Olivia P.O.V

[Two Months Later]

We walked onto the party scene, hand in hand, just like we used to. The truth was…I hated the party scene, I hated everything about it. I hated the drinks, the drugs, the guys, the girls, the fights, the sex…everything. But, when I was away from Alex, I missed it. I didn't like going to parties alone. The only thing worse than being on the party scene, was being on the party scene, alone.

"Alex," I whispered, squeezing his hand. He turned to look at me, smiling. "Let's not drink tonight…" I sighed, frowning.

"No drinking, I promise." He smiled, kissing me. He dragged me into someone's house, making all the memories come flooding back.

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3 hours later and Alex still wasn't drunk, and he hadn't left my side all night, that meant he wasn't cheating. I was sitting beside him in the kitchen of the house we were in. I noticed it was more of a mansion, and it looked like a girl lived there. I wanted to look around, but I didn't want to leave Alex. After a while I got bored and walked around, looking at random things.

"If it isn't little Olivia," I heard a voice sneer from behind me. I turned around and was face to face with Angela.

"Hey Angela," I swallowed hard and turned around to walk away, but she stopped me.

"Are you here with Alex?" She asked, emphasizing his name.

"Like you don't already know," I spat, rolling my eyes.

"How could you give him another chance…? I mean, after he cheated, and how he never cared when you were in the hospital after that accident. After he just left you behind…" She trailed off, shrugging. "…after he started dating me."

"He never dated you!" I yelled, whipping back around to face her. "He never EVER liked you!"

"Really…? Because, he sure liked me when he told me he loved me." She smirked, shrugging again. I felt my eyes burn, so I turned around and walked away, before I humiliated myself even more.

Jack was at the bottom of the stairs with Zack and Rian. Alex was off somewhere else, probably with a girl. But I didn't care anymore; I didn't care about anything anymore.

"What's wrong?" Zack asked, grabbing my arm as I stomped down the stairs.

"I knew it was too good to be true! I never should've trusted him again!" I yelled, tears falling down my cheeks.

"What are you talking about?" Jack yelled over the music.

"Alex! He loves Angela! I knew he was over me! I knew he never cared!" I screamed, walking out of the house, with the three boys in tow.

"No! No! Now, what the hell are you talking about?" Rian asked, following me to my car.

"She told me they dated; she told me he said he loved her." I cried as Jack pulled me into his arms.

"They didn't date." Jack whispered, "He kept trying to get her to leave him alone. He never liked her; he thought she was clingy and annoying."

"Then…?" I asked, pulling my head out of his chest, wiping my tears.

"To get you angry..? To get you to break up with him…?" Rian laughed sourly. I sighed and nodded, knowing they were right. Angela hated me, for reasons I didn't know. I wiped some remaining tears and opened the car door; Alex was sitting there, staring out the window.

"I love you." He whispered, "I loved you!" Then he got out of the car and walked to Rian's car, getting in the backseat. I sighed and started the car, pulling away from the party scene, but only for tonight.

No one was home, as expected. Mom was probably on a date, and Mackenzie was probably over at a friends. I slammed the front door and walked into the house, kicking walls and knocking random things off of tables.

"I fucked up!" I yelled, kicking a magazine I had knocked on the floor. "I was wrong! I shouldn't have believed her, I should've asked you! I should've known the truth!"

I stayed quiet for a few minutes as I sunk to the floor, sliding down the wall. I put my head in my hands as I cried. This wasn't supposed to be like this, it wasn't supposed to end. But at least someone got what they wanted. Who knows about me and Alex? He may never forgive me, no matter how much I want him to.

"I love you..." I cried, leaning back against the wall. I stood up and walked into the kitchen, searching through all my drawers, looking for a knife. Looking for my release. I found one and walked up to my bathroom; sitting on the floor in front of my toilet I examined the knife in my hand, and my bare arm.

I heard the door downstairs open, and I heard someone running up the stairs, but I ignored it and forced the knife along my arm. A line of blood trailed down my arm, dripping to the floor. At that exact moment I let my last tear fall, at that exact moment I felt nothing. At that exact moment Alex walked in, ready to work this out.

"Alex!" I felt my heart leap, it was also screaming his name.

"God dammit," He yelled, grabbing the knife and throwing it in the sink, before picking me up and taking me downstairs. "Why did you do it?"

"I love you…" I whispered into his shoulder, "I love you…"

"I love you too…" he whispered back, kissing me quickly. "That's why I want you to stop this! And I want to get this one taken care of!"

"Okay, just…get some medical tape and some gauze out of the closet over there. And I can do the rest." I nodded, feeling a little light headed. He brought me what I needed and I fixed my arm up.

"Promise me." He whispered.

"Okay…" I trailed off, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"Promise you'll stop this, and you'll believe me when I say 'I love you'" He whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. I looked up into his eyes and nodded before pecking his lips.

"I promise." I smiled, kissing him again. That night I fell in love, with what we were, not what we could be.

So, drama? This one was WAY confusing, but I didn't really have an idea on what I wanted to do with this story…I think this gave me a couple of ways to go with it. But if anyone has any ideas for the next chapter, I'd LOVE help, and I'd love you, for being amazing! Obviously. So if anyone has any ideas, just email me and we can discuss it :D Thanks for reading!