I woke up at what was practically the butt crack of dawn the following morning to get up and out of the Gaskarth's home. And for once, it wasn't because we were trying not to get caught. No this was because I had to get my butt home, showered and changed for the coming hours of the morning where I would have to go to the school and tryout for a spot on the spring soccer team. Which technically, I knew even before the coach confirmed, I had it in the bag. So after carefully untangling my limbs from Alex's, I tucked the blanket back over him, kissed his head and set out on my way. Captain was the title up for grabs, the star I was reaching for. I knew that it was in reach as I was going to graduate and move up to the 12th grade making me a superior senior. But what I wasn't expecting was for our senior captain, Jenna to look down on me and name me the player she wants to take her place for the next year and a half.

But that was nearly two weeks ago now and it feels like so much has changed. Majority of the seniors were gone on senior project, and those who stayed were no longer eligible to play. So things on the team were beginning to change as I slowly settled down into the leading role of captain, but even with the new title, practices only seemed harder. And nothing was stopping the sweat beading off my forehead as we all trudged into the locker room after yet another practice full of drills and conditioning. A practice that had both Andrea and I in a run for our money.

"God..." Andrea groaned as we kicked the locker room door in and lead the parade of sweaty athletes into the building, "I don't think I have ever been so happy to inhale the stench of moldy cheese and gym socks in my entire life!"

"I don't know if I can stand by that statement!" I laughed and reached down to pull the laces of me cleats loose, "but then again my legs feel so much like Jell-O I can hardly stand at all!"

"Could say that again Dawson!" Midfielder, Bridgette said as she passed, offering a high hand for an echoing high-five which I compelled to willingly with a laugh.

"Yeah I don't think I've ever felt so out of shape!" Our goalie Dani groaned as she fell into the bank of red grated lockers and slithered to the floor. The large gang of us all groaned and moaned in agreement as we shuffled about to collect our things to head home and spend yet another Friday night sleeping away the soreness and pain. Only I would have to wait a little bit longer seeing as I had to go to the tailor and assure that my prom dress fit perfectly for the end of the month which was soon to come.

We all moved in remote silence as we packed all our belongings and stripped ourselves of our practice wear. A few scattered discussions taking place around the large room as some people slid through the doors to head home. But just as I zipped by soccer bag and went to assure all my school related stuff was still secure, the locker room door swung open.

"GROOM!" Coach Sid hollered as she looked around, "Meet me in my office, now." She said and met my eyes, holding the gaze for a moment before retreating back into the hall. I bit my lip seeing as Groom was my "Co/Vice Captain" but I wasn't all that worried for her. I just rolled my eyes at the way my muscles ached as they stretched over my bones and collected my shit, loving that it wasn't I who was having to meet my co-captain by the door, but Coach wasn't mad. If she was she would have reamed her out right there in front of everyone because that was just the type of coach she was, one to make an example of those who stepped out of line. So I really had no clue what she wanted with her, but I had other things on my mind at that point in time.

"Good luck..." Andrea snickered, looking up at one Kaycee Groom and smiled as I tossed the strap of my duffle over my shoulder and too looked over at the passing brunette.

"Gee, thanks!" The girl muttered having us in snickering stitches as she trudged through the door sending Andrea's wandering eyes back over to me as I picked up my phone from the bench.

"And where are you going so soon?" She teased as I shrugged, maybe, sort of, kind of ignoring her in favor of a few numbered texts from Alex which had me singing as my eyes ran to and fro across the screen.

Alex Gaskbarf <3:
Hey baby, I know you're at practice right now but I want to talk to you about the plans for prom later tonight when you come over like I just decided you will. That is if you slay at practice like the little champion you are, love you be good! :*

Alex Gaskbarf <3:
OH, ALSO we are getting ready for the meeting and Rian texted me to remind you he is going to hitch a ride over with Zack after work so don't worry about picking him up!

Alex Gaskbarf <3:
Feeling clingy but I really do wish you were allowed to come to this meeting with us, your hands dont sweat like Jack's!! :)

I laughed a bit to myself and shook my head. Alex was such a goof but then again, he was my little lovable goof, and that was why I loved him. He was funny, charming and eloquent, sexy, attractive, intriguing, talented and... Wait where was that thought even going? "Why the blushing, Jasey?" Andrea cooed, breaking me from my already cracked daze as I lowered my phone from my face, humming ever so slightly. "Why are you blushing like a girl?"

"Oh..." I whistled as I flipped my phone shut and slid it into a pocket on my bag. "It's just Alex," I shrugged, biting my lip as I hoped it wasn't as obvious as I thought of how Alex made me feel.

"What, are you not going to text him back!?" She instantly inquired as I rolled my eyes and grabbed the bag I had just discarded my phone into. Andrea's brief smile of satisfaction fell once I tossed said bag over my shoulder as opposed to retrieving my phone. Clicking her tongue at me, Andrea shook her head, muttering, "unbelievable" which made me laugh.

"What is?"

"That you're dating like one of the most sought after guys in school and you don't even act like it, I would have been all over that..." She said, smirking. I simply rolled my eyes and waved my hand to in a way to coax her away from the topic she had placed into my hand.

"You forget that I never really sought after him..." I joked, making fun at her choice of words, "but if it makes you feel better, I will most certainly call him in the car..." Andrea grinned at me feeling satisfied as I muttered, “and not just because he asked me to.” Which earned me a fairly deserved slap the bicep.

“You are unbelievable!” She whined, all but shoving me towards the door as I giggled and fought. She was the one that was ridiculous, I swear. At some times I would bet money that Andrea is more invested in Alex and I’s relationship than the both of us combined! Always talking about the other girls that want him and the other guys – who, by the way, I have yet to see – who want me. But whenever she does I simply tell her the truth which always makes her shortly swoon before shutting up. And that truth is simply that in me and Alex’s relationship, it’s only Alex and I who matter. We could not possibly care less over who else pines for the other, all that matters is that we have one another and that means more to me than any title I gained by simply loving him. Alex makes me feel safe, like not every relationship has to end the way my parent’s had, that I won’t need to find my equivalent to what Julie is to my father, that it will always be Alex and I, like it has always been.



I know it seems feeble and blatantly dumb for me to believe that Alex and I will make it, and I have no doubt that somewhere down the line we will have slip ups, fights, and maybe even a few brakes in the mix, but I know, I can feel it in my gut when I’m even just with him, that no matter what, no matter where we go or what happens that eventually we will find our way back to one another. It’s a feeling I cannot explain and refuse to even begin to struggle and form into words because there are no combinations of letters that can properly describe how he makes me feel. It’s like when his skin brushes mine, goose bumps arise because my body simply knows the familiar feeling of his touch. Like the shock wave of electricity that is shared between us when we kiss which makes my palms sweat and my heart beat seven times faster.



“WOAH, Jasey, hello?” Andrea called with a bellowing laugh as I snapped from my frozen trance and realized I must have glazed over in thought, and for God only knows how long! I lofted my brows as I looked over at her and could only pray that I wasn’t currently the spitting image of a dear caught in the headlights. “What were you thinkin’ about?” She cooed with a cocky little grin, giving away that she could easily read me like a book as I rolled my eyes.



“Whatever.” I muttered under my breath as I adjusted the bags draping from my shoulders and shuffled off towards to door. Not missing her frilly squeal of course as she snatched her bag and scrambled after me, whining something about Alex and I which I only over looked like old news and passed out into the hall. But being the relentless human being she is, Andrea was hot on my heels as she too stumbled out into the vacant corridor. Her words being drowned out in my mind by the lingering stench from the boy’s locker room of course as well as the click of a door handle, a squeaky click to be specific, and one I knew well.



“DAWSON!”



Crap!



“Yeah, Coach?” I smiled as I swiftly swiveled on my heels to look the elder woman in the eyes as I was always instructed to do. The graying woman said not another word as she drummed her fingers around the aluminum handle of her office door and nudged her head towards the entrance, so much for getting out of here on time! I wasn’t quite sure what she wanted with me, but by the shadow being casted on the one beige wall I could see past the doorway, Groom was still in there and no doubt being held practically hostage till I joined her which meant there was no wiggling my way out of this one. I sent Andrea a smile and a shrug and took the few quick strides away from the exit and towards the office.



I was far from certain on what exactly she wanted from me, but with her there was no arguing, you do as you are told and that is how champions are molded from mediocre athletes, at least in Coach’s eyes that is. I took a seat in the open chair beside my co-captain without as much as a glance as Coach was quick to follow, shutting the door behind us and standing by her desk in a matter of seconds, obviously not looking to waist a moment of her time which was more than fine by me seeing I too had places to be and, well people to call. “Any idea as to why I called you in here?” She asks as she runs her hands across the uneven mounds of paper which clutter her chest. I know I should have been looking into her stern, tired eyes but I couldn't take my own off her hands, which are oddly wrinkled for a woman her age. “None?” She presses and removes her hands from the papers bringing my eyes to lock on hers. But I give her no verbal response, I only blink a few scattered times.



“It’s about the roaster.” Groom mumbled from the side.



Coach lets out a sigh as she sits down in the black beaten leather that is her chair. “Well Dawson,” She breaths, “I’m sure it is of no shock to you to hear that half of our first string is now unavailable.”



“No Coach,” I answer halfheartedly, rather down just thinking of the matter. “I am very aware of the situation, but I don’t think it’s an issue that must be discussed now seeing that I have to-” Shit. My eyes instantly widen as I shut my mouth, realizing what I had just done by abandoning the thin line we all walk. And Coach noticed too by the way her eyebrows lifted to deepen the already present crevices on her forehead.



“Have to what, Dawson?” She challenges as I bite my lip, only daring to glance at Groom to see her shocked face.



“I have to drive to town for an appointment.” I mumble, looking up at Coach sheepishly as she again, raises her eyebrows for a more developed answer. Taking a deep breath, I breathe out, “a dress fitting, appointment, for my prom dress.” Making coach laugh.



“Dawson, I made my rules clear in the beginning of the season, I don’t believe in high-school relationships, but there is nothing I can do to stop you from wasting your free time aside from setting boundaries…” I had to fight my eyes from narrowing at her words. We all knew Coach’s marriage sunk ship a few years ago and ever since then has hated any form of affection, but what did she know about my relationship to say it was a waste. “And those boundaries mean that during my time, you’re mine, you aren’t Jim-Bob or Luke or Matt, or whoever’s girlfriend, you are my athlete and this team comes first, understand?”



I bit my tongue at first as I dug my nails into the worn wooden arm rests of the uncomfortable chair I sat in before I couldn’t take it anymore. I spat “Alex” like it was poison on my tongue causing the coach to fall silent.



“What?”



“My boyfriend’s name is Alex, and it’s not a waste of time, what is a waste is sitting here arguing with me over absolutely nothing when I could have already been on my way, so can you just get on with what you felt was so important you had to drag me in here to talk about, please?” I finished with a long ass breath as if every thought that had been bubbling up inside me seemed to flow through in that one stringy sentence, and it was all out. The exhale only leaving me to curl into myself in the seat. But Coach didn’t seem to care, she too let out a heavy breath as she shook her head.



“Well on that note, what was needed to be said is simply that now that half our roster is barren, more and more sophomores and freshmen will have to be pulled up off of JV to fill slots, and it is on your hands to watch the newbies and see who should be played and who should set up shop on the bench, because we will need to play a handful of them, do I make myself clear?” she asked at the end of her rant.



“Yes Coach.” Groom and I both simultaneously responded before slyly smiling to one another from the edges of our eyes.



“Well alright then, Dawson, get on your way to your boyfriend Alec-“



“Alex…” I instantly corrected on reflex as I quickly got to my feet, but not before catching Coach’s glare.



“Dawson,” She said slowly, “I don’t care, just get going!” and without another bitten word, I was gone. Scrambling to collect my bags and storm for the beaten door, phone already being pulled from my bag to rest in my hand before I was even out into the hall. I could have cared less about what she was talking about even though in the sum of things I probably should have seeing throwing a fit was one of the single worst ways to kick off my year of captainship. But at the moment I couldn’t care to be bothered as I flipped open my phone, already searching for Alex’s contacts as I re-adjusted my bag on my back, my other hanging from my shoulder. I was just simply hoping they weren’t already in the meeting because even though I had wished Rian my best of luck this morning, I hadn’t had the chance to do the same for Lex, and this was a big deal. This meeting would practically decide if All Time Low would go on to bigger and better things or skid short and stop at being nothing more than a pass time. The dial tone kicked in as did my anxieties making me cringe as it wasn’t even my future or my band. It was just that I wanted this for them more than anything, this was their dream and I could not even begin to contemplate what kind of unworldly shit that would go down if this did not go as planned.



“HEY!” Alex’s voice rang through the soft speaker of my phone, snapping me from my daze as I squinted under the school’s harsh florescent light and continued down the hall. “How was practice?” He asked, unknowingly setting me into a yet again foul mood.



I shrugged, “It was okay I guess.” Was my only real response as I took one deep breath and set my focus on getting down the remainder of the hall and out into the student parking lot.



“Whoa,” Alex laughed as I kicked to back door of the school building open, swaying slightly at the uneven weight that my bags dragged. “What’s up with you?”



I scoffed slightly under my breath as I rolled my eyes. “Rough practice I guess you could say.” I bitterly laughed, not really mood to discuss the past hour of my life to in which I had my ass kicked. But despite my blatant distaste for the subject, Alex found my annoyance quite amusing as he continued to laugh, even going as far as to muse as he made another comment.



The slightly older boy saying, “Aw, does Jasey want to cuddle?” with a chuckle, and aside from the fact I had my money on his words being nothing but playful, a wave of warmth washed over me. Oh how he only could imagine how great it would actually feel for me to be in his arms right now, off my feet and cuddled on a couch, a true dream come true.



My eyes snapped open as my sneakers scraped against concrete and I shot back to reality. But even with my mind on trying to find Rian’s car which I had swiped from him for the day, I could still feel my mental warmth hovering around me. “Actually, yes!” I whined, letting out a sigh. “God, would I love to cuddle right now, are you done with your meeting?”



“No, we just got to the office actually, sorry babe.” He apologized and I simply shrugged, beside the fact he couldn’t quite literally see me. I knew I was going out on a limb with the question, but hey, it was worth a shot “But I promise you we can later.”



“Pinky promise?” I smiled, biting my lip only for the crumpled grin to turn into a full one at the sight of the car and my padded walk to turn into a jog. I could here Alex’s laughter and a scuffle on the other end of the line which seemed to line up with my scattered noises as I tossed my shit into the back seat of the car and slammed the door shut to get to the driver’s seat.



“Pinky promise,” He cooed before falling rather silent. The rather detail playing in that I could hear him mumbling to Jack as they must have been entering the building and lowering their voices. I wasn’t too sure if I was just supposed to wish him luck and get off the line or if there was something else he had wanted to say seeing as his text messages would have lead me to believe the latter option. It wasn’t like I minded the fact that that he was preoccupied, it actually gave me the chance to wedge the phone between my shoulder and ear as I climbed into the car and started it up, nearly making it to the exit of the parking lot before Alex’s voice rang through clear again. “Babe?” Alex sang.



“Yeah I’m still here, what’s up?” I asked as I flicked on the directional with all intentions to head towards the center of town.



“Nothing, I was just wondering if instead of staying in if you wanted to maybe go out and do something for once?” his voice echoed in the foreground of the call as the static mixed with mumbled slurs and the sound of numerous footsteps in a hollow stairwell. Taking the question into consideration, I did my best pointless shrug and took my turn onto the main road.



“I don’t really care to be honest!” I laughed, “Why, do you have an idea in mind?”



“Not really- oh uh thanks.” Alex whispered near the end and I could only imagine someone holding a door open for him. “I just think that since we’ve been dating I haven’t gotten the chance to take you out on a proper date, and I know all this crazy shit went don’t but I think we both kind of deserve a nice night out…”



“Aw, Alex that’s so cute!” I cooed as he let out a huff and I could hear my brother talking in the background, they were in the office building that the meeting would be held in no doubt. “I’m down for whatever you want to do, a night out may actually be nice, just the two of us, right?”



“Of course!” he laughed as I did too, coming up to an intersection, nearing the center. “But I’d want to take you somewhere nice, not like a movie or anything so I may have to mow it over for a bit, but that can be done whilst we cuddle!” I could practically here the smile in his tone despite the fact his voice was nearing a whisper because of the other people that were probably around.



“Well okay, but I don’t want you spending money on me so I don’t know how you plan to go about that!” I laughed, shifting my hand to the bottom of the steering wheel as I took a slow turn and carried on my way whilst on the phone. Alex let out this throaty little whine as I shook my head. “Babe, you know how I feel about people spending money on me in general, just because we’re dating doesn’t mean you are an exception!”



“Yes it does!” Alex laughed rather loudly as I giggled, picturing fancy office workers giving him slanted looks from where he sat. “I’m your boyfriend, paying for a dinner is like one of the only things guys are always expected to do for their girlfriends!”



I rolled my eyes before quickly returning them to the road where they belong. “Well, all I expect from you is hugs, kisses, and cuddles, no dinners or gifts.” I listed with a little laugh.



“Yeah, well if you refuse a dinner I will refuse kisses!” He challenged, yet again lowering his tone. Not quite sure be it for his setting or just to hear the small shocked gasp that I let out.



“You wouldn’t dare!”



“Oh, but I would…” He challenged with an evil slur in his tone making my eyes widen as my mind was nearly driven away from the fact that I was fucking driving! But if he could play dirty, so could I, the fact that I was driving led me to remember where it was I was heading.



“Well then what are you going to do about prom?” I giggled. “Are you just not going to kiss me the entire time?” I teased, hearing the way he was stuttering with a few forming thoughts on the tip of his tongue as I spoke, his voice in the background of my own. “So no cute photos of us kissing while we’re all dressed up, no sneaky little kisses while we dance and nothing after wards? Is that really how you want our prom to go?”



Alex huffed a forced laugh before muttering a ‘you win’ which was spoken so softly it was hardly heard. “But while we are in the topic of prom, did you get your dress yet?” He asked with a hinted smile clear in his tone as I rolled my eyes.



“Driving to do just that as we speak…” I smiled, pulling up to the boutique only to see there was not a single spot I could fit into available. Checking my rearview mirror, sighing as I saw a big ass black SUV right on my ass. “But there is absolutely… no parking!” I continued as I cut the wheel and continued my way down the strip, searching for a spot. Alex let out a small 'whoop' making me laugh.



"No but seriously," he sighed, "I can't wait..." I bit my lip at this comment as you could practically sense the smirk in his words, just thinking about the thoughts I knew were trailing trough his dirty little mind, I let out a distracted laugh.

"Please!" I scoffed. "Who are you kidding, you're just excited because you know what happens after prom..." I said with a smirk as I heard Alex chuckle into the phone. I had to bite my lip as I scanned the sidewalks and street for an open place for me to park. I was finding no avail thus far but teasing Alex was making the trek a little less torturous. And who knows... Maybe it wasn't all that much of a teasing remark, though I knew where this conversation was heading, and quickly, I didn’t mind.

"Does that mean what I think it does?" He asked slyly into the phone as his teasing tone bounced around in my skull making me blush. I will admit, since the first occurrence there have been a few close calls but we have yet to actually have sex again. While I was quite ready to jump into bed with him again, he wasn't so compliant. Saying he was to weary of the fact that he had "hurt" me last time no matter how many times I explained the first time always hurts and that I would be fine, hell, more than fine! But while it was rather quite sweet to see how worried he was about putting me in pain, I was quite the happy camper hearing the eagerness in his tone.

"Well, why don't you tell me, Mr. Gaskarth?" I smirked hearing his breath waver before he let out a butchered laugh and was undoubtedly shaking his head.

"Oh, ho, ho!" Alex chuckled as I bit my lip. "Little frisky?" He joked as I rolled my eyes.

"Little prude?" I said bluntly gaining a scoff from Alex to portray that I had wounded him with my words. Okay, I will take back what I had said before, I was very much enjoying tormenting him. But was I really to blame when he makes it so easy! He is always complaining how Jack bitches him out for not getting any when I was willing to and how all the guys say he’s gone soft, and as much as I eat him out for it as well, in the figurative sense that is, I quite enjoy his sensitive side. He’s very real in that sense that even if something like sex is hard wired into our brains to be something we physically desire and lust for, he has compressed it in fear of having me in harm’s way. And though I don’t agree with that train of thought, how could anyone deny the fact that it’s downright adorable, that puppy dog look on his face whenever he pulls away too soon, stroking my cheek and saying how he only wants me to be sure, that he doesn’t want me to affiliate him with pain be it he “hurts” me again.

Alex’s puttered scoffs pulled me from my dazing thoughts. "Well excuse me for feeling guilty!" He laughed softly, “You were wobbling around for at least two days, tell me I shouldn’t feel even the slightest bit bad!”



“No!” I laughed before letting out a sigh. There was no parking anywhere and that SUV was still up my ass.



“I’m not having this discussion with you over the phone…” He chuckled, “and besides we are going to get called in soon I think.”



“Alright, well good luck.” I laughed, looking around as I was nearing the more run down end of the center, mostly just buildings which were no longer being used, but lucky for me that meant a parking spot. “I know you guys will get it but I figured I might as well say it anyway!” Laughing, I pulled into a spot in front of a rundown bar, not too far from the center but far from a short walk. I sat back in my seat, watching the black SUV roll by me and out of sight.



“I hope we do…” Alex breathed softly, “I mean, do you know what getting this would mean for us?” Alex let out a long breath as I hummed to signify that I did indeed understand. “Getting this would mean… it would mean, uhm,”



“It would mean the start to the rest of your dream life.” I smiled, hearing the sets of words Alex has been constantly feeding me as I heard the hesitation in his tone, as if he didn’t want to say I with the other guys around, which would be understood. “You guys will make the record and come the end of senior year you guys will start one of many tours to come. I will go off to a good school, but one that you can easily fly to on your days off so we never grow apart. If we’re lucky I will stay local and you and I will rent our first apartment together, living there when you’re not on tour and letting your mom watch over summers when I tour with you guys. That apartment will eventually become a house to in which both you and I will live with a dog or two of our own. It will be big and have lots of windows, and of course a wraparound porch because I have always wanted one.”



“Then one day I will make you my wife.” Alex breathed a happy sigh, as did I.



“Hey, Alex?” I cooed. The boy making a sleepy sound into the phone as I finally reached up and killed the engine of the no longer running car. “Thanks for turning my mood around.”



“Didn’t mean to.”



“Doesn’t matter.” I laughed, popping the buckle of my seatbelt and sitting up a bit. “You never have to try to make me happy, babe. You just do.” Alex seemed to wait a moment longer to respond this time around, but when he took a deep breath and told me he loved me, I knew he could have used all the time left in the world if it meant just hearing his soft lyrical lips hum those words yet again. “I love you too.” I whispered back.

"Well, just call me if you need anything…" He hushed in a rather absent tone telling me he was most likely closer to being called in than he had previously assumed. I shifted in my seat, popping the car door open and causing that annoying dinging to begin which seemed to alert the boy on the phone. “Jasey?”



“Yeah?”



“Love you always.” Was all he said after claiming my attention and I bit my lip.



“Always.” I breathed and we both simultaneously hung up. I know we didn’t actually say goodbye, but it seemed as though every time we parted, we seemed to say goodbye less and less, almost like we were literally avoiding the word. But much like everything else in our relationship that seemed out of sorts to others, didn’t bother me at all, I actually preferred to not say goodbye because it made things seem less, final. With one last deep breath, I yanked my keys from the ignition and swung my left foot out of the car and onto the road.



The air was still rather cold for the late March day seeing as April was just around the bend but I hadn’t grabbed a hoodie on the way out of the house that morning. Obviously over compensating the power of the sun’s warmth. The leaves still cluttered the sidewalks on this end of town where the street sweepers never bothered to come, the only action this part ever caught was in the dead of night where the people were too wasted to care about the rotting foliage. Maybe that was why the distant bickering of voices didn’t seem to bother me as much as I stepped up onto the curb and shoved my hands into the front pockets of my jeans. The only people who lived over here were those who owned the bars below their homes, and it wouldn’t surprise me much to hear that the owners had been arguing over the lack of income in the now dominantly suburban town. Towson used to be lively and fun. The center always bustling with people with places to go and people to see, women in short dresses hitting up bars trying to find Mr. Right, but that day and age is far behind the town now. All the rambling kids in their twenties found someone to love and settled down, but on this little scrap of town, the old Towson still shined through.



I heard a few doors slam shut and the scruff of sneakers on the rusted pavement behind me but I didn’t bother to look, best not involve myself in any nonsense when I had an appointment I had to meet a good walk away. Even when one of the scuffs of shoes let out a cat call I didn’t bother to turn around, I was in a bad end of town, day drinkers aren’t all that uncommon no matter where you live in the world. “Hey man I don’t think she heard you…” an almost familiar voice cooed, but it wasn’t the person it may or may not belonged to that sent me to the edge, it was just the fact that it wasn’t slurred, “I think she’s ignoring you!”



Another voice let out a laugh which I had never heard before speaking. “Come on baby, don’t be like that!” they said, seemingly growing closer despite the fact that my feet were beginning to carry me fast and faster. “I just want to talk!”




I whipped out my phone, knowing that I would never be able to out run who ever these guys were with the lactic acid clogging my muscles. Maybe Alex hadn’t been called in to the meeting yet, maybe if I called him, or anyone really it would just scare them away. “Come on love, don’t run away!” the first voice cooed just as an icy hand grabbed my arm and stopped my eyes from reaching the screen. Quickly another set of hands grabbed my other arm and instead of thinking rationally and screaming at the top of my lungs, I froze. Even if my mind hadn’t been coursing through all the worst possible outcomes the force of the pair stood much stronger then my own spine and therefore held me in place.



A pair of lips ghosted over the shell of my ear causing a chill to roll down my spine. No. It couldn’t be. "Hey there, Casey.” The lips sang in a tone so light and dapper it was only the source that sent the shiver rolling down my spine before I looked up and was met with the spitting definition of a ruthless cold glare. Icy eyes that only inject fear. Angular features that cut the heart worse than the sharpest dagger ever could. And worst of all the lips that were always slimly and slick with the poison that he used to coat his words. This was never supposed to be. I was never supposed to be alone with him again, this part of my life was over, I was supposed to move on, I was supposed to get my happy ending. Now all I could contemplate was that the very set of ice blue eyes was about to take everything away from me, and I couldn’t even muster up the fight in me.

"Riley?"

Notes

OKAY so my computer is being so painfully slow right now, i only got to edit half of this but I really wanted to get it up before 9 so HERE IT IS!!

and yes this means that I am back, and for good this time, i know i said that before but then school started but now i am mostly settled in and you should be able to expect weekly updates from me every weekend, be is a saturday afternoon or a sunday night (EST)

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-Sarah :)