The Thin Line Between Hate And Love (Chapter 4)
Title: The Thin Line Between Hate And Love.
Rating: PG-13 at the moment.
Pairing: Jalex.
Summary: That odd moment when you realise you didn't hate someone as much as you originally thought.
Disclaimer: This is fictional, I only own the storyline.
Warnings: Swearing, mild bullying.
A/N- I am actually sick of writing this, and I'm sure you're all sick of reading it, but I am sorry for the wait on this add. I know I promised they'd be more reoccuring, but my stupid laptop broke (and it wasn't because I dropped it down the stairs, I swear ;P) which means I have to use my brother's, but he's a selfish fool and only just let me have it for coursework *rolls eyes*. Anyway, I hope to add more, but I can't afford to make promises again, but I swear to you all I will try! ;)
Masterpost: http://nandaflum.livejournal.com/
Chapter 4.
Checking my appearace for the hundreth time in the past 5 minutes, I can quite easily give myself the thumbs up for this outfit. I'm not sure why I'm so nervous to look good, I guess I'm just hoping there's some hot girls there. Zack's been calling me non-stop for the past 10 minutes, but I can't bring myself to answer, last time I did he was squealing in excitement. That's never good. Zack likes parties, you see, whereas I've never really been fussed about them. In fact, I've usually always avoided the ones I was even invited to, the very few I was, as I didn't want to embarrass myself. And now, here I am, preparing to go to Jack Barakat's party. And yes, I did just say his name in my head like he has some sort of contagious disease, I just couldn't help it.
None of this arrangement makes sense to me, I blame Zack's god damn puppy eyes. Jack has been smirking more lately, if that's even possible, all day yesterday, cockiness just radiated off him. He makes me sick. Always thinking he's so high and mighty, just because his dad sucked enough dick to get him a well-paid job. Well, I'm sorry, Barakat, but wealthiness doesn't make you better than me-Oh wait, yeah it does. He can do whatever he wants, he can get whatever he wants, every single desire he has will be assisted in the blink of an eye. And that, that painful fact, makes me sick to the core. How can someone who's such a dick live such a great life, when there are other people in the world who deserve it more, and can't even afford a grain of rice. Life sucks sometimes.
Okay, so, whoa, I really need to get myself in the party mood, and stop feeling sorry for all the poverised people in the world.
"ALEX! ZACK IS DOWNSTAIRS!" My mum's cold and hollow voice called through the pokey house that surrounded me. I sighed, actually feeling depressed by my thoughts.
I walked down the stairs timidly, trying to slow down the process of going to Barakat's party, and just in case a monster jumped out and took me by surprise. I'll be honest, it was mainly for the first reason.
"Finally!" Zack cheered when my body came into his view. I smiled awkwardly, feeling my mother's disapproving eyes on me. She hated everything about me. She wouldn't admit that to anyone, obviously, but I could tell. The glares she'd shoot my way when my back was turned, the words she'd spit when she thought I wasn't in earshot.
"Yeah, let's go" I nodded, opening the door and leaving without so much as a glance at my sad excuse for a mother. Zack followed, a bounce in his step. Yes, I just rolled my eyes again.
"Zack, hurry the fuck up!" I called, seeing him strolling down the path like he hadn't a care in the world.
"Okay, okay, jheeze, keep your hair on, bro" He laughed, walking beside me. Yes, we were walking, and not just because we're cheap, but also because taking a car seems stupid considering we'll be too drunk to drive it home later. Much to my disappointment, we arrived outside the Barakat mansion in a matter of minutes.
"Uh, Zack, do we have to go in?" I whined, hearing the awful music pounding through the walls of the posh git's expensive home.
"Yes, we do, don't be so boring" Zack replied, knocking on the door.
The door opened slowly, and Jack's figure appeared, the smirk even more prominent once his eyes landed on me. Just great.
"Hey, Lexy, nice to see you turned up" He smiled seductively.
I rolled my eyes, "Move out the way, you cock, I haven't got the time or the patience to deal with your pathetic attempts at annoying me"
"Attempts at flirting" He corrected, winking at me.
"Just move, yeah? Your words don't affect me"
He laughed, "Fine, come in, join the party" Me and Zack stepped into the house, and both made to walk off, but Jack leaned in to whisper in my ear first, "As long as you press that fine ass against me later on the dance floor"
I turned around, ready to tell him to piss off, but found him nowhere in sight. I rolled my eyes bitterly, and followed Zack into the kitchen to get a drink. Talk about a fucking palace.
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*2 hours later*
Well, Jack found me again, or should I say his eyes found me again. I swear, if eye-raping someone was an offence, Jack would be in prison by now. I tried talking to some girl's, but I don't know, none of them really interested me, so I just decided to leave it and get drunk instead.
"Hey, sexy Lexy, ready to repay me yet?" A husky voice met my ears, and I snorted.
"Repay you? This party's shit"
"I could make it better for you" He winked.
"Listen, Barakat, get it in your head that I'm never going to bounce on your dick. Simple as that. You may want my ass, but you aren't going get it, no matter how hard you try"
"Wanna bet?" He whispered, leaning his face into my neck.
"Bet you say? And how much are you offering?" This would be a piece of cake; resisting the person you hate's advances is piss easy.
He chuckled, "$3,000"
My eyes widened dramatically, "Be fucking seious!" I shouted.
"I am..."
"But...say you do win, I haven't got that money to give you..."
"No, if you win, you get the money. If I win, you become my sex slave" He winked.
"This will be so easy!"
"Deal then?" He raised his eyebrows, his dark brown eyes staring intently into mine.
"Deal" I nodded, shaking his hand. Haha. Prepare to lose, Barakat, you prick.
Rating: PG-13 at the moment.
Pairing: Jalex.
Summary: That odd moment when you realise you didn't hate someone as much as you originally thought.
Disclaimer: This is fictional, I only own the storyline.
Warnings: Swearing, mild bullying.
A/N- I am actually sick of writing this, and I'm sure you're all sick of reading it, but I am sorry for the wait on this add. I know I promised they'd be more reoccuring, but my stupid laptop broke (and it wasn't because I dropped it down the stairs, I swear ;P) which means I have to use my brother's, but he's a selfish fool and only just let me have it for coursework *rolls eyes*. Anyway, I hope to add more, but I can't afford to make promises again, but I swear to you all I will try! ;)
Masterpost: http://nandaflum.livejournal.com/
Chapter 4.
Checking my appearace for the hundreth time in the past 5 minutes, I can quite easily give myself the thumbs up for this outfit. I'm not sure why I'm so nervous to look good, I guess I'm just hoping there's some hot girls there. Zack's been calling me non-stop for the past 10 minutes, but I can't bring myself to answer, last time I did he was squealing in excitement. That's never good. Zack likes parties, you see, whereas I've never really been fussed about them. In fact, I've usually always avoided the ones I was even invited to, the very few I was, as I didn't want to embarrass myself. And now, here I am, preparing to go to Jack Barakat's party. And yes, I did just say his name in my head like he has some sort of contagious disease, I just couldn't help it.
None of this arrangement makes sense to me, I blame Zack's god damn puppy eyes. Jack has been smirking more lately, if that's even possible, all day yesterday, cockiness just radiated off him. He makes me sick. Always thinking he's so high and mighty, just because his dad sucked enough dick to get him a well-paid job. Well, I'm sorry, Barakat, but wealthiness doesn't make you better than me-Oh wait, yeah it does. He can do whatever he wants, he can get whatever he wants, every single desire he has will be assisted in the blink of an eye. And that, that painful fact, makes me sick to the core. How can someone who's such a dick live such a great life, when there are other people in the world who deserve it more, and can't even afford a grain of rice. Life sucks sometimes.
Okay, so, whoa, I really need to get myself in the party mood, and stop feeling sorry for all the poverised people in the world.
"ALEX! ZACK IS DOWNSTAIRS!" My mum's cold and hollow voice called through the pokey house that surrounded me. I sighed, actually feeling depressed by my thoughts.
I walked down the stairs timidly, trying to slow down the process of going to Barakat's party, and just in case a monster jumped out and took me by surprise. I'll be honest, it was mainly for the first reason.
"Finally!" Zack cheered when my body came into his view. I smiled awkwardly, feeling my mother's disapproving eyes on me. She hated everything about me. She wouldn't admit that to anyone, obviously, but I could tell. The glares she'd shoot my way when my back was turned, the words she'd spit when she thought I wasn't in earshot.
"Yeah, let's go" I nodded, opening the door and leaving without so much as a glance at my sad excuse for a mother. Zack followed, a bounce in his step. Yes, I just rolled my eyes again.
"Zack, hurry the fuck up!" I called, seeing him strolling down the path like he hadn't a care in the world.
"Okay, okay, jheeze, keep your hair on, bro" He laughed, walking beside me. Yes, we were walking, and not just because we're cheap, but also because taking a car seems stupid considering we'll be too drunk to drive it home later. Much to my disappointment, we arrived outside the Barakat mansion in a matter of minutes.
"Uh, Zack, do we have to go in?" I whined, hearing the awful music pounding through the walls of the posh git's expensive home.
"Yes, we do, don't be so boring" Zack replied, knocking on the door.
The door opened slowly, and Jack's figure appeared, the smirk even more prominent once his eyes landed on me. Just great.
"Hey, Lexy, nice to see you turned up" He smiled seductively.
I rolled my eyes, "Move out the way, you cock, I haven't got the time or the patience to deal with your pathetic attempts at annoying me"
"Attempts at flirting" He corrected, winking at me.
"Just move, yeah? Your words don't affect me"
He laughed, "Fine, come in, join the party" Me and Zack stepped into the house, and both made to walk off, but Jack leaned in to whisper in my ear first, "As long as you press that fine ass against me later on the dance floor"
I turned around, ready to tell him to piss off, but found him nowhere in sight. I rolled my eyes bitterly, and followed Zack into the kitchen to get a drink. Talk about a fucking palace.
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*2 hours later*
Well, Jack found me again, or should I say his eyes found me again. I swear, if eye-raping someone was an offence, Jack would be in prison by now. I tried talking to some girl's, but I don't know, none of them really interested me, so I just decided to leave it and get drunk instead.
"Hey, sexy Lexy, ready to repay me yet?" A husky voice met my ears, and I snorted.
"Repay you? This party's shit"
"I could make it better for you" He winked.
"Listen, Barakat, get it in your head that I'm never going to bounce on your dick. Simple as that. You may want my ass, but you aren't going get it, no matter how hard you try"
"Wanna bet?" He whispered, leaning his face into my neck.
"Bet you say? And how much are you offering?" This would be a piece of cake; resisting the person you hate's advances is piss easy.
He chuckled, "$3,000"
My eyes widened dramatically, "Be fucking seious!" I shouted.
"I am..."
"But...say you do win, I haven't got that money to give you..."
"No, if you win, you get the money. If I win, you become my sex slave" He winked.
"This will be so easy!"
"Deal then?" He raised his eyebrows, his dark brown eyes staring intently into mine.
"Deal" I nodded, shaking his hand. Haha. Prepare to lose, Barakat, you prick.