Hell to the No

Aftermath

All I want is to mess around,

And I-I-I-I-I don't really care about...

If you love me, if you hate me, you can't save me

Baby, baby!

All my life I've been good, but now,

Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh what the hell!"

I accompany Avril Lavine on the next verse of "What the Hell" that blasts from my car's stereo as I fly down the road on my way to the store. It's a gorgeous day, and I have the windows of my beat up little car rolled down to let the warm wind whip at my auburn hair. Kaitlin had driven me home after I had jumped up and down on her bed earlier, and made her give me a ride unless she wanted me to commandeer her mustang for the day. After showering, washing Roman's clothing, and changing into a cute outfit of my own, I decided to go out for the day and do a little grocery shopping for my mother. Since I have no life.

I flick on my headlights and turn the music down as I approach a road construction sign, not wanting to disturb the workers with the blasting punk. Decelerating, the young sign guy catches my attention, and I prepare to put on a flirtatious look as I get closer.

And then I narrow my eyes at him in calculated horror.

He radios something into his walkie-talkie deliberately as he makes eye contact with me, and then rotates his "Slow" sign to the "Stop" side. I sink a little lower in my seat as I dig my foot into the break, and am forced to stop near the painfully familiar sign guy, who is right outside my window.

"What a pleasant surprise," Roman croons as he leans against his sign, his bright gray-green eyes glinting slyly as he smirks from underneath his hard hat. I give him no response further than a wrinkled nose, so he continues.

"I don't know about you, babe, but last night was epic." I swivel my head towards him finally, gripping the steering wheel as I narrow my eyes at him.

"At the club? Not so much," I say, feebly hoping that's what he's referring to. His smirk broadens by a few more inches, as he shakes his head no.

"After the club. At my place." My stomach drops. I can't even remember being transported there, let alone what happened once we arrived... Roman must have picked up on the mortification spilling from my face, since he continues. "Yeah, you were great, babe. Pretty wild when you're intoxicated. You're no expert, but that was some crazy sex."

I think something inside me just died.

I begin to sputter inaudibly, horrified, as I can't believe what he's saying. Oh god... Isn't that considered date rape? How the hell could he take advantage of a sick, intoxicated young girl? He couldn't be serious...

"Shit, I'm just kidding, Allie," He laughs as he tips his hard hat back to wipe the sweat from his brow. "I didn't ravage your virtue."

Relief and anger flood through me, and I swipe at him from my seat.

"Roman!" I shriek, and I can't help but smile as I give up on clawing his face off. He grins at me.

"Sorry Allie, couldn't resist that. But you are really cuddly, it was adorable," he murmurs with a sly smile. My cheeks flush, and I look away from him as a voice crackles from his radio.

"You're clear, Rome."

"Aight," he radios in reply, swiveling the sign to "Slow" without taking his eyes off of me.

"I'll be seeing you, Allie," he says softly, his eyes carrying that ever-present, sly glint. I roll my eyes with a smile as I roll forward through the construction area.