Alex’s POV:

It’s not exactly a secret at Dulaney High that I’m what one would refer to as a ‘man whore’. And I am, proudly so. I’ve been with a fuck ton of girls. Popular girls. Not popular girls. Band girls. Brainiac girls. Girls who did track. Girls who got straight A’s and girls who, like me, couldn’tve cared less about their grades--you get the picture. Fuck ton of girls, blah, blah, blah.

Point is, I’ve been around the block a few times in my seventeen years of existence, but never, ever, had I been with a girl like Mickey Kingsley.

The first time she walked into that classroom, I was spellbound. I dropped whatever stupid joke I’d been telling Jack to let my eyes transfix on the new beauty that entered the usually dull english class.

Damn, was she stunning.

I couldn’t pin point exactly what it was about her that lit that spark of interest, either. Maybe it was her hair. It was dyed fire engine red and lit like a firework against the likes of bleach blonde, tan skinned girls. I couldn’t help but stare at her, expecting her to give reason as to why she graced us with her presence, but instead she kept tight lipped, sinking down into the only open seat in the room.

It just so happened to be directly in front of me.

I watched as my teacher, Miss Harper, finally acknowledged the strange new girl in the room with a minimal exchange of words, after which she happily welcomed her to the school before continuing on with the lesson.

Mickey.

She sure was something else. It was one thing for me to be my usual charming self and be openly flirty because she’s a hot girl and I, Alex Gaskarth, am a horny fuck, but damn.
Never had I encountered a girl so forward before. She practically threw herself onto me, flat out telling me that she wanted to cut the shit and get right down to business mere hours after we’d met.

The next thing I knew, we were back at my place, lips locked, teeth clashing and hearts pumping. Clothes were strewn and we proceeded to have the hottest sex I’d ever experienced. By the time it was over, I was left drenched in sweat and completely breathless.

“...goddamn.” I shook my head, smiling towards the ceiling at the unbelievable high I’d just come down from. “That was amazing.”

She kept silent, though I could feel her own pulse begin to normalize under her skin.

I pursed my lips, glancing at the gorgeous girl I’d just hooked up with. “How’d you learn to do that...thing towards the end?” A shiver ran down my spine, only an echo of the way whatever it was she did made me feel.

She just shrugged, eyes averted from mine. “I’ve picked up a thing or two.”

I bobbed my head, noting the distance in her voice as her interest in me went from a hundred to zero like that. “Um... well how was it for you?” I asked stupidly, desperate to at least keep some of that magnetic spark alive. In the short time I’d known her, it didn’t take a genius to see that this girl was something else, unlike all the other chicks I’d been with. She was blunt, independent, confident, sexy--basically she was like my dream girl but with the upside of actually being real. I would be a fool to let her go so easy.

“You did fine, lover boy.” She chuckled deeply, glancing at me for just a split second as if doubting that I needed such a confidence boost.

“Cool.” I smirked. I let a beat pass before I opened my mouth again. “So...you just moved from out of state, right? Why’d you move to boring ol’ Maryland?”

This time, her gaze met mine, brows raised as she huffed a laugh. “Seriously, dude?”

I frowned at her, offended by her laughter. “What?”

Ignoring my scowl, she rolled her eyes, “You’re starting with the pillow talk?”

It was my turn to shrug innocently. “What? You seem like a cool girl that I wanna get to know, alright? Is that a crime?”

“Why do you care?” She shook her head as she began lifting herself from my bed. “It was just a one time thing, anyway.” She then got up, completely nude as she began grabbing her previously discarded clothes.

I could feel my throat hitch, the words she was saying out loud the exact opposite of what I wanted to hear. “It doesn’t have to be, you know.” I countered, grabbing her wrist just as she passed me. Again, I could feel the electricity when I touched her.

She tensed under my grip. “And here I thought we were on the same page.”

I released her, her reaction like a slap to the face as I stared at her, shocked at how stubborn she was being. “Come on, Mickey.” I sighed, lifting my own body so I could properly face her. “I’m not saying we have to commit to each other or shit like that, but I don’t want to make this weird, okay? We don’t have to limit our time together to awkward glances as we pass by each other at school.”

She stared at me for a second. “So...you want to be friends?”

I gulped, nodding.

She shook her head. “I don’t think you want to be friends with me.”

“No, I really think I do.” I replied stubbornly.

She glared at me as she shimmied into her clothes. “I don’t do friends.” She paused for a second as she added, “Especially with guys I fucked. It tends to get complicated and that sucks ass so I’d rather not deal with it, okay?”

The hurt in my chest only grew at her rejection. “So when you hung out with me today, that was just to get into my pants?” I asked, my voice rising slightly on its own.

“I could ask you the same thing.” She shot back, grabbing her shoes with an annoyed huff. “But like I said, I don’t really care.”

I admit, I was hurt that she told me this was just purely about sex. It stung so much that I was about to let her go on her merry way when I noticed that spark in her eyes again. That same spark I’d noticed the first time I’d had a chance to talk to her face to face. And I wasn’t sure exactly what it was about that look of hers, but something deep inside me was yelling at me to somehow, someway, keep Mickey Kingsley in my life.

I groaned in annoyance, my brain on overload trying to figure out how to get this stubborn girl to stay with me. I pressed my palms together in desperation as I begged, “Mickey, don’t leave, alright? Just stay and we can hang out like this never happen--” Unfortunately, before I could finish my plea, she gave a heavy sigh and shot out of my room and out of my house, the door downstairs slamming making me flinch.

Like I said, I’ve had my fair share of one night stands. But I’ve gotta say, I’ve never been the one left before wondering what the fuck just happened.

“Huh.” I raised a brow as I let the rejection fill my soul, the hurt in my chest causing me to fall back into my bed with a bitter laugh. “So that’s what it feels like...”

Notes

Here's chapter two! I'll be writing Alex's POV throughout the story, so this should be fun :P

Chapter title comes from P!ATD's "Lying Is the Most Fun..."

Enjoy!