I Knew You Were Trouble (masterpost) (Chapter 9)
Title: I Knew You Were Trouble
Pairing: Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth(JALEX)
POV>: 3rd
Summary: I think, I think when it’s all over it just comes back in flashes, you know. It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, but it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did, it was the feeling that came along with it. And, the crazy thing is, I don’t know if I am ever going to feel that way again, but I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright, but I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you. Maybe he knew that, when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him, it was losing me. I don’t know if you know who you are until you lose who you are.
Warning: non-con smut. highschool!AU. smut. age difference. rape
Disclaimer: MATT FLYZIK IS MINE SO YOU CAN ALL F*CK OFF :)) Lol kidding. This story is just as fake as Nicki Minaj's butt. Ew.
Title Cred: I Knew You Were Trouble -- Taylor Swift
Summary Cred: Intro of I Knew You Were Trouble MTV <3 You guys should watch it.
YES I'M LISTENING TO TAYLOR SWIFT. JUDGE ME. XD
"Jesus Christ!" I shot up from my deep slumber, I found myself on the bathroom floor holding a bottle of whiskey and a bloodstained razor across me.
I realized what I had done and stood up quickly in front of the mirror examining my neck.
There was nothing. Not even a wound or blood. Not even a small evidence that what I thought I did was true.
It was all just a dream.
An insanely graphic and morbid dream. But still a dream.
I sighed in relief and picked up the bottle and my pants on the floor, not even caring if there's dried blood on my thighs. It's still too early, school doesn't start til 7 and it's only just 4:28
I walked out with only my underwear on to the living room and sat myself on the couch. Thinking back to my dream last night.
I must've fallen asleep after I downed the bottle, and dreamt about dying. It was all too realistic to even overlook it. I was on the same bathroom floor, the same position I was in when I woke up. The same feeling. All the same.
I was confused. I suddenly thought, what if i thought that was the dream but that was the reality and right now I'm still dreaming.
OKAY. I'm literally just confusing myself right now. Jeezus.
I closed my eyes, just resting it for a while. I'm afraid to go back to sleep and find it killing myself again.
I did felt the pain. All the heartaches. The cuts. The whiskey on my wounds. It was all too real.
The only thing bugging me was, I remembered, that I died with a smile. Did I want it? Did I really want to die?
I shook my head at the thought. I couldn't possibly want to die.
Then i remembered why I wanted it in my dream.
Jack.
I trusted him with all my heart, poured my whole being to him and he pushed me away. Well, I won't let him get in to me. I was so sure that there was something between us. But I guess that was just me being me. Stupid.
With that thought, I got up and composed myself together. Walking towards my closet and started to rummage through it, looking for an outfit that would possibly make everyone in school's jaws drop. I need to look hot. Not for Jack, but for myself.
Make him realize that karma's a bitch.
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As I waltzed inside the school, with my black beanie on, a sunglasses, gray tight jeans which held my ass just perfectly, white v-neck and a leather jacket, wearing just my signature red converse.
Yeah sure, it's too simple, but people knew me just wearing skinny jeans and a band shirt. I don't dress to impress.
But right now, I'm full of self confidence and pride. Teenage girls' jaws were hanging in the air, eyeing my new appearance, as I walked past them.
I could hear murmurs of 'He looks so hot.' and 'Oh my god is that Alex Gaskarth?'
I reached my locker and saw Matt standing there awestruck at my new appearance.
As I reached him, I leaned down at him, my lips just ghosting on his ear. As I started to whisper, "Move, slut."
Nod was all he could do and he stepped away from my locker.
Yeah, I could get used to this.
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Class went pretty boring as usual, when was it not?
But next class was Jack's, and the thought just got me all excited.
Pairing: Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth(JALEX)
POV>: 3rd
Summary: I think, I think when it’s all over it just comes back in flashes, you know. It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, but it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did, it was the feeling that came along with it. And, the crazy thing is, I don’t know if I am ever going to feel that way again, but I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright, but I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you. Maybe he knew that, when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him, it was losing me. I don’t know if you know who you are until you lose who you are.
Warning: non-con smut. highschool!AU. smut. age difference. rape
Disclaimer: MATT FLYZIK IS MINE SO YOU CAN ALL F*CK OFF :)) Lol kidding. This story is just as fake as Nicki Minaj's butt. Ew.
Title Cred: I Knew You Were Trouble -- Taylor Swift
Summary Cred: Intro of I Knew You Were Trouble MTV <3 You guys should watch it.
YES I'M LISTENING TO TAYLOR SWIFT. JUDGE ME. XD
"Jesus Christ!" I shot up from my deep slumber, I found myself on the bathroom floor holding a bottle of whiskey and a bloodstained razor across me.
I realized what I had done and stood up quickly in front of the mirror examining my neck.
There was nothing. Not even a wound or blood. Not even a small evidence that what I thought I did was true.
It was all just a dream.
An insanely graphic and morbid dream. But still a dream.
I sighed in relief and picked up the bottle and my pants on the floor, not even caring if there's dried blood on my thighs. It's still too early, school doesn't start til 7 and it's only just 4:28
I walked out with only my underwear on to the living room and sat myself on the couch. Thinking back to my dream last night.
I must've fallen asleep after I downed the bottle, and dreamt about dying. It was all too realistic to even overlook it. I was on the same bathroom floor, the same position I was in when I woke up. The same feeling. All the same.
I was confused. I suddenly thought, what if i thought that was the dream but that was the reality and right now I'm still dreaming.
OKAY. I'm literally just confusing myself right now. Jeezus.
I closed my eyes, just resting it for a while. I'm afraid to go back to sleep and find it killing myself again.
I did felt the pain. All the heartaches. The cuts. The whiskey on my wounds. It was all too real.
The only thing bugging me was, I remembered, that I died with a smile. Did I want it? Did I really want to die?
I shook my head at the thought. I couldn't possibly want to die.
Then i remembered why I wanted it in my dream.
Jack.
I trusted him with all my heart, poured my whole being to him and he pushed me away. Well, I won't let him get in to me. I was so sure that there was something between us. But I guess that was just me being me. Stupid.
With that thought, I got up and composed myself together. Walking towards my closet and started to rummage through it, looking for an outfit that would possibly make everyone in school's jaws drop. I need to look hot. Not for Jack, but for myself.
Make him realize that karma's a bitch.
-----
As I waltzed inside the school, with my black beanie on, a sunglasses, gray tight jeans which held my ass just perfectly, white v-neck and a leather jacket, wearing just my signature red converse.
Yeah sure, it's too simple, but people knew me just wearing skinny jeans and a band shirt. I don't dress to impress.
But right now, I'm full of self confidence and pride. Teenage girls' jaws were hanging in the air, eyeing my new appearance, as I walked past them.
I could hear murmurs of 'He looks so hot.' and 'Oh my god is that Alex Gaskarth?'
I reached my locker and saw Matt standing there awestruck at my new appearance.
As I reached him, I leaned down at him, my lips just ghosting on his ear. As I started to whisper, "Move, slut."
Nod was all he could do and he stepped away from my locker.
Yeah, I could get used to this.
-------
Class went pretty boring as usual, when was it not?
But next class was Jack's, and the thought just got me all excited.