She's No You

Chapter 14

Disclaimer: Hey guys! I do not own Summerland or the cast, I just own the fictional characters, the story line and the title of the story, She's No You. I do not own the song, She's No You by Jesse McCartney. So...no stealing! Thanks guys!

A/N: Okay! This chapter is really exciting, lol. It is definitley different, but that's just me...I'm a very unique writer...so...read and review!

I watched as he kissed her. Why was I feeling this painful throb in my heart? Why was my mind telling me to go and pull that girl off of him and slap her until she's dead? Why was I so into this? Lucas knew. I could tell by his facial expression. I wanted to tell him that I didn't care. I wanted to tell him that it didn't phase me, that it was Bradin's life...not mine. I wanted to tell him...but I couldn't. I couldn't because I knew the truth and I knew it really did bother me. I didn't feel the tears fall down my face. "I knew it. I knew him. I told you," I looked at Lucas. I walked over to a little card table that was set up and poured some of the alcohol that was in a pitcher into a see-through cup. I didn't even realize it was alcohol until I took a sip and felt it slowly burn my throat. I made a sour face and then chugged the cup.

"Avery--"

"No, Lucas," I pointed my finger at him and then poured another cup. I took another sip and then looked back up at him. "Don't 'Avery' me," I said. I felt a little dizzy. I could feel the blood rushing around my system. I had never had alcohol before. I never did anything like that...ever! If my parents saw me, I'd be grounded for the rest of my life.

"Avery, put down the cup. You need to get home. Bradin isn't worth it. Plus, I'm sure it's all on Sara's part. He's walking over here right now," Lucas said. I saw him look behind me. I didn't have the strength--nor balance--to turn and look at what he was looking at.

"Avery?" I heard Bradin behind me. He walked in front of me and looked at me long and hard with a frown. "Were you drinking?" He asked. I nodded my head slowly. "I better take you home--"

"That's not the point!" I yelled loudly. "You...were...kissing her," I said as I tried to take in as much oxygen as possible. I took another big gulp of the alcohol, finishing up my second glass. "You in biiig trouble, mister." I shook my finger at him and began to giggle. "I can't believe you kissed her!" I laughed. I didn't know what I was saying.

"Avery, come on. I need to take you home," Bradin sighed. Just then, we heard whistles and men yelling, 'This is the police! Everyone freeze!'

Part 2

A/N: Okay, on this part you're going to have to "roll" with me, lol. Okay, I mention that they are in this jail, right? Well, you have to realize that I've never been in prison nor arressted before, so this is ALL FROM MY IMAGINATION! Please don't hold me accountable for any of this! Thanks!

I slowly opened my eyes. I had no idea where I was besides the fact that I was no longer on the beach. I looked around and saw Bradin with his head down. I finally realized where I was. I was in a jail cell. A police officer walked over when he saw me sit up, nervous. "Are you okay?" He asked me softly, but firmly. I nodded and looked around. I saw a puke bucket below my "bunk". I realized I had been extremely drunk. "You're very lucky, miss. You were really drunk. If it weren't for your friend here, you would have been in jail by yourself, alone." He sighed.

"What are you talking about? I wouldn't be in jail if it weren't for him," I glared at Bradin. He looked up at me. His eyes were a dark green. I could tell he was furious and upset.

"You don't remember a thing, do you?" He muttered and hung his head down towards the cement, again. "Let me fill you in...

"This is the police! Everyone freeze!" They yelled loudly. I stumbled around as Bradin tried to pull me away. Lucas and all of the other teenagers scattered.

"Avery! Come on!" Bradin yelled as he tried to drag me away so we could get away like the rest of the clan. I felt my stomach curl and all of my lunch came up in front of me. I felt warm hands pull my long locks back out of my face and support me as I puked in the sand. "It's okay." He soothed. "You're going to be okay."

"How old are the two of you?" An officer asked.

"We're both sixteen," Bradin replied with a sigh.

"You both know that you have pocession of alcohol at an illegal age here," the officer stated, writing up tickets.

"Yes, sir," Bradin agreed as he pulled me up from the sand. I felt like I was going to collapse. He helped me to my feet.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to contact your parents," the officer sighed.

"I live with my aunt and she's not home," Bradin said.

"Me...neither," I muttered out between breaths.

"Then the both of you are going to have to come down to the station until your legal gaurdians can pick you up," the officer sighed.

"And that's how we got...here," Bradin muttered and looked around the cell. The officer had left to talk to another officer and we were alone. Bradin and I were on opposite sides of the cell. It was nice of him to help me while I was sick and to stick with me, but it never would have happened if he hadn't kissed Sara.

"If you didn't lock lips with Sara, I would have never been drinking in the first place," I muttered and looked down at my scaly hands. I was cold. It was probably from me getting sick so much. I rubbed my bare arms to try and get the blood moving.

"So that's it? You think I like Sara?" He laughed sarcastically. "So, it's all my fault that you made the wrong decision to drink? That sounds real good." He said sarcastically. "And first of all, I wasn't kissing Sara. She was drunk and high and was kissing me. I pushed her away while you were chugging alcohol and went to talk to you. Why would you even think that I liked her?"

Tears were filling my eyes. "Because you dated her before. I know how much you liked her. How can those feelings just go away like that? Plus, you and her seem like the kind of people that go together. Popular, cute, people. People that other people live to be. People that make differences in the world by making money and being rich and famous. People like her."

Bradin looked at me long and hard. He then came over and sat next to me. He put his hand on mine and turned me to face him. "Sara may be popular, she may have money, she may look good with me, she may be all of those things that you said she is," he said softly. I looked down as a tear dripped off the side of my cheek. I felt his index finger under my chin as he lifted it. "But she's no you."

A/N: AHhh! Tear! That's the end of it :-(. I will be putting an epilogue out after, so STAY TUNED!!