22: not fucking ready

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S C O T T

"Later, Aunt Jessica!" I grab my backpack, cell phone, and the car's key before closing the door, not waiting to hear an love you from my mother's sister. I have no time to lose.

If Alison comes back, I need to be in school before her. Since the beginning of the month, I expect my ex-girlfriend to appear. To return to my life like she never left. Every morning, I try to prepare myself for her arrival, but it never works.

Every day since the beginning of the school year, when I notice she didn't come back yet, I let out the air I held, relieved. I'm not ready to see those blue-green eyes.

Before I even notice, I'm already parking at the school's lot. My mind is unfocused about everything that it's not Alison's arrival. I've been waiting for one whole year for my ex-girlfriend's return and that's driving me crazy, even far away she has something over me.

As I walk inside, my classmates part in each side of the hallway, shocked by someone that it's in the middle. Whispers and gossip take place in the whole school and people pity me as I head to my locker.

I swallow hard when I spot who everyone is staring at. My heartbeat goes frantic and I freeze at the same moment.

It can't be.

It's not possible that she's back right now.

I'm not fucking ready.

Please, don't turn around, Alison. I have butterflies on my stomach and the air catches in the back of my throat.

When my classmates next to me realize I just spotted my ex-girlfriend, they stop talking, and that makes her look exactly in my direction. The only thing I didn't want to happen.

It feels like I'm meeting her for the first time all over again.

She has a different atmosphere circling around. A much lighter one. Alison is a whole different person who I know now so little about.

Her caramel brown hair is different, stopping a little below her shoulders, wavy at the bottom, and those familiar blue-green eyes are bright again.

For a second, she's shocked but then she smiles at me as nothing happened between us and my mind goes crazy with those perfect white teeth.

I didn't know I missed her this fucking much. I quickly hide the effect she had over me, smiling back and along with that, my heart is breaking a little every time it beats.

Alison doesn't show any sign that she missed me and I'm surprised by is behind my ex-girlfriend, hand in hand with her.

Tristan Jacobs.

Jealously takes over me at the same moment and I need to control every ounce of my anger so I don't beat the hell out of him. She could be with anyone she wanted, but he was another story.

I don't even have time to say hello to them as I feel a hand on my shoulder, turning me around. I'm met by Caroline with a bright smile on her face.

She leans forward and before I know it, she kisses me. For one second, I'm surprised because one thing Alison didn't need was to see me with her ex-best friend right now.

But I can't forget she's with Tristan. I want to make her feel at least a bit of the jealousy I'm feeling right now. It's selfish as hell but I don't care.

Without thinking, I kiss Carol back, placing my hand on her waist while she brings hers to my hair.

After what it feels like hours, we part away and the blonde next to me has a smirk on her smudged lips. I can't look at Alison right now. I broke her again and with that, the last piece of my heart was gone.

What was I becoming?

I turn around so I don't need to spot her sad face that I know so well, but even without looking at Alison, I know she's on the verge of crying. Her heels click fast against the chilling cold floor as she goes away through the hallway.

Caroline tries to grab my hand as she watches her ex-best friend left but I don't let her. We are together just for the perks of it but now with Ali here, my ex-girlfriend is all I can think about.

As I head to the parking lot, I see Sofia, a cheerleader from the school's squad, and Michael, the linebacker from the football team that I'm captain. They are looking at something on the phone and I don't know why but when I see it's a video, that bothers me a lot.

They recorded the entire scene that just happened, from my kiss with Caroline to the heartbreaking expression on Alison's face. I can't let them post that, what I know they will do.

Alison is already ruined because of me and I can't let that video shatter her even more.

"Give me that damn cell phone, Johansson."

"Are you fucking crazy, dude?"

"I'm serious. I won't ask again." My voice is demanding and threatening. I'm tired of all this shit.

He gives me his phone, probably scared that I might do something to his position in the team. Sofia just leaves with a shocked face and quickly, I just delete the video.

The situation that just happened doesn't need to go viral.

"Learn to mind your own business next time." It's all I say after I hand his phone, losing no time to head towards my car.

Tears are forming in the corner of my eyes as flashbacks from that horrible night come flushing in my mind.

I'm unwanted.

Everyone thinks that being the golden boy is perfect, that I have zero problems in my life.

As my life is collapsing around me, I decide to go to the only place where I can forget everything.

The fucking bar.

It's been a while since I have been there due to my aunt's orders, but now, I don't care anymore.

A few drinks will definitely help.

{A/N: Hey lovelies! Everything needs to collapse before it can be built again, don't you think? Vote and comment if you liked! I definitely love to hear your thoughts ;)

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{A/N: Hey lovelies! Everything needs to collapse before it can be built again, don't you think? Vote and comment if you liked! I definitely love to hear your thoughts ;)

What do you guys think about aesthetics for this story?? Thanks so much for all the support!

Lots of love, Ally}

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