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Oh, I am now the co-writer to an awesome writer called Carlin Davis. Please check it out; it's called Shameless.
Lupe's POV;
I backed away slowly after a few moments; I looked straight into Alex's eyes. I suddenly didn't want to fight for his attention; I didn't want to make him like me. I wanted him to like me back.
"Lupe" He whispered softly, running his fingers through me hair which was still wet and the tips. I looked away, I felt so ashamed of what I've done. How can you explain it? I mean, I didn't like Alex. I just didn't want that bitch getting her claws into him, and taking him away from me. I'm so selfish.
"Lupe" Alex repeated, looking into my eyes, he leaned forward to kiss me again but I pushed him away, he looked at me wounded.
"Alex… Please" I stuttered, backing away, holding the small towel wrapped firmly around my body.
Alex looked at me confused, and then something dawned on him. "You used me, you… just… to… Kizzy" He chocked out, I nodded, looking away. Hoping this would be over soon. "I really liked you. I found you because I dreamt about you, and I guess… it wasn't the right girl. She wasn't a user… a slut" He spat, venom dripping from his words, tears streamed silently.
"And you have the audacity to cry" He said, I could tell you one thing; Alex doesn't shout. It's just not who he is, but when he gets angry, his whole speaking pattern changes, it becomes violent, darker.
He walked past me, as if I didn't exist. I dropped onto my knees crying after I heard the bus door slam behind me.
I kept on sobbing until I had run dry. I picked myself up shaking, I felt small and vulnerable, and Alex had shared my dream… I just went and ruined it. I didn't know what to do; I was nothing more than a small girl.
I went into my bunk and dressed quickly, I had no idea where anyone else was, probably at some after party. I was glad that no one had walked in on me, or Alex. It would've made everything that little harder.
I walked into this house where the after-party was; people came up and commented how much stage chemistry Alex and I had, I tried my best to smile. I wanted to find Jack or Rian or Zack so I could talk to them and get them... To help me…
I knocked on a door, I could hear something behind the door, but no one answered, I opened it, to see two people on the bed.
"Oh, I'm so sor-" I started, until I saw it was Alex and Kizzy. I gasped and almost screamed, expect an arm hooked around my waist and pulled me away.
"Are you okay?" A deep husky voice asked me, it was Andy.
I nodded, to afraid to speak.
"C'mon, let's get you back to your bus" He whispered into my ear, pulling me away from the loud noise. I nodded again, slowly breathing.
I didn't remember much about how I got back to the bus, but Andy was helping me the whole way.
"You want to tell me why you almost had a panic attack?" Andy asked softly, placing me on my bunk and then he crawled in behind me.
I sighed, "I didn't have a panic attack"
"You almost did. Tell"
"It's just…"
"Gaskarth? You like him, it's easy to tell. I can see what's in your eyes"
I looked into his blue eyes. "I can't…"
"Sh" He whispered, stroking my hair as I buried my face in his chest. I started to cry, Andy lifted my face so I was eye-level.
And, almost like before I was kissing him, only aware of it seconds later.
This time I didn't break away, I couldn't… just tonight I needed comforting just as much as Alex did and found in Kizzy's arms.
Alex's POV;
I walked back to the bus, mentally kicking myself for doing that to Kizzy, to myself.
I wasn't a man whore. I hated the title, I was given it all the time, but I didn't do anything…
I opened the door, I started to talk myself into going to Lupe's bunk and begging her to forgive me, I was slowly getting myself ready when I heard something.
I crept slowly into the bunk's and there I saw Lupe in her bunk, the curtain not quite drawn, and with her was Andy Biersack.
I chocked and rushed out the door to be sick.
Lupe's POV;
I woke up in Andy's arms, he was softly humming to himself.
I smiled and kissed him softly on the lips, so unaware of the drama happening outside.