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We Are The Rebellious Youth

Chapter Nine: Accept My Terms

Mickey’s POV:
Obviously, Alex and I differed on our definition of ‘fun’. That much was to be expected; normally, I would’ve taken the reigns in this adventure of ours, as Alex so excitedly put it, but I didn’t have high hopes. I knew whatever he had in mind would only end up with him berating my earlier behavior, and I didn’t need that. I didn’t need more useless scolding. It wasn’t going to make me behave any different; all it was to me was a waste of energy and time. What I didn’t realize, however, was how weird Alex’s sense of fun was. To me, fun was doing something that was just outside the line of legal, but also not something that could get me locked up forever.
Well, except for drugs.

As we silently sat in his car, I expected any second we’d end up at a club, especially since I had to learn the hard way that Alex also hung around in those places. But there were no flashing bright lights to be seen, nor was there a loud bass shaking the ground. People weren’t lining up outside some sketchy looking building, and I wouldn’t have to use my great flirting skills to skip any queue.

Instead, Alex pulled up on a fairly empty parking lot. There were large stores surrounding the worn asphalt, all closed except for the smallest one in the far corner of the lot. The rain permanently devouring the windshield, halting me from reading the neon sign above the door. I squinted my eyes, silently cursing to myself as all I could make out were deformed neon blue words looking as if they’d melted into colorful pools of water. Even as Alex drove closer and closer, I couldn’t make it out. Considering how hard it was raining, I honestly had no idea how he was managing to drive in the first place. If it was me, I definitely couldn’t drive safely in a storm like this, but then again I hadn’t really cared either when I’d made up my mind to run away.

“Ok, we’re here,” Alex announced as he turned off the engine as soon as the window wipers had gone back in their starting position, “I’m expecting both of us to get a sugar rush, otherwise we did this for nothing.”

“A sugar rush?” I cocked an eyebrow and gave him a judgmental look. I wasn’t seven years old anymore. I could no longer be easily persuaded to do things just through candy, soda, cake, and ice cream. If anything, it actually put me off.

“Yeah,” he replied as if it was the most normal thing one could do on a rainy, cold evening like this. “Now, we’re going to have to make a run for it--”

Before he could even start off a countdown or whatever he was planning on doing, I had already opened the door on my side and started casually strolling towards the shop, my hands in the pockets of my hoodie and the hood covering my hair. Sure, I still got soaked since I wasn’t wearing anything waterproof, but I didn’t see why running would help if I was going to get drenched either way.

Alex, however, still rushed out of his car. As he passed me he yelled out my name, beckoning me to follow him as he tried to keep his hood over his head in vain. In seconds, he made it underneath a small ledge, pushing himself up against the wall of the building, while I continued to ignore his ushering me over. My pace stayed calm and collected, while Alex was jumping from one foot to the other.

When I did finally reach him, I managed to read the signs in the windows and frowned, wondering if Alex had lost his mind. Nobody would go to a place like this, sane anyway, as evident of the whopping two couples currently inside the shop.

“An ice cream parlor? Really?” I snorted and pushed past him to open the door and let myself into the heated room, not bothering to hold the door open for Alex. He stumbled as he grabbed for the door, almost hitting his head on the edge as he did. “This is far from what I consider fun.”
“Well, then what do you consider ‘real’ fun?” He rolled his eyes at me, using air quotes as he dared match my unimpressed stare.

“Anything that includes alcohol and sex. But I should probably ‘call my boy toy’ for that, huh?” I edged him on, quoting his words from when he had been trying to convince me to get in the car with him. “Do you think any of this ice cream has alcohol in it? I don’t think sugar is going to cut it today.”

He shook his head. “I think I might have to disappoint you, then.”

I groaned in protest and stomped towards a table. If there was nothing to make me feel better, then why would I even bother looking at the flavors? Honestly, the only flavor I cared about were the ones on condoms and I hated that shit. If this ice cream tasted anything like that, I wasn’t going to go anywhere near it.

Alex, however, stayed at the front of the store, oblivious of my discomfort or otherwise ignoring it as he continued looking at all the small signs in front of the large colorful display. He had a hand on his hip and another rubbing his chin as he processed all the information. The employee waited patiently until Alex pointed at a couple of tubs, and the lady behind the counter proceeded to scoop up the flavors of his choosing.

In the meantime, I decided to fish the destroyed phone out of my pocket and placed it on the table. So much for not having thrown it against the wall when Rian came to babysit me for the first time. This thing looked worse than scrap metal and there was no way I could fix it. It wasn’t just some water damage that had ruined it like I’d told Alex, either. The screen part had snapped off, exposing two cables, and keys had popped out of the number pad.

When Alex made his way over to me, he was holding a cone with four generous scoops of ice cream and a paper bowl with a small spoon in it. Sitting down across from me, he slid over the bowl to me and started happily licking at the frozen treat.

“I wasn’t sure whether you wanted a cone or not, so I just got you a bowl with a cookie stuck in it.” Alex pointed at whatever three flavors he had given me, the cookie that looked like a flattened cone sticking in next to the spoon.

Quietly thanking him even though I wasn’t sure if I wanted to touch it, I looked at him as he continued to eat his treat. He kept licking in a slow manner, occasionally using his lips to get more in his mouth.

“Now, if you had used that trick when we slept together, we could have been doing something very different right about now,” I muttered, picking up the spoon out of my ice cream and putting it in my mouth. It tasted a lot like lemon.

Alex choked on the sweet treat he had in his mouth and stared at me with shocked eyes. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m just saying you really need to up your oral sex game.” I shrugged with nonchalance as if I’d said something much more innocent, taking another bite of a slightly more orange ice cream. Passion fruit, maybe?

“I’ll have you know many girls actually enjoy it and compliment me.”

Yeah, right. “Oh, come on! They’re only doing that to make you feel better about yourself and to reassure themselves that they had a good time. Because, let me tell you, somebody didn’t get the same amazing experience all the others did!”

Like most men, Alex’s ears only caught onto my last couple words. “So you’re saying it’s an amazing experience?” He smirked with an eyebrow wiggle.

I had to resist the urge to shove his hand so his precious ice cream would smush right into his stupid smug face. “I’m saying people are lying to you.”

“We’ll, aren’t you nice,” he sighed and slouched in his chair, looking defeated without me having to fight him.

“I’m just being honest.” I raised my hands in defense, noting how heavy my hoodie was no that is was soaked through and through. What was once a dark gray fabric had turned a deep black, sticking to my arms as if a layer of wet glue had been put in between it and my skin. Before shivers would start to run down my spine due to the cold, I pulled the hoodie off, leaving me in just a burgundy tank top.

“Too honest.” Alex frowned.

I shrugged in return and continued taking small bites of the ice cream he had bought me. It was honestly quite good, but I didn’t want to give in. There was a reason why I had been ignoring him in the first place, and if I gave in now he was going to expect me to be friendly towards him all the time. I didn’t need somebody following me around like a lost puppy. Trust me, I had had to deal with annoying people following me around before, and I was not ready to take the measures I usually took.

When the rain water in my hair started dropping down onto my back, trickling down slowly, I raked my fingers through the locks, knowing that I might have to deal with some red residue left on my hands afterward. Twisting and scrunching up the hair to my head, I pulled a hair tie off my wrist and left it in a horribly messy bun that even I wouldn’t usually wear around people. However, when I looked back at Alex, I saw him staring at me, taking in my entire appearance as if he hadn’t seen me naked just weeks before.

I stared back at him, one of my eyebrows raised, and waiting for him to notice I had caught him. But he seemed too interested in my figure. Not really appreciating him looking at me like that, I reached across the table and slapped him right out of it. It was just soft enough to not leave a mark, but painful enough to get him to jump a little in shock.

“Sorry,” he mumbled quietly as he rubbed his cheek, a blush spreading across his face while he quickly focused his gaze on his ice cream instead. I couldn’t help a small smile form on my lips due to his subtle embarrassment, but for once it wasn’t because I was trying to make it as uncomfortable for him as possible.

Not much longer, Alex noticed my unfixable phone of the table and pointed at it. “I thought you said you slipped and dropped it in a puddle.”

“I did,” I nodded, picking up the phone and dangling it between my thumb and pointer finger, “but then I kicked it on the road because it wouldn’t stop ringing. A truck came, nearly drove over it but just missed it, so I stomped on it instead.”

“Why the hell would you do that?!”

“Ever had somebody keep calling you even though you told them to leave you alone?” I asked before I could stop myself. I kept starting conversations with him, and I didn’t know why; I really had to stop.

Alex nodded, but I didn’t expect him to come with a story as well. “Yeah, my ex-girlfriend--who’s actually ready to stab you--wouldn’t stop calling me after we broke up. Apparently, I couldn’t just dump her after dating for nearly two years. I actually had to change my number. What about you? Do you have a crazy guy trying to call you?”

“You could say that,” I replied, going against my mind telling me to stop talking to him and get on with my own business, “I call him ‘the sperm donor’.”

Alex nearly choked on his ice cream, looking at me as if I was going to tell him I was joking. “A sperm donor? You’re trying to get pregnant?”

“No, you dip shit,” I deadpanned, looking at him like he was the stupidest person I had ever met. “I mean my biological father, alright? The asshole that was married to my mom until I was three.”

“...but Rian told me you live with your mom and dad…”

I glared at him, the anger in my veins beginning to boil once more. Why did Alex have to push me so far? Why couldn’t he leave well enough alone? “Well, I guess he didn’t tell you everything.” I snapped before returning my gaze to my ice cream, pushing the dessert back with a huff as I was no longer in the mood to play with his little game. I leaned back into my chair and folded my arms angrily, debating whether or not just to up and leave, but frowned as I noted the rain fall outside hadn’t eased up in the least. With no phone and no car, I was stuck with Alex whether I liked it or not.

“... your… father?” Alex slowly repeated, tongue forming the words as if they were foreign.

I gave a curt nod, “Yep. Now before I lose my shit, can we move onto the fact that Rian is spying on me for you?” I narrowed my eyes at the tall skinny boy in front of me. “Not that I didn’t know from the beginning, but come on… Rian?” I rolled my eyes. “He sucks ass at being a spy.”

“He wasn’t exactly my first choice.” He easily retorted instead of trying to deny the fact that he had indeed been spying on me. “It’s not like I had a lot of options. I mean, you kept pushing me away--”

“You were being a clingy little bitch.” I told him bluntly. “And you still are. Don’t expect this little...whatever you want to call it, to change anything. I still want you out of my life, Gaskarth.”

“And I already told you, that’s not gonna happen.” He smirked, licking that goddamn ice cream again with oddly hopeful eyes.

I raised a brow. “Because you’re stubborn as fuck, right?”
“You bet your ass.”

“Too bad you’re not the only stubborn one here,” I challenged, showing him that there was no way I was going to let some measly teenage boy try to flip my life around ‘for the better’.

“Look, I’m sorry that your dad is such an ass,” Alex sighed, switching back to the subject I so badly wanted to leave behind along with our short-lived harmony, “but you shouldn’t let him affect your life so much. I don’t know what he’s like or what he’s done, but you shouldn’t use him as an excuse to act in a way you know isn’t right. Everybody has demons in their life, but we can’t beat them without friends.”

I stared at him for a little longer than I should have. Something about what he said made total sense in my heart, yet seemed like the most idiotic thing in my head. Maybe there was a little denial; maybe my dad had been the one to turn me into this, but maybe it had been my destiny all along. I hadn’t always been like this, and I couldn’t figure out why Alex would know such a thing. Either he was way too good at figuring out the most difficult of people (A.K.A. me), or this had to be a complete coincidence.

“You don’t know shit, Gaskarth,” I seethed, pushing the bowl of ice cream harshly towards him, causing it to nearly fall on his lap. “How about you fuck off like I asked you to? Walking home through the rain doesn’t actually seem all too bad.”

As I started getting up, he tried to stop me. “I’m sorry if I said something wrong, but can’t do that, you don’t know the way.”

“Watch me.” I gave him one last hard look, the burning rage piercing right through him, before walking towards the door while his footsteps quickly followed.

Notes


The walls are breaking!!! Woooo!
I had some great help from my amazing cowriter for this chapter. She's the reason why the language sounds a lot better. I had one of those 'the words aren't coming are are sounding weird' sessions. They happen way too often.
Anybody able to come up with a ship name for Alex and Mickey? I'm not all too great at that either xD I love reading what people come up with.

Comments

@Daydreamers
A little cliffhanger here and there never hurt anybody....
Also, update. The epilogue is at 6679 words. Motivation and inspiration are low so it's taking me so long to even start writing. I know what needs to happen, I want to write it, but words aren't working.

i’ve been left with too many cliffhangers in the past to trust you lol

Daydreamers Daydreamers
7/13/20

@Daydreamers
There's nothing to be scared of....

i’m excited but scared at the same time

Daydreamers Daydreamers
6/16/20

@Daydreamers
It's probably because it went downhill so suddenly a quickly. There's no closure. The epilogue will end quite open...