[AlexGaskarth] I'm The Only One [Sequel | You're Not The Only One]

[ChapterTwelve]

Crossing my arms over my chest, I bite down on my lower lip, not knowing what to do, because I would never fight with him, I would always let him yell and sit there, ignoring it until he was finished. But, I'm done with letting him walk all over me.

Turning around to face him, I knit my eyebrows together, cocking my head to the side, waiting for him to unleash all the words.

It wass always like this; him yelling when I was supposed to be the one doing so. I hated yelling; I hated how it sounded and I hated how it changed a person.

“Why the fuck are you so goddamn passive?” Alex asks, running his hands through his hair, exhaling sharply.

At this point, I want to hear what he says to me so I can think of what to say to him in return.

He sighs; throwing his arms out, letting them hit his side as they fell. “I mean, I told you that you killed my brother and you still fucking loved me.”

Looking up at him, I run a hand through my hair, shoving my hands in my pockets, shrugging my shoulders forward, just wanting to go inside. He’s such an ass for playing that card.

As much as I want to know what had happened to us, I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to know what I did wrong because hearing him say those things would destroy me, and I can’t be strong when he breaks me.

Shifting my weight to my right leg, I shrug my shoulders. “You didn’t kill him. Don’t flatter yourself. We’ve gone over this.”

Opening his mouth to say something, Alex shuts his mouth, contemplating over how to word what was running through his mind.

But at this point, I just don’t care, because he isn’t the person who is able to go back to something, to someone. “Goodnight, Alex. Thank you for the ride.”

“Logan, can you just hear me out?” His voice calls after me once I had spun around, causing me to turn back around to face him.

Running a hand through my hair, I looked up into the sky, staring at the gleaming stars shining down on us. “I, Alex, I just want to go inside, collapse on my bed, and pretend that this never happened. You wanted out of my life. So stay out of it.”

Shaking his head, he looks at me, his eyes pleading with me. “But, this did happen, Logan. It did. We were together. I broke things off. We all went to dinner. I drove you home. This is real.”

Looking at him, I shrug my shoulders. “I don't know what you want me to say, Alex, other than you’re extremely good at pointing out the obvious.” He tilts his head to the side. “Why do you want me to hear you out so badly?”

“I just want to know if you hate me.” He whispers, looking down at the ground, kicking a pebble that was resting in front of his foot.

Sighing, I shook my head, crossing my arms, rubbing my palm against my skin. “I don't hate you, Alex. I just don’t like who you are as a person.”

Nodding, he lowers his head. “I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t hate me.” I almost wasn’t able to hear him, but I did.

Running a hand through my hair, I chew on my lower lip. “Do you want to tell me what this really is about? Alex, I know you better than you’re allowing yourself to think I do.”

“I fucking hate the new label. I fucking hate being single. I fucking hate all the fan girls. I fucking hate not having you as mine.

“I fucking hate that I messed everything up because I knew that you were too good for me. I fucking hate that I wasn’t going to be selfish and keep you anyway.

“I fucking hate that I ended things with you in hopes that you would find someone better but every time I think of that happening, I want to cry and go crazy.

“I fucking hate that I have to spend the rest of my life without you because I was too fucking stupid to realize the fact that you loved me more than anyone else ever could.”

Biting down on my lower lip, I inhale slowly through my nose, realizing that his words mean nothing to me, those aren’t reasons to end everything we had and take everything I knew away from me. “And I fucking hate you.”