Analee POV

It was crazy how angry those boys could get.  It was just alcohol.  Of course, I made the mistake of voicing that opinion, and was verbally torn apart by my brothers.  Viciously.  After that, I just kept my mouth shut.  And avoided Mal's furious glare.  It's not like they didn't deserve this!  They totally had this coming.  Again, made the mistake of voicing that opinion.  I decided afterwards that I was never going to say a word to my brothers when they were in this mood.  They were absouletly psychotic.

Victoria and Samantha were seated to my left and right, both in identical poses of boredom as they watched my brothers tear at them.  I don't think they realized how much poop they were getting themselves into by yelling at us.  Yes, I said 'poop'.  Someone had so kindly mentioned to me *coughcoughVictoriacough* that I swore way to much, and then made a bet that I couldn't not swear for three whole days.  It started out as a week, but I weasled it down to just three, because a week was a hopeless cause.  I don't really think I could last even a day.  But I was trying. 

All this had been worked out between the time the boys came home, and the time they found their alcohol, or rather, lack there of. 

Then they came a-screaming.

Stupid poop-heads.

See?

It doesn't sound the same.

But anyways, the boys had taken a lapse in freaking out, to breathe, or rather, to pant.  They collapsed on the couches surrounding us.

"We will never forgive you,"  Teegan growled, narrowing his eyes dangerously.  Luke nodded his head in agreement. Dumb, dumb boys.

"Okay," Samantha smiled, standing and shrugging her shoulders.  Victoria mimicked her sweet smile, and the two of them raised a brow at me.

"You ready to bounce?" Victoria asked, once I stood alongside them.  I nodded, hoping that I could get out of here before my Mother found the riot we had caused.  Then we'd be up shit-creek without a paddle.  Oh sh- I mean, oh pooper!  I swore.  Don't tell Victoria. Please.  The consequence of losing was too grave to even consider. I shuddered at the thought.

"I'm good and ready," I smirked, grabbing my house keys.  We left two stunned boys sitting on the couch, staring hopelessly after their girl friends, and one furious boy glaring me down.  If his eyes could shoot daggers, I would be so dead right now.

"You sould thank us!" I called on my way out.  "Alcoholism is very dangerous.  We could have just saved your lives!"  I slammed the door shut behind me, effectively cutting off their shouts of protest.

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Boys were really dumb.  They seriously thought that we would just sit there the entire time, and listen to them whine.  My mom wouldn't even do that, and she's their mom too!

The rings of my girls cell phones alerted me that they were being texted, and when my own blackberry vibrated, I pulled it out to see the name 'Aiden' scrawled across the front.

Hey babe, party @ my place? xx

Hmm... That didn't sound so bad.  When I announced the idea to Sam and Vic, they seemed just as, if not more so, thrilled with the idea of another party.

Sounds good Aid.  I'll c u l8r then? (:

He responded in seconds.

Absolutely beautiful. I love you. xx

This was always where our conversations got awkward.  He was constantly reminding me that he loved me, expecting to hear it back each and every time, but I wasn't there yet.  I couldn't honestly say I loved him.  I was very close, yes, but I wasn't in love with him.

Can't w8 xoxoxo

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The party was sick.  Not as awesome as Samantha's, mind you, but it was rocking just the same.  Aiden lived in a pretty big house.  It was relatively smaller then Sam's, but it was still a heck of a lot bigger then mine.

I couldn't find anyone, anywhere.  I had texted Aiden to say I was here, and typically he would be out, scouring the place for me, but I couldn't find him.  So, drink in hand, smile in place, I headed up the stairs for his bedroom.

I almost walked past it.  I mean, I had obviously been here a billion times, but his room was always closed off during parties.  Which is why I almost kept walking when I heard the faint moans and groans of two people who were obviously getting it on.

Aiden would have a hissy fit if he knew that there were people in his room.  On his bed.  And an Aiden hissy fit isn't one that you ever want to see.  Ever.  He gets child like.  It's like a four year old throwing a tantrum, except with a lot more damage done.

I sighed, and slowly opened the door to shoo them out.

I dropped my drink.

There, half naked and wrapped around the school slut, Natalie, was my so called boyfriend.

I shouldn't have been so surprised, I mean, he was always just too perfect.  He always was trying to convince me he loved me, which now, I see, was probably to rid him of a guilty consience.  I

I was so stupid.

No, I was so mad.

They hadn't even noticed me, standing in the doorway, silently fuming.  They just continued on their merry way, lying on Aiden's bed.  I couldn't believe it.  No, I really could.

"Oh hey Natalie, fancy seeing you here."

I would say that watching them spring apart was comical, except my heart was too busy breaking in half for me to care.

"Oh my god, Analee, it's not what it looks like!"  Aiden cried, jumping off of his bed and heading towards me.

"Really Aiden? Because it looked to me as though you were halfway towards getting laid.  Sorry to interuppt, I'll just be on my way." 

He tried to chase me.  I knew he would.  But being so small had its advantages as I willed myself not to cry, darting between the hoards of dancing people.

Stupid, floppy, dumbo of a guy. 

I let out a slightly hysterical laugh when I realized that despite the fact I had just witnessed my boyfriend of two years cheating on me, I was still following Victoria's bet.  I was ridiculous.

I could still hear him hysterically calling my name.

I didn't even pause. 

I walked out that door for good.

Halfway down the road, I slipped my heels off of my feet, walking barefoot down the cool cement sidewalk towards my home.  I was barely two blocks away from Aiden's home.  That's what had made our relationship so awesome.  I couldn't hold the sobs that were building at the back of my throat anymore.  They came rushing out with a fury, and they didn't stop. 

Even when I made it to my house, and found the front door locked, I was still sobbing.  I didn't even bother knocking, just sank to the ground on our front porch, and buried my head in my knees.

I didn't flinch when I heard the front door open.  I barely moved when I heard my worst enemy ask what the hell I was doing.  I didn't even twitch when I felt a set of warm, muscular arms wrap themselves around me, with a sigh escaping his mouth.  He hefted me into his arms, and carried me inside. 

When he walked into a room that my blurry eyes didn't recognize, I was placed onto a soft mattress, still surrounded by his warmth.  Why he was being so nice, I didn't know, but I wasn't going to fight it.  I felt to weak to do anything at all.  Mal just wrapped his arms tightly around me, and guided my head onto his shoulder.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" he asked softly, lifting my head off of his shoulder and tilting it so that I was looking up at him.

"H-he c-ch-cheated-d," I stammered, a fresh wave of tears rolling down my cheeks.  I watched as his face went from calm to furious in seconds.

"Who hurt you?" he demanded, tightening his hold on my chin.  I whimpered, to which he released it instantly, and tugged me back in for a hug.

"I want to go to sleep."

"Alright baby, I'll take you back to your room."  I was too tired to realise that he had just called me 'baby'.  All I knew was that I didn't want to move from his warmth.  I could hate him again in the morning.

"Can... Can I stay here?" I asked softly, looking up timidly.  We hated eachother.  Surely he'd say no.  When he didn't say anything, I stood up, feeling incredibly stupid.  "Nevermind, I appreciate the help, I'll just...go."  I didn't even make it off the bed before he was yanking me down and throwing the covers over us. 

I gaped, before realising that I was being tugged into his arms, and I didn't struggle.  He was nice and warm, and he wouldn't hurt me, not like Aiden did.  He couldn't.  I didn't love him.

"Thank you Mal," I whispered, pressing my face into his soaked t-shirt.  It was a few minutes later, when I was half asleep, that I heard his reply.

"Anytime Ana."

Then I was gone.

AN

I am clearing this up, because I now people are going to ask...

NO, MAL AND ANALEE ARE NOT GOING TO MAGICALLY GET TOGETHER.  That's waaay to quick.  It might not even ever happen ;)  BUT, if it did, it obviously wouldn't happen just suddenly right after they hated eachother with a passion.  He's just comforting her because she's sad, and he's a person.  Despite his evil-boy-ness, he does in fact, have a heart ;)  Or maybe it's a trick O.o 

So what do you think of Aiden?!

Isn't he a meany? xD

And what about Mal's sudden niceness?  All a ploy?

Let me KNOW! Or I won't update. >.<

...Until the weekend.

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