[32] Mr. Player & Miss Stuck-up- 'It Couple'

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Chapter 32

[Alex's POV]

I sat there on the bed dumbfounded. I had no idea what to do. This all felt so unreal. I didn't know what to do. I was feeling slightly numb. As Dylan's words sunk in I felt various emotions-Anger, annoyance, and hurt. Yeah, a lot of hurt. I wanted to scream and cry at the same time. I wanted to shout my lungs out and get rid of all this frusturation. Because right now, I felt so damn hurt-again.

It seems that getting hurt is what always happens to me when I'm around Dylan. That fateful night when I kissed Dylan in the party. Now I wish that I'd never done that. If only I had controlled my anger, sucked-up my pride and walked away, I wouldn't be going through what I'm going through right now.

He liked Stacey. He fucking liked her! Tears started blurring my vision. Shit! I can't cry. Not for him. Not for anyone. And defintiely not here. I quickly got up and headed for the balcony. I bolted the door which led to it, locking myself outside so that no-one could disturb me.

My breath was coming ragged. I continuously wiped my eyes, not allowing a single drop of tear to escape. I couldn't cry. I promised myself that I'd never cry for a guy. Never ever. Especially not for Dylan Kennedy.

But it felt impossible, because I needed to cry. I needed to cry so damn bad. I needed to get this hurt and pain out of my system. And so I cried. I didn't bawl on and on for hours. The tears lasted for 2-3 minutes but I cried all the same. Honestly though, after the tears were reduced to small silent sobs, I felt awfully better.

But I felt hurt too. Could he actually hurt me anymore? Was that even possible? He had used me, played me, rejected me, kissed another girl...But to think he can actually have true, real, significant feelings for some other girl is so heart-breaking. So very heart-breaking.

But there is nothing I can possibly do, can I? I can't force anyone to have feelings for me. All I can do is accept this fact and move on.

Oh c'mon Alex! He likes her, not loves her!

But he led me on all the same. Just this evening we both shared yet another intimate moment of our own. In fact we even kissed some hours back! And now he likes her? This must have been so easy for him. Its all a game for him. How can I even forget he's a player? How can I?

So am I an option for him or something? He thinks he can mess around with me until he gets Stacey. What am I? His back-up girl? The second option?

I resisted the urge to cry more. I really did. Its no use crying for someone who doesn't care. I just felt betrayed. I don't even know why I felt like that, but thats how I really felt. I wanted to tell myself that it didn't hurt, but it did. It did a lot.

I finally got up, feeling slightly shaky. Wiped my eyes properly and headed back for the room. I unbolted the door and went inside and went back to sleep. Trying to sleep was hard. Flashes of Dylan and Stacey kissing filled up my mind. Stacey's girly voice played again and again in my mind. And then Dylan's voice and his confession.

Call me stupid, but a little part of my heart still hoped.

[Dylan's POV]

Stacey had her arms wrapped around me tightly, all the signs of sleep gone. But I just stared at the locked door which led to the balcony. Alex was there outside. I'd hurt her again.

Damn!

I'm such an idiot! A big time idiot! And a really unlucky one too. I make up my mind to confess my feelings to this one girl and mess up, ending up confessing to the wrong girl. Whats more, it had to be Stacey of all people! Now she has an excuse to be all clingy to me. In fact, she probably thinks we're a couple.

I wanted to go over and set things right. Tell Alex that confession was meant for her and not Stacey. I could do that, right?

Yeah right! Alex will never believe me. I've broken her trust too many times. Even if she does believes me, she will only end up rejecting me. Whats the use?

But I don't want to be tied down to a girl like Stacey...

Oh crap! I totally screwed up!

God save me.

****

[Alex's POV]

The storm had cleared up by the morning, but the sky was still filled with dark grey clouds. Everyone had woken up early in the morning and returned back to their homes to get ready for the school.

School.

Oh I was so NOT looking forward to school.

"And he bent down on one knee and held my hands and said 'I love you Stacey, I can't live without you!'" Stacey said sighing dramatically.

"Awww!" All the girl cooed. I rolled my eyes. Stacey was telling them all about Dylan's mid-night confession to her. It was the homeroom and all of the girls were sitting, giving all their attention to Stacey and 'ooh-ing' and 'aah-ing' at all te right moments. I had been there myself and I knew Dylan had not done anything like that. To be honest, he had sounded like a total moron when he confessed to Stacey last night.

I rolled my eyes. She's such a liar!

"We're going on a romantic date tonight!"

"Aaah!!!!" The girls gave little shrieks of delight. The whole class turned to look at them. The teacher gave them a dissapproving look.

"You're so lucky Stacey!"

"Yeah, you have Dylan!"

"Oh I always knew you guys would end up together!"

"You guys are the hottest couple of this school!"

My hands clutched the table tightly, causing my knuckles to go white. Can I kill this bitch? Correction: Can I kill these bitches ? All of them are so fake. I bet thats why they get along. They all hate Stacey, all of them. They're damn jealous of her. But they don't wanna fall under her bad books. They're so fake.

"I know, right? I'm not lucky, I deserve Dylan, more than other people" she said leaning towards my table, like she was saying that by 'other' she meant me. Oh of course she did! 

The bell rang and everyone got up to leave. I sighed. Homeroom had been pure torture, I'm not sure I can take that the whole day.

"She doesn't deserves him"

"Yeah, she thinks she's all that shit, but she's such a slut"

"Yeah, I wonder what he saw in her, she's ugly!"

"Yeah, really ugly!"

I rolled my eyes again. Remember what I said? Fake. Yeah, thats what.

****

"Stacey is with Dylan!?" Tia exclaimed.

I nodded, making a face. "Well, not exactly. But Dylan confessed he likes her and she said she likes him. Its obvious they are together!"

"What does he see in her?!"

"I don't know, and I don't care" I mumbled.

"Yeah right! I bet you do!"

I gave her a flat look. "Of course I do! I love him!"

Love, it felt strange saying that. But it was true. Maybe it was love. Or a major case of crush. But no, it had to be love. Thats why it hurt so damn  much to see Stacey running her fingers through Dylan's hair. 

"Screw it all! Lets just get drunk tonight, shall we? I really need to get drunk badly. Like really, really badly. And then hook up with some random guys and dance all night long!" I said, feeling suddenly excited.

"Alex, you know its school night, right?"

"I don't care! I'll make up some excuse, like we're studying or something and get drunk!"

"I'm not sure I can come..."

"Fine, I'll go on my own. To rockers. Yeah, thats the best place"

"They don't serve alcohol"

"Oh yes they do! I mean not really, but there is always someone who spikes the drinks. Always"

"Uh...you'll have to go alone" Tia said.

"Fine, whatever. I'll go alone" I muttered.

I really needed to get rid of all thsi stress. Loving Dylan was effecting me drastically.

****

My backpack dangled loosely down my back as I made my way through the parking lot. I could hear the same whisperings going on everywhere- Dylan and Stacey. Both of them alone themselves were so damn popular, being together had made them mega-popular. People had been constantly gossiping about them the whole day.

Which hadn't exactly been music to my ears.

"I love you!" I heard a girl-ish voice shout at the top of its voice.

Stacey Alert!

I turned like everyone else to see Stacey leaning casually on Dylan's shoulder. Her arms were wrapped around his. Dylan had one of his arms around Stacey's waist. I had seen Dylan with loads of girls, but nothign could compare to the pain I felt now as I saw him with Stacey. He really was with her. This was the real deal. And it hurt.

Dylan looked slightly uncomfortable. Well, not that it really showed. But I could see it anyway. He didn't look all calm and collected like he usually did. Why is that?

Huh! I shouldn't care.

I turned away and made my way to the car. I need to get Dylan out of mind right now.

****

The music was so loud that it was causing the room to vibrate. The room was not entirely dark. There were various bright colourful disco-lights lightenign it up. The speakers were blasting loud dance music. Bodies were grinding against each other and there was a slight smell of alcohol in the air. 

I felt guys eyeing me. Well, I did look hot. I'd put on a tight denim skirt with a sequined back-less top with  four-inch heels and I had started dancing as soon as I had entered this place. A hot lookign guy walked up to me.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked, smiling flirtatiously.

"Hell yeah!" He disappeared into the crowd but emmerged 2-3 minutes later with a glass of cola. But i was sure it had a dash of alcohol in it.

"You do drink alcohol, right?"

I nodded and gulped in the whole glass at once. My throat burned. Guess there wasn't just a 'dash' of alcohol, but a lot of it in there. 

"Lets dance!" I shouted over the music and grabbed his hands, leading him to the center of the dance floor. I led his hands to my waist and let him wrap his arms around it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we started dancing to the music. Our bodies danced in synch, our eyes locked into each other. His eyes were a bright electric blue. His hair was dark and spiky.

I turned around and we started grinding. His hands trailed up and down my body and stopped for a longer than usual time on my butt. I didn't care. I couldn't care about anything at the moment. I jsut wanted to act reckless and stupid.

"Drinks?" he whispered.

I nodded and we made our way to the drinks bar. He brought two colas and I noticed how stealthily he poured alcohol into each of the glasses from the flask he had hidden under his jacket. After 3 or 4 glasses, I was drunk. I could feel it. My hair was whipping crazily around me as I danced. I had no clue what I was doing, or with who I was dancing. All I knew was I was drunk and had no control over myself. The room was spinning slightly. Music was pounding hard. I felt a hand on my waist.

I turned to see a guy I didn’t recognize. Right now, I didn’t care. We started grinding and dancing. His hands shamelessly roamed all over my body. I’d never done anything like this. I wasn’t the one with the What-the-hell-I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude. I’d never acted this reckless. But right now, I was acting like that.

‘I like it’ by Enrique was being played on at the moment. Our bodies got closer and soon I could feel his warm breath on my neck, causing it to tingle. He drew closer and planted a kiss on my neck. I stiffened a bit but didn’t stop him. His tongue moved sloppily on my neck, trailing a path up to my lips. He planted his lips on mine. I started kissing him back and gladly gave him entry inside my mouth when he wanted. We kept kissing furiously. His hands groped me at places. Right now, I didn’t care.

He grabbed my hands and led me to a corner. Pushing me up against the vibrating wall he stared kissing my neck, inching closer and closer to my cleavage. I ran my fingers through his hair. They weren’t soft. They weren’t like Dylan’s.

Dylan.

I loved him.

And that brought me back to my senses. What the hell was I doing?! Making-out with a random stranger? That’s not me! But I couldn’t bring myself to stop this guy either as he continued kissing me with full force. His lip didn’t feel the way Dylan’s did, he didn’t taste like Dylan- sweet and spicy.

He wasn’t Dylan.

I tried to push him away, but I felt weak.

“Leave…” I mumbled against his lips.

He didn’t let go. He kept kissing me. I tried to push again but he wasn’t stopping. Tears sprang into my eyes. I felt helpless. I was drunk, I wanted him to stop, but I felt weak.

“Don’t—“

He wasn’t stopping. My nails dug into his back. He backed away a bit, gasping for breath and started kissing me again. My lips were moving on its own accord. His hands trailed over my bare stomach and then reached underneath my top. I was shocked by how cold and unpleasant his hands felt on my skin as he groped me.

“No—“

He pushed me towards the couches meant for sitting and pushed me down on them. He was on top of me now. His hands trailed all over my body as he forcefully shoved his tongue down my throat.

“Leave!” I exclaimed. But he wasn’t stopping. He tasted like alcohol and cigarettes. He was drunk. I pushed him again, this time with more force, causing him to stumble and fall down. I got up and walked away. The room was spinning dangerously around me. It was a surprise how I left the Rockers club without stumbling on my heels.

Outside the bitter cold met against my skin, causing me to shiver furiously.

“All my life, I’ve been good, But now…I’m thinking WHAT THE HELL!” I was surprised as I heard myself singing Avril Lavigne’s song on the top of my voice in the middle of the street. A couple of passerby’s gave me funny looks.

I suddenly felt a hand clasp around mine. I turned to look at who it was, ready to scream profanities at the person. Except my eyes met a pair of beautiful green-blue eyes. I felt butterflies in my stomach. It suddenly got hard to breath.

And then I puked

A/N- Sorry to end it here, But I thought this was getting really long. How was this chapter? I bet many of you wanted Dylan to come to the club and rescue Alex form that drunk guy, but c’mon that would be really clichéd. So I didn’t do that even if that was my initial plan. Please vote and comment.

P.S- My exams are starting soon, means no updates for like 2-3 week :’( Sad, right? I know. I will try to update one more time, but no promises, really neck-deep in school work.

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