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Smooth Criminal

three and a half.

Author's Note:
Oh. My. God. I'm literally retarded and I just realized that my dumb ass left out an entire chapter of the story. Oh my god I'm so mad right now... So there's actually 16 chapters that are supposed to be published right now. So here's what's SUPPOSED to be chapter 4 but is now chapter 3.5. I'm so sorry, y'all. I'm a fucking idiot.
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As I waited for Parker to finish saying bye to his friends in the parking lot, I couldn’t ignore the feeling of anxiety building in the pit of my stomach. I had less than two hours until I had to actually sit down and be forced to converse with the nuisance that went by the name Alex Gaskarth. And what bothered me the most was that I wasn’t sure why the thought of Alex annoyed me so much. He has always known about me; he’s been one of my brother’s friends since they were fifteen and I was fourteen. He’s been to my house a few times, I’ve spoken to him shortly on a few separate occasions… I don’t understand why this has to be such a big deal now. Maybe Amanda was right and I’m just threatened by the fact that a boy has suddenly taken a liking to me and I don’t want to ruin my perfect reputation in my dad’s eyes. I really don’t know.
“Let’s go,” Parker nudged me, averting my attention from the tree I had blankly been staring at in the distance.
“Sorry,” I muttered, opening the passenger side door and hopping into the seat, careful not to flash my ass to the world behind me. We waited for Parker to light up his cigarette before we backed out of the student parking lot and started our drive home.
“You okay?” Parker glanced at me from his peripheral vision. I nodded my head and leaned against the window. “You’re not being my DJ… What’s wrong?”
I shrugged and wrapped my arms tightly around my torso, feeling too tired to explain what was really going on, so I opted for, “I’m just really tired.” Parker took the excuse and shrugged back at me, flipping to some old rock n’ roll station that was usually played when no one could agree on what music to listen to. Soon enough, we had made our arrival to the house and I silently made my way to the front door.
“I’ll do the dining room and computer room if you get the kitchen and laundry?” I offered to my brother as we climbed up the staircase to change into more comfortable clothes. Parker nodded with a warm smile and disappeared into his room across the hall from my own.
Once in the safety of my own bedroom, I removed my scarf from my neck and hung it on my scarf rack that I had placed on the farthest wall in my room next to the big window. Sitting down on my bed, I slipped off my shoes and placed them neatly on my closet floor beneath my hanging clothes, placing my belt on the little shelf in the back of my closet. Shimming out of my skirt, I delicately placed it in my dirty clothes hamper, leaving me in my t-shirt and leggings. Much better.
“If I start my chores now, that should give me about… Forty five minutes to an hour to do any other homework I have before Alex shows up,” I thought aloud to myself. I groaned loudly and began working away on the dining room, making sure to clean the back door spotless to make up for Rory refusing to clean it last time.

By the time five thirty rolled around, I had finished all of my chores and two different subjects worth of homework. At five thirty, there was no sign of Alex. I decided to show a little mercy and wait a few extra minutes for him to show up. Five forty-five and still no sign of the boy, so I stopped waiting and pulled out my novel filled with notes and got to work on my project. I had a solid outline of the project completed when the doorbell rang followed by a series of knocks.
“Coming,” I said loudly and shuffled to the front door. “You’re late.”
“I got lost.” Alex shrugged and slipped his way into my home, going straight for the kitchen table.
“You’re so full of shit,” I growled at him. “You’ve been here before.” He had no further excuses to offer so I took my place at the table and began working once again.
“So what are we doing the project on?” Alex asked as he sat in the chair directly across from me. I didn’t stop working to look up at him.
“I told you to be here by five thirty. If you were late, I wasn’t catching you up. You were warned.”
Silence.
“I’m not letting you do this project by yourself.”
“I’m not turning in a half-ass project because some dumbass can’t follow simple instructions.”
More silence.
“I got lost.”
“You need a better excuse. Parker and I have lived here since you moved here from London.”
No further conversation was tried at that point. I was here for business and business only. I didn’t have time for whatever bullshit Alex was trying to pull. Alex opened his mouth to say something, but my mother decided to walk through the door before anything could come out of his mouth.
“Hello,” she cooed sweetly at me and her eyes flickered over to Alex. “Alex! What a pleasant surprise! How are you doing, dear?”
Alex smiled kindly at my mother, the same smile he used to get every other adult to fall in love with his facade. “I’m doing well, Mrs. Underwood. What about yourself? It’s been a while.” I tried to retain the snort building it’s way through my nose at his cheesy act. Kiss ass.
“I’m just swell. Are you here for Parker? I’m sure he’s upstairs in his room…” My mom trailed off, setting her work bags down on the kitchen island.
“No, ma’am. I’m actually here to work on an English project with Stella.” The million dollar smile remained on his stupid face while I continued working.
“Will you be staying for dinner?” she asked, pulling pots out from the cabinets.
“No,” I snapped. “Yes,” Alex said sweetly at the same time. I rolled my eyes and began banging my head lightly on the kitchen table. God, kill me now. I peered over at Alex with a grimace plastered to my face while he grinned innocently back at me.
“I hate you,” I grumbled, picking my pen back up and glancing at my work.
“What can I say, Stells? I’m quite the charm.”
If my mother wasn’t standing right behind us, I’d smack the arrogance right out of his system. But instead, I decided to have a heart and explain to him what my plan was for the English project. For the sake of my grade, not because I wanted to be nice to him. By the time I had finished explaining everything and we had worked for another thirty minutes, Mom declared dinner ready.
“Parker!” I shouted from the bottom of the stairs. “Dinner!”
Seconds later, my brother’s footsteps were heard from every inch of the house as he made his way to the kitchen.
“Hey, dude.” Parker gave Alex one of those “bro head nods” and took his place at the dining room table across from me. “Where’s Dad?”
“He had some work to finish up at the station. Looks like it’s going to be another long night for him,” Mom responded, filling up plates of spaghetti for everyone. A part of me was glad that Dad wasn’t here to interrogate me with to the fifth degree as to why I had a boy at the house, even though we really weren’t doing anything other than homework. Dad always tries to catch me in some kind of devious plan, despite the fact that I was never actually doing anything wrong. Just because my two older siblings were irresponsible little shits didn’t mean that I had to be one too.
“Has anyone seen Rory today?” Mom asked us as she took a bite of spaghetti.
“She was here when we got home from school and then left a few minutes later. She said something about going to Josh’s house,” I offered. Mom shook her head in disappointment.
“That child,” she muttered. “Ever since Tom di-”
She cut herself off, realizing just what she was about to say and looked down solemnly at her plate. Parker coughed awkwardly and Alex’s body seemed to tense up at the mention of Tom. We finished our meals in an uncomfortable silence, the only sound coming from our silverware clinking against our plates. Without saying anything, I silently excused myself from the table, took my plate to the sink, and made my way to my bedroom. Shortly after, Alex and Parker noisily went into Parker’s room across the hall, most likely to play video games.
I let out a sigh and plopped down in my desk chair, waking up my laptop to browse the Internet for a moment. But that was about as boring as my life, so I quickly shut it down and opted for getting ready for bed. It was only eight forty, but I was dog-tired and ready to go to bed. I peeked my head out of my bedroom door to see if anyone was in the hallway, and shuffled to the bathroom down the hall to take a shower. I locked the door securely behind me and began to strip myself of my clothes. The hot water felt amazing on my bare skin, washing away the stress of the long day I had, had.
Twenty minutes later, I stopped the running water and covered myself with a towel. I stopped for a second to observe my reflection in the foggy mirror, wiping away the steam that covered the surface. The blue eyes filled to the brim with exhausted innocence that peered back at me made a feeling of sadness tug at the pit of my stomach and I looked away. Forgetting to check the hall for any intruders, I opened the door to the bathroom, only to be suddenly face-to-face with Alex. I felt myself grow very self conscious, only wrapped in a tiny little bath towel. You could tell that Alex was trying very hard not to look down at my body. I bit my lip and avoided looking into his eyes and went to sidestep out of his way, but apparently he had the same idea, and we bumped into each other.
“Shit,” he chuckled nervously. I smiled awkwardly at the boy. “I’ll stay here. You go that way.” I dodged my way around Alex and quickly scampered off to the safety of my bedroom, locking the door behind me.
“Oh my, God,” I exhaled. I changed into an over-sized t-shirt and threw on a fresh pair of Nike shorts and placed my used towel on the back of my desk chair, not feeling like going out of my room and chancing another run-in with Alex tonight. Instead, I threw my wet hair up in a messy bun and crawled into the comfort of my bed and tried to fall asleep.

Segway back to Ch.4: http://www.alltimelowfanfiction.com/Story/83329/Smooth-Criminal/4/

Notes

Comments

This was one of my absolute favorite stories. I am very curious to know if you are going to continue with this? Because I have to know what happens next.

BreaClift. BreaClift.
6/14/21

I want to know if there is going to be sequel to this story?

BreaClift. BreaClift.
3/26/19

I don't remember anything. I need to restart this. Damn, all I remember is loving this. Only more reason to read it all again.

Haha, keepin' it real. :) No worries, the only one that was kind of concerning was the Blink-180 because I think that's the first time I've ever seen that. XD But I figured it was a typo.
:)

Nanook Nanook
1/4/19

@Daydreamers her big reveal will be in the last chapter ;) hang tight.

katybear18 katybear18
1/4/19