Barakat, Jack Barakat

“Next customer, please!” Amy shouted to the queue of customers. She had been in work for 7 hours now. Just one more until she could finally go home and rest. A small, blonde girl walked up to Amy and handed her a CD. All Time Low Dirty Work. Amy couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her face.
“You like All Time Low?” the younger girl smiled.
“You could say that” Amy said, slightly laughing.
“Hey, I recognise you!” oh no. No, no, no, no, no!
“You do?” Amy asked nervously.
“You’re that girl in all the pictures with Jack Barakat! And the one kissing Alex! Oh my god!”
“Oh, that isn’t me, I promise you. I’ve been hearing that all day, I just happen to look like her” Amy lied. The girl just looked at her in doubt, paying for the album and walking out of the store. Amy let out a sigh of relief. She would just keep telling the same lie, over and over if anymore fans approached her. What if they saw through her lies though? They didn’t know about her being in their next video. What if they came up to her on the street and attacked her? What if they followed her home? She would have fans constantly at her apartment. She’d have to move. Amy shook herself from her thoughts before she gave herself a headache.
“I’ll see you on Thursday, Ben. I have a day off tomorrow!” She shouted through the store while walking out. It was beginning to get dark as Amy walked to her car. As she was about to put the key in, she was approached by someone. The girl from earlier.
“I know you’re lying” the girl said, slightly scaring Amy.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Amy replied.
“Cut the crap, I know that you are the mystery girl who seems to be going out with Jack, but Alex is your bit on the side. You do realise that this fandom hates you? You’re cheating on one of them, you whore!” Amy was stunned. She didn’t know what to say, she just stood there, terrified of this fan that stood in front of her.
“Listen, I am not cheating on any of them. I am friends with both, nothing more. The picture with Alex will be explained someday”
“Ha, more like friends with benefits. I know what you’re doing. You’re using them both for their money and fame. You stay away from them; do you hear me?” the younger girl said, angrily, then walked off. Amy just sat in her car mortified before finally making her way to her apartment for the night.
A week had passed since that night. It’s all Amy could think about. The All Time Low boys had finished touring about a week ago and were constantly trying to get in touch with Amy. She had 12 missed calls from Jack, 4 from Alex and about 20 messages from Jack. She just couldn’t face them. She was trying to distance herself from them as much as possible. Surely they’d give up and forget about her completely? She needed a drink. She needed to forget about the fans completely, and more importantly, she needed to forget about Jack. Oh, handsome, sweet, amazing Jack Barakat. She felt bad just ignoring him like this, but it had to be done. She would just ruin their image.
“Another!” Amy shouted at the bartender, slamming down her 9th shot glass. After downing her 10th, she made her way to the dancefloor. She was lost in the music, when a pair of hands were placed on her hips. She felt the guy grinding on her from behind. She didn’t care though; she was out to have a good time. It was only when the song changed, that she turned around and was met with a familiar face.
“Alex?!” she shouted pushing him away
“Oh shit, Amy! I didn’t even know it was you” he said, embarrassed.
“Where have you been? We’ve been trying to contact you for ages” Amy was too drunk to respond, she just giggled.
“Is Jack here?” she asked. She needed to see him.
“Yeah, he’s over at the bar” and with that, she took off in search of him.
“Hey handsome” she leant down to his ear.
“Listen, I’m not interested” he said turning around.
“Amy?”
“The one and only” she slurred. Before he had time to respond, she grabbed his hand and dragged him through the club.
“Amy, what are you doing?” he asked. She pulled them over to a quiet corner of the club where she could actually hear herself think.
“Jack, I’ve been avoiding you, for good reason, I’ll tell you why another time, but I’m sorry”
“Amy…”
“Don’t say anything” she said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down into a kiss. When he began to kiss back, her hands flew up into his hair, his hands on her face. Things got heated quick. His tongue was exploring her mouth and she loved every second of it. It was probably the alcohol taking control, but she needed him. She had never felt like this about anyone. Yes, she was a virgin, but goddamn, she was going to give herself to Jack. She pulled away from him, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the club and into a taxi. The ride back to Amy’s apartment was slightly awkward. Neither spoke to each other, Jack just gave her the occasional smirk.
They finally reached Amy’s apartment. Amy was trying to get the key in the door, but was having a hard time as Jack’s lips were attached to her neck. The door finally swung open, the couple walking in and slamming it shut. Jack picked Amy up, walking through to her bedroom. He placed Amy down on the bed gently, before climbing on top of her, lips immediately finding hers. He placed kisses down her jawline, before attaching them to her neck again. He bit down lightly on her neck causing Amy to moan. He sucked the spot, seeing a mark forming. He smirked to himself. He continued to suck on her neck. Amy’s hand pulled at the bottom of Jack’s t shirt, trying to lift it up. He sat up, straddling her legs and removed his t shirt, then his lips were straight back on hers. Amy’s hands roamed his toned chest, sliding down his arms before making their way down to his belt. When Amy unbuckled his belt, Jack stopped.
“No, Amy. We can’t do this. Not right now, not like this” he said, standing up and finding his shirt. Amy just lay on the bed all flustered and confused.
“W-why not?” she asked, slightly annoyed.
“You’re drunk, Amy. You probably won’t even remember it in the morning. I’m not going to take advantage of you” he sighed.
“But you’re not. I want this, Jack” Amy frowned.
“No, the alcohol in you wants this. I’m going back to the club to get Alex. I’ll see you tomorrow” he smiled before walking out. Amy let out a groan. Maybe he was right. Jack didn’t know she was a virgin, and in her drunken state, she wouldn’t have told him. If things had of gone her way, he probably would’ve ended up hurting her. She’s glad he was not as drunk as her to control the situation. She smiled to herself, getting up and changing into a pair of pyjamas. She lay back down under the covers, which now smelled of Jack. She really, really liked Jack. Hell, she might even be starting to love him.

Notes

I can't believe how fast I'm getting chapters out here. I love writing this story :)