Okay this is chapter 2 :D Good luck reading the story M rated for a reason(: Wild yet deep in the same time of course, with our little ali and kk together. But will Ali put up with KK's ideas of going back! Will she! *dramatic music* a little too much, that's what I thought. But whatever it fits SCRIBBLED IN INK!
"Kyle, I am NOT going back to Manhatten!" I protested angrily as he grabbed my arm dragging me along with him. "Come back to my place with me instead."
"OH hell, why?" He groaned as if I was making him do something he didn't want to do. Probably so, but it was for my stablity.
"Because I bet my place is better than yours." He raised an eyebrow and I sighed, shaking my head "That was a total bullshit comeback wasn't it?"
He nodded "Yes,"
I looked up at him and glared "Fuck you." I growled and began to walk down the sidewalk, he caught up with me easily like I was no challenge. Oh, but little did he know I was. I was a great challenge. Just ask Percy... Fuck you Percy...
"Fuck you too." he said casually, I rolled my eyes and shoved my hands in my pockets.
"Just come to my place, Effs would probably want to see you."
"Effy?"
"Yes!" I snapped "Yes, Effy Vega, in other words Efison Vega."No shit,that's dumb ass, her full name... I wanted to slap Kyle's expression off of his face. He looked on the verge of amused and bewildered at all the same time. It was weird.
"HEr name is Efison?" He questioned in disbelief, clueless, what did he think her full name was? Victoria? I stared up at him with a quirked eyebrow, in annoyance. Why was it so hard to believe that Effy was named Efison? I mean turly if that wasn't it, her mother was probably trying to say fucky but came out as Effy, when she was trying to name the baby.
"Not the point." I said rolling my eyes and sighed.
"So what now, Alex?"
"Come back to my place!"
"Why should I?" His english accent was back to being ice cold, I groaned in fustration of how he was acting so definite.
"Because I fucked up our relationship and you deserve an explaination." I rolled my eyes as I quoted Kyle's harsh words. Tool. Cmplete british tool. I grabbed a cigarette pack and a lighter out of my bag and lit it, then took a deep drag.
"I know you're mocking me."
"Am not!"
"Are so, I think it's rude." He said "Especailly with all the shit you've put me through."
"Put you through? Do you see where I'm working? DO you know how difficult it was to leave? Do you know how little money Effy and I had?" I questioned angerily. He was selfish. SO fucking selfixh! What did he think I enjoy working in a joint like this, leaving my friends, my boyfriend. DId he think I was all laughs and smiles when I left! I cried all the way to Long Islandon on the bus! I was living in hell for nine months.
"I was too far in, this is fucked up, Alex!"
"I never promised you a ray of light, I never promised there'd be sunshine everyday. You decided you wanted me when you kissed me. I didn't force this upon you!" I yelled as some people glanced at Kyle and I. I just glared at them and they minded their own business. "You made me go crazy!"
"That's what love is suppose to do to you, it's suppose to make you go mad, and right now your making me go mad." He cupped my face then pressed his lips against mine, I moaned and warpped my arms around his neck.
HE wrapped his arms around my hips.
We ended up on my bed in my room, in my apartment that I shared with Effy. I moaned against his lip as they made contact with my neck, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the matress, gripping his hair. He pulled my dress over my head and grinned down at me, I could the lust in his eyes as I kicked off my boots and pulled off his clothes. I hoped Effy wasn't home, I did. I didn't want her to hear us, I hoped if she were home, she wouldn't be anry with me.
I ran my hands down his tan muscles and moaned as he stroked my legs. I was finally going to give myself away to some one that I wanted. Not a rapis. Not a boy that cheated on me. I was scribbled in ink. Every page was splattered with ink. My book seemed never to have a happy ending. Until now. There was no rape on my page, no blood, no hurt. It was what I wanted all along. This was what I wanted for the longest time.
He ripped my fishnets off, and he stared at my black lace bra with knitted eyebrows. He grappled with my bra clasp, quickly frustrated that it was such a challenge to him. Sure, he could hold drag me all the way to a another street with me kicking and yelling, but he couldn't unhook a simple bra.
I laughed and unhooked it myself. The lacy garment was no longer his concern, but what lay beneath it, barely concealed. He ripped the bra off and tossed it aside.
I smacked him. "I liked that one! What the hell! You'll pay for that later!"" I stopped in my mid sentence when I heard a door knock. Fuck!
"Alex! What the fuck is going on in there!"
"Effy, go away, I'm busy!" I fought back a moan as Kyle kissed down my chest.
"Oh I get it," I knew the meaning to that statement. Effy world it's saying "Great job, Garcia!" or something similiar.
I heard footsteps, so I guessed she left me alone, I got back to what I was orginally doing and I noticed the full on lust in his eyes. I was shocked that Kyle was capable of having that much type of emotion in his eyes.
"Tell me you love me," He said as he pulled down my underwear.
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you." I whispered over and over again
"I love you too," He pressed his lips against mine, but this kiss was soft, not rough and passionate.
It was love.
THe sun peeked through the cutrains and I sighed noticing a small scratch on a Kyle's back, probably from me. I looked at the clock and my eyes grew wide. Shit! Oh my Gods! It was twelve I'm late! Lylod is going to kill me! Shit! Shit! Shit! I carefully got out of the bed and made my way to the closet, grabbing a black lace bra and matching underwear along the way. Gray cotton long tank with a multicolored Union Jack and guitar print on front. Superfine sleeveless tank has a scoop neck with a racer back, black ripped skinny jeans and naja cutout heels. I grabbed my favorite black leather jacket that I called love in the form of a leather jacket. I ran to the bathroom and put my hair in a messy bun and did my make up quickly, yet it looked perfect. I grabbed my bag and made my way out of the bedroom, leaving a sleeping Kyle.
I saw Effy at the counter, with a coffee in her hand.
"Late,"
"Hell yeah." I said "Lylod is going to kill me!"
"Oh no he won't, he's too much of a pussy to." She said
I glared at her "Just give me the coffee so i can go."
She smiled in accomplishment and "Here you." She handed me the coffee then I ran out of the apartment .
I walked to Conrtol Moan, which was closed because it was day time, but everyone knew you had to o through the back to get in. So I went through the back. I saw the band waiting and whining to Lylod,who had his arms crossed and had a death look on. I sighed and walked up the stage.
"Sorry I'm la-"
"Doesn't matter, just get the song done."
"Okay, guys?" I asked turnin to the band and they just nodded getting ready.
"One, two, Three, Four!" I said in the microphone.
R -O -C -K -Mafia
Creation shows me what to do
I'm dancing on the floor with you
And when you touch my hand
I go crazy, yeah
The music tells me what to feel
I like you now
But is this real
By the time we say goodnight
I'll know if this is right
And I feel you (you) coming through my veins.
Am I into you (you) or is it music to blame?
Who owns my heart
Is it love or is it art
'Cause the way you got your body movins got me confused
And I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks
Who owns my heart
Is it love or is it art
You know I wanna believe that we're a masterpiece
But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark
Who owns my heart
The room is full
But all I see is the way
Your eyes just blaze through me
Like fire in the dark
We're like living art
And it hits me
Like a tidal wave
Are you feeling me?
Or is the music to blame?
Who owns my heart
Is it love or is it art
'Cause the way you got your body movins got me confused
And I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks
Who owns my heart
Is it love or is it art
You know I wanna believe that we're a masterpiece
But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark
Who owns my heart
So come on, baby
Keep on roping me
Keep on roping me
Like a rodeo
Baby, hold me close
Come on
Here we go (x3)
And it hits me
Like a tidal wave
Are you feeling me
Or is the music to blame
Who owns my heart
Is it love or is it art
'Cause the way you got your body movins got me confused
And I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks
Who owns my heart
Is it love or is it art
You know I wanna believe that we're a masterpiece
But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark
Who owns my heart
I sucked in a deep breath and exhale peacefully, that was awesome, that has to be the best performance/partice I have done since I got here. I looked at Lylod who was staring at me.
"What happen?"
"What do you mean?"
"You sound lively." He noted "Why?"
I smiled "I think I'm in love."
Three days that's not bad! :D Could have uploaded faster but whatever(:
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