Chance.

Jack

Zack and I have been in a nonexclusive sexual relationship for about two weeks now. Honestly, it felt like an entirety without Alex and I missed him. Any number of guys I had over didn't seem to fill the void. I guess Zack was right, I really was a dirty, little slut.

"I had fun last night Jay," the guy said as he got dressed.

"Yup," was all I said.

It was another one night stand. That nickname felt wrong coming from the mouth of anyone other than Alex. The word sounded tainted, full of bad memories that I would give anything to forget. Once the guy that I had slept with last night was gone I stood up, wearing nothing at all. I pulled a pair of boxers up, assuming they were mine, and walked into the kitchen. I picked up the bottle of vodka from the counter and drank from it.

"Jay baby, don't drink in the morning," Zack purred against my neck.

He ran his hand down my back and cupped my ass. He turned me around, pressing his lips eagerly to mine. I returned the kiss because there was no point in fighting it. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for me to let him in. I pulled away.

"You taste like vodka," he smiled.

"Naw shit," I muttered.

"Daddy Zack doesn't like that."

He attached his lips to my neck, sucking and biting it. It had gotten to the point where pretty much I always had hickies now from someone. They littered my neck as if they were a scarf.

He shoved me against the wall and returned his lips to my lips. He wasn't gentle like Alex with his kisses. His hands didn't touch where I wanted them to like Alex's did. It was all wrong, it wasn't Alex and that made it wrong.

To say I hadn't thought about Alex every day would be a lie. He was all I thought about all the time. Why did I let Zack bring me back home? It wasn't home actually, this was merely a house. Home was wherever Alex was. Why didn't I fight for him? He deserved someone so much better than me. Someone who would actually fight for him. Prove to him that they loved him.

"Babe, please," Zack purred.

"I have to get to class," I said with no emotion.

I pushed Zack away and got dressed. I picked up the bag that I just about never used and walked out of the room. I walked down the empty hallway and towards the music room. I picked up my guitar which I kept in there and begun to play one song which meant so much. I Miss You.

Once I finished I saw someone clapping from the door way. I looked up at a black haired guy who's eyes were hidden. I was uncomfortable to have him just standing there listening.

"You're really good," he said.

"Thanks, who are you? I've never seen you before," I asked.

"Call me Synyster."

"I'm Jack."

"I've heard all about you Jack."

Of course he had, everyone had. I hid my face which was bright red. I wasn't proud of my many endeavors. It was what it was.

"Don't worry, I don't want you like that," he laughed, "I'm straight."

"Then why are still here, most people would leave by now," I asked confused.

"We need another guitarist and you're really good. Would you like in?"

"Sure."

Notes

Since we added Andy into the last chapter I had to add Synyster Gates, he's so awesome. I was also listening to Avenged Sevenfold while writing this so it was either him or Matt. I hope y'all enjoyed it!

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- Jess