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Smooth Criminal

six.

The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache and my stomach in my throat. I attempted to open my eyes, but the bright light seeping in through the blinds made that task almost impossible to complete. I tried to pick up my arms to shield my eyes from the blinding sun, but I couldn’t move them. I peered over to my side and saw Alex curled up next to me with his arms protectively around my waist. I awkwardly looked around the room, trying to piece together what all had happened last night, trying to remember if anything had happened between the teenager sleeping next to me and myself.
“G’morning,” Alex grumbled, wiping his eyes on my shoulder. I cleared my throat and stared at him. “You okay?”
“What the hell happened last night?” My voice came out in a hoarse manner and Alex chuckled at me, sitting up to stretch.
“You got wasted,” was all he said. I waited for him to give me the details but they never came.
“Well yeah, that much I gathered from the God-awful migraine and stomach ache…”
Alex shook his head at me with a smile and I rolled my eyes at him. “You want breakfast?”
“Alex what happened?”
“You stole the bottle of tequila and you tried to take your shirt off for Greg Kraddick in front of almost everyone at the party during a game of beer pong. You’re lucky I was there to rescue you, young lady. You’re welcome.”
My face grew hot with embarrassment and I threw a pillow over my face. “I’m never drinking again,” I muttered through the pillow. I could hear Alex’s loud laugh through the cushion.
“Everyone says that after their first hangover. They get easier to deal with as time goes on.”
“No seriously, I am never drinking ever again. I shouldn’t have even come last night.” I sat up slowly, careful not to make myself vomit from any sudden movements, and looked around the room for my shoes. “My father is going to kill me.”
Alex grabbed my wrist and made me look him in the eyes. “Stella, relax. The more you freak out about breaking the rules, the more transparent you become. Your dad most likely has absolutely no idea you were here last night. But if you go home acting all suspicious, he’s going to know you did something wrong. Just take it easy.” I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes as I exhaled.
“I need to go find Amanda so she can take me home…”
“So that you can lock yourself in your room and do homework for the rest of the weekend, never seeing the outside world until school Monday morning?” Alex gave me a knowing look, raising his eyebrow at me. I gave him a blank stare and blinked a few times. “Exactly. I’ll take you home later today. Let’s go get some lunch or something and hang out. You need to get the full party experience; that includes the day of headaches from hell that follows.” I continued to stare at him as he fished around the room for his sneakers. He paused to glance at me and added, “We’ll even work on the project a little bit if it makes you feel any better. Happy?”
I gave up trying to silently rationalize with him and laced on my combat boots once I found them underneath the bed.
When Alex and I descended from the staircase, I was immediately in shock of the amount of trash that was scattered everywhere. Pizza boxes were all over the front room, beer bottles and red Solo cups were scattered everywhere, and I’m pretty positive that I saw a few roaches from blunts people had rolled the night before. I stepped over and around everything on the floor to avoid getting anything on my shoes as I made my way over to Amanda, who was passed the fuck out on the couch next to Tyler. I shook her shoulder gently and she stirred around.
“Amanda,” I whispered in her ear.
“Mm…” She didn’t open her eyes, but I knew she could somewhat hear me.
“I’m going home with Alex. I’ll stop by later to get my stuff from your house.”
“Mkay… Love you,” she mumbled and then rolled her face back into Tyler’s shoulder. I shrugged at Alex who was trying so, so hard to not laugh out loud from the entire scene he had just witnessed and we left the house.
“Holy shit, it’s only twelve forty-five,” Alex exclaimed as we got into his car.
“Only?” I raised my eyebrow at the boy. “You mean to tell me that you expected it to be later than this?”
“Well… Yeah. I normally don’t wake up until about two, two thirty on the weekends.” I shook my head at Alex as he drove away. “And what? You wake up at the ass-crack of dawn every day, regardless of whether we have school or not?”
“I wake up around eight or nine on the weekends to make breakfast for everyone. And to do chores.” I lift my right foot so that it’s resting on the dashboard and look out the window as we drive.
“Chores? What chores? Your house is fucking spotless. There is nothing to be cleaned.” Alex laughs loudly and pulls up to a stop light. I shrug and pick at a strand of thread on my pants.
“My dad likes things to be in order,” I say quietly. Alex doesn’t push the subject any further and we drive in silence until he pulls into the IHOP on the other side of town.
“My treat,” he says when I start to tell him that I don’t have any money. “I’m sure you’ll get your chance to pay me back some day.”
“That, my dear, would mean that we would have to become actual friends,” I point out, getting out of the car. “And as far as I’m concerned, this relationship isn’t going anywhere farther than this stupid English project.”
“But you admit that we have a relationship,” Alex smirked down at my figure. I rolled my eyes at him and walked up to the podium, telling the host that we’d like a table for two. The pair of us followed the host to our table and thanked him as we took our seats. “I’m fucking starving, man.” Alex slapped his hands together and rubbed them vigorously before opening his menu.
“I’m so nauseous,” I grumbled, flipping through the menu trying to find something to fill the emptiness in my stomach. “Who the hell even let me have the bottle of tequila in the first place?”
“Um, well… I don’t know. You and I were dancing and then you disappeared into the kitchen. That’s the last I saw of you until I heard a few jocks talking about the ‘hot new chick’ no one’s seen at a party before betting to take her top off. I assumed it was you, went to check it out, and sure enough I appeared right as you were about to flash your biddness to the whole world.” A sly smirk appeared on Alex’s face and I buried my face into my palms. “Again, you’re welcome.” I shook my head and finally decided on getting strawberry pancakes and a hashbrown on the side.
I tried to distract myself the best I could from thinking about how much trouble I was going to be in when I got home. It was one thirty in the afternoon and I hadn’t called or texted either of my parents since I got out of school yesterday to let them know I was spending the night at Amanda’s. I’ve never disappeared this long before, especially without letting someone know that I was alive. Alex sat across from me, glancing up at me from behind the safety of his phone screen every once and a while to make sure I wasn’t going to go into cardiac arrest from other thinking. But at least he was allowing me to have some kind of mental freak out. I finally pulled out my phone and texted my mother, letting her know that I was alive and that I’d be home by dinner, and if my plans changed, I would let her know. I set my phone down on the table and looked at Alex who was just sitting there, staring at me.
“Something I can help you with, Gaskarth?”
He smiled at me and shook his head, causing his shaggy hair to fall in his face. “You’re a mess, Underwood.” I rolled my eyes at him and kicked his leg from under the table. “Now you’re trying to play footsies with me? And here I was, under the impression that you didn’t even like me like that.”
“Grow up, Alex,” I muttered under my breath and made room for the plates that were being brought over to our table. My stomach started to grumble at the sight of food and I just then realized how hungry I truly was.
“Everything look okay?” the waiter asked. We verified that everything looked great and the waiter disappeared once again. I happily grabbed the container of strawberry syrup and began drenching my pancakes in it.
“That’s so gross…” Alex commented as I placed the container back in it’s proper place. “Strawberry syrup on strawberry pancakes? That’s so much strawberry…”
“What am I supposed to do? Put normal syrup on strawberry pancakes?” I arched my eyebrow at him and took a bite of my food.
“Well… Yeah.” He gave me a ‘duh’ kind of look and took a bite of his eggs.
“But the tastes clash and it’s so gross…”
“You’re so fucking weird, Underwood.” Alex smiled at me and I just gave him a look before finishing my meal in peace.

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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