A/N So I completely love Justin and Alex. They have some great chemistry. This will be a Jalex - I'm sure your not suprised. It doesn't seem like it right now, but trust me: this story will be extremely graphic. That is why I'm rating it M.

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.

1:04 pm

Alex felt her stomach turn as she left her English class. She walked down the school's hall hoping she wouldn't accidentally bump into… him. Oh yeah, the last thing she needed was to run into him only so she could stutter with anxiety. Alex couldn't face him right now. She was too confused to talk rationally with him. She couldn't think rationally, anyway.

She didn't know what to think.

Alex was happy that it was finally 6 period. It was lunch now so she didn't have to worry about dealing with another class and trying with all her might not to zone out to the point where she wasn't paying attention to her teacher or her classmates. At least now Alex had the opportunity to think without any interruptions.

She walked straight into the girl's bathroom. It was completely empty, thank god. During lunch time the bathrooms are usually always empty so Alex wasn't surprised, she was just thankful.

She went into a stall and sat down on the toilet, holding her book bag tightly against her chest.

And then… she started to cry.

Her sobs were beginning to dangerously echo through the bathroom. She feared that someone might walk in and hear her crying so she buried her face into her book bag.

What was wrong with her? Alex felt so disgusted by herself. She let this happen. If it wasn't for her stupid lack of responsibility and common sense she wouldn't be in this position right now.

Suddenly she heard footsteps in the distance. The bathroom door swung open and Alex stopped crying almost automatically. She slowly took her feet and placed them on top of the toilet, prompting her thighs against her chest.

Alex eyes grew wide when she saw the shadow of someone's figure coming near the stall she was in. Judging by the size of this figure she assumed it wasn't a girl.

Why would a guy be in the girl's bathroom? Alex thought to herself.

She looked down and saw the feet of this unknown person. She gasped, the book bag still up to her face. She knew who it was. Only one person wore black converse with neon shoelaces.

"Alex," she heard him call out her name. She felt cornered. How did he know she would be in here? "Alex, come on. I know you're in there."

She took her book bag away from her face. "Go away, I don't want to talk to you right now!" She yelled out, her eyes becoming wet again.

There was silence for a moment.

"I'm not leaving." The tone of his voice made Alex's heart grow weak. It was laced with so much concern and sympathy. "We need to talk about this."

Alex put her hand up to cheeks, wiping away her tears. She didn't want him to know she had been crying. "Can't… we talk after we get home?" She mentally cursed to herself. Her voice was all crackly and breaking.

"You're crying." He said to himself. She saw his feet getting closer to her stall. "Alex, I'm sorry."

Sorry… Alex couldn't take it anymore. She broke down completely.

As she cried violently to herself, he went up to her stall, trying desperately to open the door which was locked.

Alex stopped crying and got up from the toilet. She slowly opened the stall. He backed away from her, his eyes studying her with some type of worry.

"Justin-" She looked at him. Her stomach felt queasy suddenly. Something about seeing his face for the first time since this morning made her feel sick inside. "Justin… What are we going to do?" She asked him in a whisper.

His eyes fell to the floor. "I don't know."

Alex put her hand to her head. She felt dizzy as if someone spun her around for a very long time.

"This is all my fault." Justin's eyes met hers. "I'm sorry, Alex." He was looking at her with so much guilt.

"No, Justin! This isn't your fault." Alex walked up to him and placed a hand on his arm. "It's my fault. I threw that stupid party in the first place."

"But I didn't stop it!" Justin yelled out.

Alex saw that he was holding tears back. His eyes were getting red and he kept swallowing with nervousness. Alex tightened her grip on his arm. He looked her and she gave him a look that said 'I'm not mad at you'.

A tear fell from Justin's eye and he quickly took the back of his hand and wiped it away.

"We're lucky Mom and Dad aren't back yet…" He said under his breath.

"Do we have to tell them… you know…" Alex stopped for a second. She took a deep breath before she continued"…about last night?"

Justin shook his head. "No."

"What about Max?"

Justin's eyes grew wide. "Definitely not Max. He can never know about this."

There was silence again. Justin and Alex looked at each other for a very long time.

Alex honestly wasn't mad at him. She mad at herself. She started to cry again but this time she didn't bother to stop herself. Crying felt good.

Justin placed a hand on her shoulder and he gently squeezed it.

"I'm so sorry, Justin…" Alex sobbed.

"Don't be. It's not your fault."

He than embraced her in a tight, comforting hug. They stayed like that until the bell range.

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10:35 am

"Oh, Alex… I wasn't expecting you to be here."

Normally Alex would never go to the guidance counselor for advice but she was desperate. She didn't know what else to do.

"I don't need an appointment, do I?" She was standing near the door.

The guidance counselor shook her head with a smile. "No, no, no. Take a seat my dear."

Alex hesitantly walked over to a big, comfy looking couch that was centered near a window that had it's shades closed. It gave the room a very dark and gloomy effect. She sat down slowly. The counselor's eyes were studying her with this fake interest. It annoyed her and made her feel less than comfortable.

"So… I don't know how to explain this but-"

"Yes?" The counselor raised her eyebrows, putting a hand on her chin.

Alex didn't like this counselor. She was too 'cheerful'. She was a middle aged woman, probably in her late thirties, with blondish hair and a very skinny figure. She wore red rimmed glass with thick lenses, making her green eyes appear bigger than they actually were.

"Don't be afraid to talk," The counselor said with a smile. "everything that is said in this room is purely confidential."

Alex nodded her head. "Right… Well, you see I made a massive mistake yesterday and I-"

"Don't call them mistakes. Everything happens for a reason."

"Well, I did something that I really regret."

"Regrets are just lessons that aren't learned from."

"Okay, whatever. Look, what would you do if you did something insanely disgusting - so disgusting that if anyone were to find out they'd never look at you the same way again?"

The counselor gave Alex a confused face. "Do you think what you did was 'disgusting'?"

"Well of course I-" She broke off. She put her hand up to her chest and sighed roughly. It was disgusting. The whole thing was morally wrong…

So why was she feeling so confused?

"At the time I didn't' think it was disgusting but-"

"But now you do find it disgusting, right?"

Alex looked down at her lap. "I guess…" She shook her head. "Honestly I don't know. I don't what to think."

"That's perfectly natural. Sometimes we all feel confused over our own lives."

Alex tried to fake a understanding smile. "Yeah, I guess."

"Do you want to explain to me what happened? It could help, you know, getting your thoughts out completely."

She laughed sarcastically. How could she explain what happened last night? "I don't know. It's really bad."

"I promise I will not tell anyone." The counselor put her hand to her heart.

Alex swallowed hard. She suddenly felt dizzy. "you know what. I suddenly remembered I have this thing that I really need to go to right now." She left her seat, walking backwards towards the door. "I'll come back later - maybe tomorrow during lunch."

"Oh, okay." The counselor looked surprised.

Alex opened the door. "Uh, okay. Bye."

"Good by-"

She shut the door and nervously began walking to her fourth period class.

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2:45 pm

It was now after school and Justin was in his car, waiting for Alex. He always gave her a ride home.

He had his hand on his forehead and his elbow resting on the car's armrest. He felt sick inside. He didn't eat breakfast or lunch. The thought of food made his stomach turn.

His cell phone began to ring from inside his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was his Dad calling. He wanted to ignore the call because he didn't know what he would say to him.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Justin put his phone on top of the dashboard.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

If he answered it what would he say?

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Justin took the phone and flipped it open. But as he was about to hit the answer bottom he was startled by the sound of someone knocking on the car's window.

He looked away from the phone and saw Alex.

His phone stopped ringing (thank god). Justin unlocked the door and she opened it, getting into his car with a tired expression.

He started the engine as Alex was putting her book bag on the ground next to her legs.

He pulled out of the parking lot and starting driving down the street that led to there apartment.

"Dad called?" Alex asked him. Justin looked at her, seeing that she was staring at his phone.

"Uh, yeah." Justin went back to staring at the rode.

"Why didn't you answer his call?"

"I don't know what to say to him."

Alex sighed deeply. "You don't think Max is back do you?" She asked him, changing the subject casually.

Justin shook his head. "I don't think so. He's supposed to be spending the whole weekend at Jason's."

He kept one eye on Alex. She sunk back into her seat, completely unaware that he was staring at her at all. She had her head turned to her window. She looked at the moving traffic while Justin tore his eyes away from her.

"I don't want Mom and Dad to come back…" Alex said under her breathe. Her eyes were now closed.

Justin glanced at his sister. "I don't either…"

So......? Continue? Don't continue? Tell me what you think. ;)