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This Love Was Out of Control

We're So Alike But So Different At The Same Time

*Jaime’s POV*-after the plane ride and settling in-

“I have a house here, ya know,” Tony stated as we walked to a house nearby.

“Good for you. What, you tryna show off in front of me?” I said carrying my suitcase in one hand and throwing my bag over my shoulder.

“No, but I’m just saying. You’re staying with me.”

“No shit, you freaking turtle!”

“Until you get yourself a job and rent out your own apartment.”

Damn. “Fuck you, Tony.”

We started for the door. Tony unlocked the door and into the house we went. We unpacked our things and started to settle in.

“I’m hungry,” I said holding my stomach, staring at the fridge. I know he doesn’t have any food yet because he hasn’t lived here in a while.

“I’m going out to get some McDonald’s, if you wanna hang?” he said placing his hand on my shoulder.

“No thanks. You go bring it and I’ll stay here,” I said looking away from him.

“Then there’s the door,” he pointed. What? “Go hit your head on it. Either you come with me or you eat nothing.”

“Asshole!” I yelled, giving him a playfully light shove.

“You’re not spending your time laying around the house,” he stated. “Oh, by the way, you’re starting school tomorrow.”

A way to break the news to me. “What? We were on the plane a couple hours ago! And I already have to start school? Tomorrow?! Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“No. You’re going to start bright and early. You can pick up your schedule from the office as well. I talked to the principle and you’re ready to go.”

How does he even get a hold of these people that quick? He’s got everything planned out! How I’m going to live my life, what choices I’m going to make. He’s doing this shit for me. I’m not a little kid! Then again, I can’t complain because...well I just can’t. Tony is insane. But I gotta give it to him for putting up with me and my annoying shit.

“But for now,” he started, “lets get some grub! I’m famished!”

~~~

Being a complete fatass that I am with food, I scarfed everything Tony bought for me.

I had no money and no job, yet. He was so determined that I get my ass to work and make my own cash. Unlike my poor busted ass, he started at an early age. 15 I think? He took care of himself when his parents were on a duel income. They never had time for him. Same with mine, except the fact that my mom didn’t care enough to take care of me.

I finished my last fry and chugged down my coke. I glanced over at a group of guys walking in, laughing making themselves the center of attention. One of them hustled to the bathroom in dire need to take a dump or something.

One guy was super tall and skinny with tattoos all over his neck and arms. He wore a SD snapback. I’m gonna assume that means San Diego. Another guy was petite and pale. He had tattoos going up and down his right arm and a couple on his left. I didn’t really catch a good glimpse of his chest tattoo though. His hair was short and pitch black; it complimented his face. The remaining guys had red hair and a shitload of tattoos; just like the giant guy with the snapback. But the last boy caught my attention tremendously. He had long brown hair with curls at the bottom that formatted his face perfectly. He was very thin and had no tattoos. Well, actually, none that I could see at least because he was wearing a black hoodie. He also had on gray skinnies and black Vans. That’s my kind of style right there. He was quite short. I think a lil shorter than me.

He was vigilant of me the whole time. Tony was trying to grab my undivided attention but I wasn’t giving it to him. The boy stared me down. His beautiful chocolaty eyes gazed into mine. I felt Tony rotate his head to see who I was staring at.

“Who’s that, Jaime?” he said smiling at me.

I turned my attention back to Tony. I bit my lip. “Huh? I don’t know but…he’s…..he’s…” I couldn’t find the right words to speak my mind. He was different. He was adorable. I didn’t know what it was but I’m guessing it was the way his eyes orbited from the bathroom, to me, to the bathroom again. I guess that means he’s leaving when his buddies get out.

“He’s so…sooo..” I began to say but just couldn’t finish.

“Cute, hot, sexy, stunning, gorgeous, beautiful? What is it?!” Tony exclaimed hammering his drink on the edge of the table.

“All of the above man.” I just have to know all about him. Where he's from, what his name is, what school he goes to and just…everything.

His buddies flung open the restroom door and started for the main entrance. He started walking along. But he slowly paced himself so he didn’t reach the door fast enough. He stopped and gazed at me. Our eyes locked tightly on each other, not breaking contact for a second. It felt like he wanted to walk over and talk to me.

“Fuentes, lets go!” one of the red-haired boys yelled in his diretion.

I thought to myself. Oh my god. He’s Mexican! That’s such a Mexican last name. And Fuentes? Ugh, I wanna know what his first name is! So I know some things: One, his last name. Two, he’s Mexican like me. Three, he’s perfect looking. And four, he’s so…he’s so small compared to his friends.

I saw him snap out of his thoughts and bolt to the door without scanning me for inspection.

He is so perfect and I’m anxious to see his beautiful face again sometime soon.

Too bad he turned around and flipped me off before heading out the door.

Oh. Damn.

*Vic’s POV*

“Are you losers ready to go or what?” my younger brother Mike shouted twirling the keys in his hand.

Me, my bro Mike, my friend’s Jesse and Alan, and my other douche of a friend Kellin were on our way to a band audition. Yes, we are all in a band called Yesterday’s Mistakes. Sounds cheesy as fuck but when we make it to the top of the leader board, we’ll change the name.

I’m Vic Fuentes. I’m an asshole to people and I don’t give a shit what you think. I used to be the biggest bully in middle school. I bullied, my now best friend, Kellin to the max. I made him do all these destructive things to the teachers and students. But that’s over with now and we’re buddies.

So this is how our band works. I’m the singer and Kellin is the lead screamer. We both pretty much have high voices but Kellin can reach those higher notes more than I can. My brother Mike is the drummer. He’s the shit, literally. Alan is the bassist and Jesse plays the lead guitar. I think we’re a great band but somehow we’re shifting gears a lot with practice time. I think that we’re slowly falling apart though. Alan wants to work with his best friend Austin who screams for a band called Of Mice and Men. So that means we might lose a bassist and that’s so important to our band. He mentioned the other day that if we don’t make this audition, he’s heading over to Austin’s band. Good job staying dedicated Alan.

So those are our band related problems.

I turned to Mike. “Give me the keys, Mikey. You can’t drive,” I said extending my hand out in front of him.

“What? Why?! I wanna drive. You drove last time, douche bag!” he said grasping the keys to his chest.

I sighed. “Because you crashed the car the other day and I was stuck paying for it and getting it remodeled, dick head.” I snatched the keys harshly from his hand.

“Whatever.” He turned away. “Hey, uh, Alan?! Come on, we’re going to leave you behind if you don’t hurry the fuck up!”

~~~

“I gotta pee,” Jesse stated, holding his crotch area. We were almost there too!

“Fucking hell, Jesse! I said to go before we leave the house!” We all live together since we barely have time for anything else besides band practice. It’s always school, extra activities after school, come home and do homework, and then band practice. Sometimes we switch up practice with homework.

“My bad,” he laughed covering his mouth.

“There’s a McDonald’s up ahead,” Alan pointed out the window.

If we’re late to this audition, I’m going to fuck Jesse up! I pulled into the McDonald’s and haulted the car, pressing my foot on the break. “All of you, out of the car. Go to the bathroom, Jesse. And hurry up! We can’t be late because you decided to take a potty break.” I got out, slamming the door behind me.

We all walked in laughing because Jesse was about to let out his leakage right then and there. He sprinted to the bathroom and everyone followed behind him, except me.

I looked around the place. I locked eyes with a boy that couldn’t take his eyes off of me since I pushed my way through the door.

Wait what? Why is he staring at me? Weird fucker. Does he know me? I sure as hell don’t know who he is. In fact, I never seen him around here before. Have I threatened to take his money before? Did I pound him on the ground for not doing my homework one day? I honestly don’t know.

I noticed his tattoos were pretty cool though. He had flowers in all different colors on his upper left shoulder. He had black spikey hair that pointed in all different directions. I glanced down his body and saw that he wore ripped black skinnies and dark blue Vans. Hmmm…not bad. He was sitting with a guy that looked about his age. His hair was straightened to perfection. Even I can’t get mine that straight. The left side of his head was shaved and looked really smooth. He had as many tattoos as my brother Mike. This is weird. I feel like I should know who these guys are but I don’t.

Anywho, he twirled his straw and licked his lips. He kept full attention on me. Ewww, is he gay? That’s gross. I bit my bottom lip. That’s probably why he can’t take his eyes off me. Maybe he wants to be friends? I mean I’m an asshole but I’m no bully… anymore at least. Not even to gays. My friends like to make fun of gay people. I think that’s really rude. That’s something I would never do even though I’ve probably done worse to people in my life.

My friends came out of the bathroom and headed for the door. I took baby steps to the entrance, not wanting to look away from him for some reason.

“Fuentes, lets go!” Alan bellowed at me from a distance. I took a quick peep at the guy and started for the door. Before I closed the door, I turned my head to him, flipped him the middle finger, and smirked a little. Ha. I love how much of an asshole I am to people I don’t know. I’ll probably never see him again so I’m just messing with him to piss him off.

I’m known in Mountain View High School as the badass athlete. I kickass in soccer and I’m a monster on the diving board. Oh yeah, and if that isn’t good enough, I’m in a fucking band! That’s pretty cool if you ask me.

My name is Vic Fuentes and I love to fuck with people. A whole lot.

Notes

*WOO WOO... CHAPTER TWO! HEY THAT RHYMES!:)
-so fuenciado will kick in a lil later but for now enjoy what i got you lovely people
please comment guys!

Comments

Would really like to see a sequel :)

I just started reading this and im on chapter five then I accidently read the top comment about Jaime dying and now im pissed at myself

You little fucker JAIME IS NOT ALOUD TO DIE I CRYED FOR THREE CHAPTERS STRIGHT but it was nice that you put him memories at the end it's a great story

Ptvlover213 Ptvlover213
5/30/15

DUDE I READ THIS IN 3 DAYS AND RN ITS 1:52 AM AND BAWLING MY EYES OUT LIKE HELLA NOT ONLY BECAUSE OF THE ENDING BUT MY FRIEND'S GOLDFISH JUST DIED AND I COULDN'T HELP TO BE EMOTIONAL BUT GODAMN IT

@piercethevie

Sorry, I just really freaking love this story and I kinda lost it when you killed Jaime.