The Reckless and the Misbehaved
You're Nothing Special
Alex’s POV
I had been a real douchebag to Blaire, and I knew it. I really didn’t understand her. She was the type of gorgeous girls flaunt about, but she was too reserved to flaunt at all. I had been nothing but rude to her and she had thought quicker than anyone else to help heal me. My hand hardly hurt anymore, thanks to Blaire. Maybe I should give her a chance. After all, she didn’t have to do her little film on us. Maybe she thought we’d be fun, and so far, I hadn’t exactly been the most lighthearted person towards her. I left my room and started downstairs. Blaire was sitting with Zack on the couch. He was teaching her some chords on guitar. Rian and Jack were playing Halo. When I reached the living room, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me.
“How’s your hand, Alex?” Blaire asked. I wondered if she really cared, or if she was just being nice. I wouldn’t doubt either.
“Better, thanks to you.” I said, nodding at Blaire. Her features perked up when she heard me thank her. A little smile formed on her full, pink lips. Suddenly I was very sure she was genuine.
“I’m glad.” Blaire said simply. “Are you still up for filming?” I nodded. “Great.” Blaire said, as she started to get out her video camera. Jack fixed his hair frantically as Blaire pressed the ‘record’ button. First, she filmed herself talking about the band and why she chose to do her project on us. Then, she turned the camera to each of us in turn and we introduced ourselves and our role in the band. I thought I should go first, since I was the lead singer of the band, but Blaire disagreed.
“My name is Jack. I’m the band’s guitarist and I like to have sex.” Blaire laughed and rolled her eyes.
“We’re cutting that last part. This is for school, Barakat.” Blaire said, turning the camera to Rian. When my turn came, I gave the camera the sexiest smile I possibly could (which I knew was pretty damn sexy) and introduced myself.
“My name is Alex Gaskarth and I’m the lead singer for All Time Low.” I said. I almost wanted to add more, since I was a really interesting character, but I thought Blaire might not like it. After our introductions, Blaire closed her camera. “That’s it?”
“Yeah, I just wanted everyone to know who you were. The rest of the video will be more out of context.” Blaire said, putting her camera it its bag. “Should I go, since I’m done here?”
“No!” Jack whined. Blaire giggled softly. I didn’t want her to go, either. The bitch was so casual it was frustrating, but something about her made me want to spend more time with her.
“Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner with me?” I offered hesitantly. “Not like a date, but as a thank you for fixing up my burn?” I didn’t like this girl. I couldn’t. She was hot. But that wasn’t enough. Blaire wasn’t special or extraordinary. If anything, she was selfish. That camera was on her five times as much as me.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Blaire said, obviously completely caught off guard.
“Cool, just let me grab a jacket.” I said, running upstairs to my room. When I was digging through my closet, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and my door open. It was Zack.
“You don’t like her, do you?” Zack asked.
“No, of course not. I just thought I might as well buy her dinner so we’re even. I don’t want to owe her anything.” I was lying, but mostly to myself.
“Good, because I like her.” Zack muttered. Fucking hell. What was so great about this girl? I pushed past Zack, trotted downstairs, and grabbed my keys without even glancing at Blaire.
“Let’s go.” I said.
I had been a real douchebag to Blaire, and I knew it. I really didn’t understand her. She was the type of gorgeous girls flaunt about, but she was too reserved to flaunt at all. I had been nothing but rude to her and she had thought quicker than anyone else to help heal me. My hand hardly hurt anymore, thanks to Blaire. Maybe I should give her a chance. After all, she didn’t have to do her little film on us. Maybe she thought we’d be fun, and so far, I hadn’t exactly been the most lighthearted person towards her. I left my room and started downstairs. Blaire was sitting with Zack on the couch. He was teaching her some chords on guitar. Rian and Jack were playing Halo. When I reached the living room, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me.
“How’s your hand, Alex?” Blaire asked. I wondered if she really cared, or if she was just being nice. I wouldn’t doubt either.
“Better, thanks to you.” I said, nodding at Blaire. Her features perked up when she heard me thank her. A little smile formed on her full, pink lips. Suddenly I was very sure she was genuine.
“I’m glad.” Blaire said simply. “Are you still up for filming?” I nodded. “Great.” Blaire said, as she started to get out her video camera. Jack fixed his hair frantically as Blaire pressed the ‘record’ button. First, she filmed herself talking about the band and why she chose to do her project on us. Then, she turned the camera to each of us in turn and we introduced ourselves and our role in the band. I thought I should go first, since I was the lead singer of the band, but Blaire disagreed.
“My name is Jack. I’m the band’s guitarist and I like to have sex.” Blaire laughed and rolled her eyes.
“We’re cutting that last part. This is for school, Barakat.” Blaire said, turning the camera to Rian. When my turn came, I gave the camera the sexiest smile I possibly could (which I knew was pretty damn sexy) and introduced myself.
“My name is Alex Gaskarth and I’m the lead singer for All Time Low.” I said. I almost wanted to add more, since I was a really interesting character, but I thought Blaire might not like it. After our introductions, Blaire closed her camera. “That’s it?”
“Yeah, I just wanted everyone to know who you were. The rest of the video will be more out of context.” Blaire said, putting her camera it its bag. “Should I go, since I’m done here?”
“No!” Jack whined. Blaire giggled softly. I didn’t want her to go, either. The bitch was so casual it was frustrating, but something about her made me want to spend more time with her.
“Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner with me?” I offered hesitantly. “Not like a date, but as a thank you for fixing up my burn?” I didn’t like this girl. I couldn’t. She was hot. But that wasn’t enough. Blaire wasn’t special or extraordinary. If anything, she was selfish. That camera was on her five times as much as me.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Blaire said, obviously completely caught off guard.
“Cool, just let me grab a jacket.” I said, running upstairs to my room. When I was digging through my closet, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and my door open. It was Zack.
“You don’t like her, do you?” Zack asked.
“No, of course not. I just thought I might as well buy her dinner so we’re even. I don’t want to owe her anything.” I was lying, but mostly to myself.
“Good, because I like her.” Zack muttered. Fucking hell. What was so great about this girl? I pushed past Zack, trotted downstairs, and grabbed my keys without even glancing at Blaire.
“Let’s go.” I said.
6/24/13