I Knew You Were Trouble (masterpost) (Chapter 4)
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
Ahh. New apartment. New job. New me.New life.
That's a fun thing to think about. After being put in rehab for drug addiction, I felt like a new man. That side of me was long gone. But never forgotten. It was a piece of me, although it hurts to say that those were the best times of my life. Even if most of it was a blur because I was induced with heroine. It was a fun chapter. And believe me or not, I will never forget those times.
As I was forcing the key to the door at my new apartment, which was taking me so long. A guy, maybe 20 or 22 years old, stepped out of his own flat.
He was gorgeous. Damn my gay hormones. Yes, after a course of drug addiction and my past. I have become aware that I was homosexual. Not that I was ashamed of it.
Since I practically almost murdered a little boy ten years ago. I figured it out myself that I like guys better. And after that incident, due to drug consumption. I basically spent my entire teenage life molesting and sexually harassing boys younger than me. I'm not a pedophile. I just like to think that it's an honor taking someone's virginity. It made me feel young and alive.
But I was way past that point in life. And I will never go back again. I hope.
So this new neighbor, me not being aware that I was looking at him. But he's all too familiar to me. I can't seem to put my finger on it but I swear I could never forget that face.
Where did I meet him? I swear I've seen him before.
I've seen him.... Tied up... And screaming for help.
This guy.... This guy was that little kid I almost murdered. I took his purity.
And fuck, I just hope he doesn't recognize me.
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Alex's POV
I find myself staring at this new guy. I've never seen him in the outskirts of Baltimore before. And I practically lived here all my life. Did he just moved here? I pray to god not. This town is fucked up. But hey, so am I.
I closed my door and walked towards him, I could see him struggling to open his door. That's always the problem with new doorknobs and keys. Sometimes it just doesn't fit at first.
I could already sense him being nervous around me. Did he really think i'd hurt him? I couldn't even kill a fucking fly.
"Hey! I'm Alex. I see you're having a hard time opening your door?" I said, sounding a bit friendly even for my liking.
He just nodded. Was he mute? Couldn't even introduce himself. What a shame.
I extended my hand to take his keys and try to fit the key to the keyhole. I managed to open it without even a struggle.
"T-thanks. Uhhm.." That's what he said before he quickly let himself in his flat. What's his problem anyway? I was just being nice.
As I walked towards shool, earphones in and blasting Greenday's St. Jimmy, I tried hard to remember who that guy was and why I think he's a huge part of my life. I felt a strong connection. I didn't think it was a bad connection, but I hope it's not. Either way, he's all too familiar to me.
Two blocks away til I finally reached school. I saw Flyzik's car sped down the road, ignoring me. Blasting an awful Lil Wayne song I don't even know what the title is.
What. A. Fucking. Douche.
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
Ahh. New apartment. New job. New me.New life.
That's a fun thing to think about. After being put in rehab for drug addiction, I felt like a new man. That side of me was long gone. But never forgotten. It was a piece of me, although it hurts to say that those were the best times of my life. Even if most of it was a blur because I was induced with heroine. It was a fun chapter. And believe me or not, I will never forget those times.
As I was forcing the key to the door at my new apartment, which was taking me so long. A guy, maybe 20 or 22 years old, stepped out of his own flat.
He was gorgeous. Damn my gay hormones. Yes, after a course of drug addiction and my past. I have become aware that I was homosexual. Not that I was ashamed of it.
Since I practically almost murdered a little boy ten years ago. I figured it out myself that I like guys better. And after that incident, due to drug consumption. I basically spent my entire teenage life molesting and sexually harassing boys younger than me. I'm not a pedophile. I just like to think that it's an honor taking someone's virginity. It made me feel young and alive.
But I was way past that point in life. And I will never go back again. I hope.
So this new neighbor, me not being aware that I was looking at him. But he's all too familiar to me. I can't seem to put my finger on it but I swear I could never forget that face.
Where did I meet him? I swear I've seen him before.
I've seen him.... Tied up... And screaming for help.
This guy.... This guy was that little kid I almost murdered. I took his purity.
And fuck, I just hope he doesn't recognize me.
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Alex's POV
I find myself staring at this new guy. I've never seen him in the outskirts of Baltimore before. And I practically lived here all my life. Did he just moved here? I pray to god not. This town is fucked up. But hey, so am I.
I closed my door and walked towards him, I could see him struggling to open his door. That's always the problem with new doorknobs and keys. Sometimes it just doesn't fit at first.
I could already sense him being nervous around me. Did he really think i'd hurt him? I couldn't even kill a fucking fly.
"Hey! I'm Alex. I see you're having a hard time opening your door?" I said, sounding a bit friendly even for my liking.
He just nodded. Was he mute? Couldn't even introduce himself. What a shame.
I extended my hand to take his keys and try to fit the key to the keyhole. I managed to open it without even a struggle.
"T-thanks. Uhhm.." That's what he said before he quickly let himself in his flat. What's his problem anyway? I was just being nice.
As I walked towards shool, earphones in and blasting Greenday's St. Jimmy, I tried hard to remember who that guy was and why I think he's a huge part of my life. I felt a strong connection. I didn't think it was a bad connection, but I hope it's not. Either way, he's all too familiar to me.
Two blocks away til I finally reached school. I saw Flyzik's car sped down the road, ignoring me. Blasting an awful Lil Wayne song I don't even know what the title is.
What. A. Fucking. Douche.