(**AUTHOR'S NOTE** I made a few year mistakes in the last entry...the year in this story is 2007, which is the year All Time Low went on Warped. So Hannah was actually 12 when her mother died and it had been 6 years, not 9.)
I couldn't sit still all day at Northside. Alex and his wonderful kiss kept running through my head. I was yelled at in 5 different classes, and as the final bell rang, I was never more grateful to pack up my things and go. It was a rainy day outside, and as I ran into the school's large parking lot, I saw one solitary figure leaning on a car. I ran as fast as I could to Alex and leaped in his arms.
"Alex! You actually came!" I cried in delight. The rain was soaking through my clothes, and I was surprised that Alex felt so warm through his drenched clothes.
"Of course...I told you I would, didn't I?" He murmured softly. He kissed the top of my head. I smiled and hugged him tighter.
I could hear shrieks coming from across the lot as my friends saw me and my mystery boyfriend who I had been talking about all through homeroom and the rest of the day. They ran over. I looked quickly. It was Sophie, Georgia White, and Ivy Callahan. They were squealing as they took in Alex's full presence.
"I'm sorry, ladies, but I'm kind of preoccupied right now, so please save your ogling for a more convenient time." Alex smiled over my head at my friends.
They laughed and let me and Alex be. It was just us alone, cuddling against a car as everyone else drove off, with the occasional kiss as we talked and laughed about our days. However, our perfect moment was ruined as a harsh, raspy laugh pierced the air between us.
"Isn't this such a fucking perfect little couple?" I looked angrily over to see Justin Aevale standing about five feet away with his arms crossed. His face was smug and he smelled disgustingly of marijuana and alcohol. His sandy hair was tousled and disheveled and his clothes were a mess.
"What the hell do you want, Justin?" I became angry as he continued to stare at me.
"Oh, nothing, just looking for the asshole who stole my girl. By the way, Hannah, everyone thinks you're white trash now 'cause you moved on so quickly. Guess I didn't mean anything to you. It's a shame, I wanted you to cry over me like every other girl has. But after five minutes of that you decided to go and just fucking hook up with the next loser to ever have the misfortune to meet you." Justin's words were like dry ice as I was shaken to the core.
"Okay, look, Justin. You broke up with me, and quite frankly, you're DRUNK. So shut the hell up. And yeah, I did cry over you. But Alex here was kind enough to comfort me and make me feel special, like you NEVER did. So don't go talking to me about that." I retorted sharply.
He faked being stabbed in the heart. "Oh, and that hurts so much. Anyway, point is, I decided I want you back. I want my girl back. You're mine, not fucking his." He shouted.
Alex started getting up. "Hey, um, please calm down. I think you're drunk and that's not good...so please take a step back and I'll drive you home." He was such a sweetie. Alex was genuinely worried about the safety of my jerk ex...because he knew he once meant something to me.
"NO! I won't be told to calm down by a fucking GIRL-STEALER! She's fucking MINE! Back the FUCK off!" Justin yelled. He pulled something black out of his pants pocket. My insides melted as I realized what it was.
"ALEX! GET AWAY!" I screamed, sobbing, and desperately ran over to Alex, getting in front of him and facing Justin as the tears ran down my face.
It was pointed at me and I heard something. Alex and I fell backwards simultaneously as my mind refused to register what had just happened and I blacked out.