to head back over to Rhiannon’s

Notes

Title Credit: Told You So - Cassadee Pope

Thanks to aweirdkindofyellow for commenting!!!

Comments

At least he's still taking her home

@aweirdkindofyellow
Omg that’s amazing, thank you!

I know what's going to happen but at the same time I'm sitting on the edge of my chair, waiting to see how things develop

@aweirdkindofyellow
Thank you!

@gamble with desire.
I will definitely hang around for the sequel as well!