You'd Better Hide the Bullets

I woke up to the sun shining through my bedroom window. I forgot to shut my blinds last night. Damn. My body found its way out of bed and over to the closet to get clothes for the day. I settled on a long sleeve shirt and some black skinny jeans. I quickly showered and dried my hair, applied some make-up and was ready for the day.

I basically skipped down the stairs to breakfast, knowing that after school I was able to have my friends over and we could chill. My parents and siblings were already at the table. "Good morning Scarlett." My dad said to me.

"Morning glorious family." I said as I sat down. I grabbed some toast and a couple slices of bacon. It looked so tasty.

"Are you sure you're gonna be alright for two nights?" My mom asked me, for the thousandth time.

"Yes mom, I'll be fine. I'll even ask Amber if she wants to come over for a sleepover." I told my mom to keep her happy. They wouldn't be happy knowing I was inviting my guy friends to stay so I'll just keep that on the down low.

"Good, you know you can call me if you need anything." My dad said sternly.

"I know I know." I rolled my eyes.

"We're just looking out for you Scar." My mom told me. "We left an envelope with some money for food for your movie night and try not stay up too late." She warned. I nodded and ate my breakfast.

"Well have a fun trip and let me know when you guys get there." I told them. I gave my mom and dad a kiss on the cheek then ruffled Kiera's hair. And as usual, I ignored Alison.

I grabbed my bag and car keys and left for school. The drive was the same as usual, quick and pointless. I parked my car and then decided to walk to the bleachers as we planned to skip the first class anyway. When I got to the bleachers Pete was already there. He handed me a cigarette and a lighter. "Thanks." I mumbled as I lit it and stuck it in between my lips.

"No problem kid." He told me I handed the lighter back to him. I watched him take a draw of his own cigarette and blow the smoke out. "So why did Vic Fuentes suddenly wanna be our friend last night?" He asked me. I looked away, unsure of what to tell him because I honestly don't really know myself.

"He wants his brother back." I said softly, flicking some of the ash on the ground.

"Oh, figures." He laughed.

"Yeah we ain't actually cool." I nudged him.

"Of course not, look at us." He pointed his hands to his body.

"So are you skipping first?" I asked. Pete shook his head no. "Why not Wentz?" I asked shocked.

"My councillor said if I skip anymore school this year I don't go to prom." He took a long drag of his cigarette and then put it out, throwing the butt away. "Sorry kid, I'm too much of a goody two shoes." He said getting up.

"See you at lunch then." I waved at him as he walk across the football field.

After I finished my cigarette I decided to lie on the bleachers, taking in everything. The sky was so blue and clear, like the sun was illuminating everything. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

I heard some voices in the distance and looked towards the source to notice Vic, Jaime and Tony walk onto the football field with a soccer ball. They were all laughing at joking about, it was nice to see them as actual people rather than bulling some kids.

My instincts told me it was too late to go to class, so I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I climbed down the bleachers and walk around them on the field but suddenly the ball rolled in front of me. "Scarlett pass the ball." I heard Vic call out to me. I looked at him and then the ball.

"Nah." I shrugged and kicked off further into the field.

"Why did you just do that?!" He screamed down at me.

"For fun." I smirked and walked off towards the building. When I was about to enter the building I felt myself being pulled back and pushed against the wall. I noticed, of course it was Vic.

"Have you got some sort of mental issue? I stopped being an asshole to you and you're gonna keep up the bitch act?" He shook his head. He was extremely close to me, I could basically taste his breath.

"Can you take a step back thanks." I said obnoxiously.

"How about you start being nicer to me or I'll just go back to my old ways." He warned. I looked him dead in the eyes.

"I'm not scared of you Vic, and your little group is dwindling down. Grow up and stop treating people like they mean less than you do." I spat at him. I tried to slip under his arm but he pushed me back against the wall again.

"No!" He shouted at me. I was startled by the way he spoke.

"What?" I hissed at him. His eyes looked furious. Then suddenly he kissed me. I stood there shocked. Unable to move or react. What the Hell is he doing? I pushed him back and he stumbled a little. "What the Hell is your damn problem?" I shook my head.

"You!" He pointed. "You are my problem." He looked away.

"Can you stop being weird for like two seconds and explain why one minute you're about to tear my throat out then the next you're kissing me." I shook my head, confused at the whole situation.

"I don't know!" He whisper shouted at me. I didn't know what do at this point.

"I think you do but right now you're too damn cowardly to say why, and guess what. You'd never have a fucking chance with me, Vic. From the day we met you've been nothing but trouble. I'll die before I ever dated you." I could feel the tears begin to well up in my eyes. "Just leave me alone, never speak to me again." I pushed him back even more.

He just walked off, back to the field. I felt a little bad for being so harsh but he was just too damn confusing for me to understand right now. Until he changes his attitude then I don't want anything to do with him.

-

"Scarlett, when do your parents get back?" Mike asked me.

"Sunday night." I told him, looking away from the TV.

"Well I was talking to my mom and she said you could come to dinner on Sunday so you aren't completely alone." Mike said. I smiled, how sweet is that. Bare in mind I'll have to see Vic but fuck it.

"Tell her thanks and I would love to come." I said looking back at the TV. We had watched white chicks and we're now onto Step Brothers.

"I've got a belly full of white dog shit and now you lay this on me?" Patrick and Pete both quoted at the same time.

"I love this movie." Lewis laughed at his friends.

"It is a classic I must say." I nodded. The movie was one of my favourites. I got up off the couch and decided to go get more popcorn because as usual, Patrick ate the lot. When I was walking back to the living room I could hear some laughing outside. I went into the living room and gave the popcorn to Mike. "Be back in a minute." I told him. He didn't look up from the TV, just nodded slightly.

I walked out into the hallway again and over to the front door and opened it. In front of me was Vic, Jaime and Tony standing on my porch, barely able to stand up. They reeked of booze and pizza. "Hello miss lady." Tony slurred at me from Vic's side.

"What the Hell are you doing here?" I asked, confused as to why they were here.

"Well, it's funny you should ask. We were getting drunk at Vic's and he pointed out that Mike was over here and well, we miss Mike so we decided to come over and see him." Jaime drunkenly told me.

"Uh huh and did you forget who I am?" I asked. They all looked at each other and shrugged.

"We brought booze for you guys too, like so much booze." Jaime thrusted a bottle into my hands as he walked into my house. Tony followed him then Vic pushed past me.

"Come on in then." I said to myself as I closed the door over.

I walked into the living room and the guys were just as confused and unsettled as I was. "Vic go home." Mike told his brother.

"Mikey I brought you alcohol to spice this party up." Vic handed everyone a beer. It was like he didn't care who we were but he just wanted us drunk. Surprisingly Pete and Patrick both just opened the beers and drank them. Lewis and Amber followed suit and looked at me. The bottle I had been given was Vodka. Great. I went into the kitchen and got some orange juice to mix it with. I brought glasses in and the orange juice.

"There's no way I'm drinking straight Vodka." I laughed as I sat down on the couch next to Mike.

After an hour the ice was surely broken and we were all pretty drunk. I don't understand where they got all this alcohol from but they had a lot of it. Two more bottles of Vodka and a bottle of whisky in Tony's backpack, along with six more cans of beer. They were like a walking liquor store. "It's not that we hate you guys it's just we have a rep to keep up y'know." Jaime tried to explain why he's occasionally bet up my friends. "It's nothing personal." He shrugged.

"Nice to know." Pete slurred. All the alcohol was getting to my head and I decided to go upstairs and get away from everyone.

"I'll be back in a minute." I told everyone, unsure of what to really tell them. I didn't wanna have to explain that I felt a little sick because then they'll all think I'm a lightweight and can't handle alcohol.

I basically sprinted up the stairs and into my bedroom. I threw myself across my bed and began crying. Why was this all so difficult? All I wanted was to get away from Vic and now he is here, not that I mind that much. He's kinda good company when drunk, but that won't last.

There was a soft knock on my door and I got up and went over to it. I opened the door and noticed it was Vic on the other side. I stood there staring at him, not sure what to say at all. "Hey." He said softly. I looked at his drunken stance, he was trying to keep himself stood straight but it wasn't happening for him.

"Hi." I mumbled back. I opened the door to let him in and closed it behind him.

"I want to apologise for earlier today, I shouldn't have kissed you." He turned to look at me. I stood with my arms crossed over my chest and nodded.

"Okay thanks is that all?" I asked seriously.

"I guess." He sighed. He looked so broken.

"Vic." I mumbled. He looked at me and nodded slowly, his balance a bit off. "Why did you kiss me?" I guess now is the best chance I've got to find out why.

He looked at his feet, clearly too scared to answer. "You're kinda beautiful I guess." This did not sound like the Vic Fuentes who was locking me in closets and posting pictures of me when I was fat around school. Not at all.

"If you think that then why do you act like you hate me?" I asked. His head snapped up and he looked at me with sad eyes.

"You'd rather die than be with me." He said quietly. It felt like daggers attacking my chest hearing him say it. I guess it was a totally horrible thing to say and my drunken state didn't agree with my sober comments.

I walked over to him and pulled him in for a hug. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings." I whispered.

He pulled back and I felt like he was rejecting me. It was kinda horrible but I guess I deserve it. I don't even know if I even like him but somehow it feels like my heart is breaking right now. "It's fine." He mumbled. I looked up at him and it felt like there was so much pain within him, like being drunk just brought it all out. I just wanted to comfort him, make him feel better even though all he's ever done is make me feel awful.

I reached up and put my hand on his shoulder, he just stared down at me as I done so. I wrapped the hand around the back of his neck and stood on my toes, pressing my lips against his. He didn't react, not for the first second anyway. My heart began to beat rapidly as I waited for the reaction and it was exactly what I hoped for. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in closer, kissing me back.

I ran my tongue against his lips and he opened his mouth, letting our tongues meet. He tasted like a combination of beer, mint and Vodka. It was odd but strangely nice at the same time. I pushed him backwards until he fell onto my bed and I fell down on top of him.

He pushed me over so that he was on top of me and began kissing my neck, I let out a moan of pleasure. That's when reality hit and I pushed him away. "Stop." I said frantically. He stopped instantly and looked at me.

"What's wrong?" He frowned.

"I'm not comfortable doing this right now." I explained. He nodded and got off me, sitting next to me on my bed.

"I'm sorry if I was too pushy." He apologised. I looked at him and kissed his cheek.

"You didn't do anything wrong." I whispered to him. He looked at me and smiled. And it kinda gave me butterflies.

-

I woke up tangled in my sheets. My eyes were too sore to dare open them up but as soon as I did, I regretted it. The hangover starts here I guess. Slowly I sat up in my bed and noticed another body on the other side of my bed. I have no memory of what happened last night.

I creeped over and noticed it was Vic. What the fuck is he doing in my bed. I looked at my body and noticed all my clothes were still on so I didn't sleep with him, thankfully.

He rolled over and opened his eyes. He looked at me with confusion. "What's wrong?" He asked me.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?" I asked, covering myself with the sheet.

He sat up slowly, raising an eyebrow at me. "You don't remember anything from last night?" He asked. I shook my head no and I could see a small bit of disappointment in his eyes. Probably sad that I don't remember something horrible he did to me last night.

"I think you should leave." I told him sternly. He just pushed the covers off him and got off my bed, stormed over to the door and stopped for a second.

"Next time you get drunk, stay the fuck away from me." He mumbled and left the room. He slammed the door shut, leaving me to my confusing thoughts. What the fuck happened last night?

Notes

Three updates in one night? I'm too good to you guys. Let me know what you think!