CD'S & Mixtapes || {Alex Gaskarth a.u}

Chapter Five

"He's just such an asshole. It's such a shame." Brianna said bitterly, her eyes drifting over to Alex and Lorraine.

"I WANT TO STAY." Webster typed angrily. She didn't need Alex to have a good time. She was about to show him that she could have a good time on her own.

Brianna looked shocked, but smiled.

"Well, that's good, because I don't really want you to go and leave me to fight off horny guys by myself."

They went into the house, and not once did Webster look back.

She didn't need Alex or his lying ass to have a good time.

Alex

He was drunk. There's always that moment when you're drunk that your mind tells you that you should really stop drinking, but Alex had become a pro when it came to ignoring it.

He staggered around with Lorraine in his arms, searching for a room that wasn't being occupied. He groaned as she bit his neck.

"Aleeex hurry up and find a room." she whispered in his ear.

"I'm trying Loz...I'm..." he trailed off as he saw a girl in a wheelchair laughing hysterically with a guy that had a really bad haircut.

Webster and Spike.

He dropped Lorraine on to the floor and ignored her screames of complaint as he started making his way over to the pair, his head spinning. He was pissed off. Pissed off that Spike had made Webster laugh harder than he ever had, pissed off that Webster was having fun without him.

Was it jealousy?

No.

Alex Gaskarth did not get jealous.

He stumbled as he approached them and plastered a smirk on his face.

"Hitherewebster." he slurred. That didn't sound right.

She frowned at him and sent Spike a nervous look.

Why was she looking nervously at him? Was it something that Spike had told her about him?

"It's meeee....your Sexy Lexy." he laughed.

She backed away from him slightly, which made him feel sad.

"What's wrong? It's only-"

"I think it's time you should leave." said Spike suddenly, cutting him off.

Alex laughed coldly.

"Ooooh! Emo boy got some balls!" the joke sounded better in his head.

"Fuck off Alex and leave us alone. I think you've done enough damage tonight." growled Spike.

Alex narrowed his eyes.

"Make me." he hissed.

Suddenly, the room fell silent and he turned around to see all eyes on him, Spike and Webster.

"Let them watch." his drunken conscience whispered to him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lorraine making out with another guy.

"Looks like even your slutty girlfriemd doesn't want you either." said Spike and that's when Alex punched him.

He swore he heard Webster scream, and for a second he sobered up and looked at her worriedly. She was rocking back and forth weirdly in her wheelchair and crying like a little kid.

"Webster I-" he reached out for her but was immediately knocked over by Spike body slamming him to the ground.

"Don't you fucking touch her." Spike hissed and Alex felt his temper rise.

He flipped Spike off and jumped up. People were starting to circle them.

"Kick his ass Alex!"

"Who the fuck brought the disabled chick anyway?"

"Wazzgoin on?" Jack stumbled out of nowhere, a blonde wrapped around his waist.

"Get the fuck out of the way Barakat." he hissed as he started to crack his knuckles.

Jack sent him a nervous look.

"No fighting." he said weakly, but Alex shoved him aside and pounced at Spike, fists clenched and ready to fight.

He thought about Lorraine making out with the guy that wasn't him.

He thought about Spike calling him out.

But most of all, the thought about Webster crying, and what hurt Alex the most was that Webster was crying because she was scared of him.

His mind clouded over, and then he started beating the shit out of Spike. It took five people to pull him off Spike, and the after that, everything spun out of control as the police sirens wailed in the distance.

The last thing he remembered seeing was Webster being wheeled away by Brianna..

Then all Hell broke loose.