The Smirking Jerk & I Sold Myself to the Devil Previews and Extra Material

"I Sold Myself.." EXTRA [Alternate Universe]

What would have happened if Jayden hadn't died? I asked myself this question quite a few times. And that lead to me writing an alternate Universe where he hadn't died. And this is a glipse of that world.

I'm giving you guys this to survive until I post the next chapter of "I Sold.." which should be soon by the way. I'm working on it as we speak! :P

So enjoy! :P

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Daphnee and I are at the flea market. She has a precise destination to which I am going to be dragged to, apparently there’s a hot boy there and she has to get his number and then never call him again. I’m totally up for that.

I feel like crap lately. My mother left my dad. And the other day I saw her for the first time in a while, she said she wanted to talk but it ended up that she also dragged her adolescent boyfriend. It was simply awful and awkward and if I had had a gun I would have shot myself.

It had been one of the worse days of my life and I still feel shitty about it. I feel shitty about everything truthfully…

“Have you talked with Alex lately?” Daphnee asks as we kept walking, our arms locked together.

“I nodded at him the other day. Good enough?” I answer flatly. The other day might have been three weeks ago though.

Alex…

My ex boyfriend.

My gay ex boyfriend slash used to be best guy friend.

It’s been almost two years now since we broke up because he told me he was gay and I still haven’t found it in me to forgive him.

Because the night we broke up I ended up having sex with some manwhore at a party, at his birthday party I might add. Shawn is a dick but at least it wasn’t Clark…

Oh who am I kidding? I’m pathetic both ways.

“What are you thinking about?” Daph asks.

“My patheticness?”

“Aww come on! I know things have been crappy lately but you have to lighten up!”

“Sure,” I answer, doing the little raising of the eyebrows move that say I’m completely not in agreement with this.

I don’t feel like lighting up.

Ever since my mom left I actually feel… empty. If it wasn’t for my dad and little brother that I don’t want to abandoned I don’t know what I would have done…

“Fine! Keep being mopey if you enjoy it! The hot guy is at the table over there. With all the boxes filled with vinyls. You should at least appreciate it right?”

“The vinyls or the boy?” I ask because I see the boy and the boy is definitely hot. In his early twenties maybe, late teen. He has brown hair, he’s tall and as we approach I see green eyes and his face his just really really hot.

But I don’t stare at him for too long. I don’t care about boys. Plus Daphnee likes him. It’s obvious. She doesn’t shut her mouth about him.

So I don’t look at the boy and start to go throw his vinyls. There is quite a lot of them.

I start to flip throw them, I hadn’t actually planned on buying anything, usually the records suck in this flea markets, or are too pricey or I already have them but those are actually good. And they’re in good shape. The last thing you want is an unwanted scratch that will screw up Billy Holliday’s Gloomy Sunday. But then again who cares because I hadn’t been listening to music ever since mom left…