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I knew it wouldn’t last for long. Staying as true to my self as possible it wasn’t long before Pete Wentz was back in my bed. It took three days to be exact.
”She cried when I told her” he said quietly as he stroked my hair while I laid on his chest. He actually sounded upset for some reason.
”That’s terrible” was all I could manage. I’m an awful person. I didn’t give a shit about how she reacted. I’m just glad I got my way in the end.
”It was bad Alex. Real bad” I sat up to look at him. He wouldn’t look at me.
”What’s the problem Pete, I thought you wanted this? I thought you wanted to be with me and now you won’t even look at me.” He continued to glare at the ceiling and didn’t say anything. “This is bullshit” I muttered sliding to the edge of the bed. There was another ten minutes of silence. I couldn’t take it. I moved to get up.
”She’s pregnant Alex” my blood ran cold for a second before I jumped off the bed.
”Are you actually being serious Pete or are you just fucking with me.”
”Why would I lie about something like that Alex” he snapped finally looking at me. I sat back on the bed and pulled my knees up to my chest.
”What are you going to do?” I asked quietly.
”What can I do? I’ve left her for you. That’s it.”
”What about your… child” I could barely bring myself to say it.
”What about it? I’ll pay child support for the next 18 years”
”I could never give you that” I started to cry silently. The gravity of the situation finally crushing me. Pete was going to be a father and it was to someone else’s child and not mine. For the first time in my life I actually imagined settling down with someone and having children and a real life. And as quick as it came it was gone. I’d never settle down, I’d never have children and I was a selfish bitch for asking Pete to leave his girlfriend for me. I couldn’t give him anything. I certainly could never give him a child. He could have it all and I was holding him back.
”Give me what?”
”A child Pete. I can never give you that. I can’t give you the assurance that you’ll ever be the only one either.”
”I’m okay with that Alex. Shh… don’t cry” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around me.
”Go back to her and try and make it work”
”What?! We just got together Alex and now you want me to go?!”
”Just try Pete please. Don’t leave your kid without a father. I never had a father growing up and look at me now. I substitute sex for the love I never had when growing up. I know why I do what I do. I’m not stupid believe it or not. You don’t want your kid growing up without you. You’ll regret it and your gonna hate me for making you do it.”
”But… I love you Alex” he meant it, I knew that. I knew I loved him too with every ounce of my being. I always had and I always will but I had to lie to him.
”I don’t love you Pete. Go back to Ashlee and make it work” I got off the bed and put on my dressing gown. He didn’t say a word as he got dressed. “Pete?”
”Yeah?”
”You’ll be a great dad” I managed to smile before turning my back to him so he didn’t see me cry again. I waited for the front door to close before I got back into bed and buried myself under my quilt. A while later I felt my bed dip and Harper wriggled under the covers.
”What happened?” she whispered twirling a strand of my hair around her finger before tucking it behind me ear.
”Shes pregnant” I wept
”Who? Ashlee?!” I nodded
”Shit. He told you and left?”
”No, he told me and wanted to stay. He told me he loved me and I lied to him and told him I didn’t love him and to go back to her.”
”Oh Alex” She pulled me to her and hugged me tight as fresh waves of tears came. “What the hell are we gonna do with you? Just when its going good for yeh, it gets shit”
”Story of my life huh?”
”Maybe you should give Ryan a call” She laughed and nudged me.
”And Joe and Patrick too cause they’ve all been calling me non-stop since Friday”
”Next person that calls, you go out with them. Enjoy yourself girl. Your only young once”
”They’re probably all sick of calling by now Harper”
”You’ll be surprised.” She smiled before slipping out of bed. “Now get dressed you self pitying lil bitch” I had to laugh. I loved this girl
Sure enough, an hour later my phone rang. It was Ryan and I strongly suspected that she told Brendon to get Ryan to call me. But whatever, he asked me out to dinner so I agreed.
”Do you want to tell me about yourself?” he asked midway through our starter.
”Oh… what do you want to know?”
”Why did you chose to be a dancer?”
”Well I always admired Dita-“ he held a hand up to stop me.
”I don’t want the interview answer you always give. I want the real reason.” I was taken aback for a moment. What was with this guy.
”I don’t know what you mean Ryan. The answers I give in my interviews are all real”
”And learned off.” I was starting to seriously dislike this man.
”What do you mean learned off? Who are you to decide if my answers are fake or not?”
”I’m just like you.”
”This is ridiculous” I muttered grabbing my bag and moving to stand. His hand shot out and grabbed me by the wrist.
”Stop, I said I wanted to get to know you right? Remember?”
“I remember and I answered your question and you called me a liar”
”I never used that word. Sit please.” I sat back down in a huff. “What I meant was we all have our, I suppose, “Pre Approved” answers that are run past our Managers and Publicists. What I meant to ask was why do you really do what you do? What motivates you to be in the industry at such a young age?”
”I like to be watched.”
”Don’t we all?”
”I should rephrase. I like men watching me. I love seeing they’re faces as they watch me. I’m probably the vainest person you’ll ever meet”
”Doesn’t it get creepy at times?”
”Of course but theres always going to be creepy fans when your famous.”
I concentrated on my food, picking at it and pushing it around my plate. I could feel him watching me.
”Whats the story with you and Pete?” my fork clattered loudly on my plate and my eyes stung. I willed myself not to cry in front of this stranger. I cleared my throat and gave my head a quick shake to compose myself again.
”Theres no deal with myself and Pete”
”There seemed to be something the oth-“
”I said theres nothing going on” I snapped.
An awkward silence hovered between us. I fucking hated dates.
“Hi, I’m Ryan Ross. I was born on the 30th of August 1986. I play lead guitar in a band called Panic at the disco and I’m a perpetually nosey person” he extended his hand across the table to me. I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation but I played along anyway.
”My name is Alexandra Klassen. I was also born on the 30th of August but in 1989. I take my clothes off for a living, I’m a textbook narcissist and my life is the worst cliché in psychoanalysis”
”Funny thing to say. Whys that?”
”I do what I do for the male attention I never received as a child. I never had a father growing up so I surround myself with men and do what I have to do to get the attention I crave.” His mouth hung open slightly in a look which I can only describe as shock. “See people think I’m retarded and have nothing up here” I motioned tapping my temple “just because I strip for a living. I’m actually quite intelligent”
”Then why don’t you go to college or something?” I just shrugged.
”I’m already a millionaire.”
”Touché” he laughed.
My phone buzzed noisily on the table. Patrick’s name and picture flashed up on the screen. I hit the reject button.
”You can take that y’know”
”I don’t want to.”
”Why?”
”Its not dinner table conversation” He raised his eyebrows questioningly just as my phone started ringing again. This time though it was Joes name and face that filled the screen. I hit reject again.
”Not dinner table conversation?”
”Right!”
”Patrick and Joe?” I avoided his gaze and shrugged my shoulders. “Pete?”
”I’m not the nicest person…”
”Oh…” he just nodded like he understood and didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “So if we were to… you’d still be…” he let it hang.
”I don’t even know what the situation is now to be honest.”
”Your not single?”
”I am”
”But your seeing some-…others…”
”Its complicated.” He sighed deeply as he sat back.
”Tell me how complicated”
”Its not really first date, dinner table conversation”
”Lets go somewhere else so”
”I’ll be perfectly honest with you. I quite like you and I’m afraid you won’t like me anymore if we talk about things like that… Can we just see how we go for now?”
”I guess…”
We ate in silence for a few minutes before Ryan spoke up.
”I’m going on tour next week”
”Oh… For how long?”
”Three months”
“That’s shit… how can we see how we go if your not here?”
”We can keep in contact”
”Like pen pals or some shit. I need someone that’s in the same state as me at least”
”Its just bad timing Alex. I’ll be back before you know it.”
”Its three months…”
”We still have a week before I go…”
”My place or yours” I grinned.
”Your place.” He grabbed his jacket and threw a wad of bills down on the table as we got up and headed for the exit.
”She cried when I told her” he said quietly as he stroked my hair while I laid on his chest. He actually sounded upset for some reason.
”That’s terrible” was all I could manage. I’m an awful person. I didn’t give a shit about how she reacted. I’m just glad I got my way in the end.
”It was bad Alex. Real bad” I sat up to look at him. He wouldn’t look at me.
”What’s the problem Pete, I thought you wanted this? I thought you wanted to be with me and now you won’t even look at me.” He continued to glare at the ceiling and didn’t say anything. “This is bullshit” I muttered sliding to the edge of the bed. There was another ten minutes of silence. I couldn’t take it. I moved to get up.
”She’s pregnant Alex” my blood ran cold for a second before I jumped off the bed.
”Are you actually being serious Pete or are you just fucking with me.”
”Why would I lie about something like that Alex” he snapped finally looking at me. I sat back on the bed and pulled my knees up to my chest.
”What are you going to do?” I asked quietly.
”What can I do? I’ve left her for you. That’s it.”
”What about your… child” I could barely bring myself to say it.
”What about it? I’ll pay child support for the next 18 years”
”I could never give you that” I started to cry silently. The gravity of the situation finally crushing me. Pete was going to be a father and it was to someone else’s child and not mine. For the first time in my life I actually imagined settling down with someone and having children and a real life. And as quick as it came it was gone. I’d never settle down, I’d never have children and I was a selfish bitch for asking Pete to leave his girlfriend for me. I couldn’t give him anything. I certainly could never give him a child. He could have it all and I was holding him back.
”Give me what?”
”A child Pete. I can never give you that. I can’t give you the assurance that you’ll ever be the only one either.”
”I’m okay with that Alex. Shh… don’t cry” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around me.
”Go back to her and try and make it work”
”What?! We just got together Alex and now you want me to go?!”
”Just try Pete please. Don’t leave your kid without a father. I never had a father growing up and look at me now. I substitute sex for the love I never had when growing up. I know why I do what I do. I’m not stupid believe it or not. You don’t want your kid growing up without you. You’ll regret it and your gonna hate me for making you do it.”
”But… I love you Alex” he meant it, I knew that. I knew I loved him too with every ounce of my being. I always had and I always will but I had to lie to him.
”I don’t love you Pete. Go back to Ashlee and make it work” I got off the bed and put on my dressing gown. He didn’t say a word as he got dressed. “Pete?”
”Yeah?”
”You’ll be a great dad” I managed to smile before turning my back to him so he didn’t see me cry again. I waited for the front door to close before I got back into bed and buried myself under my quilt. A while later I felt my bed dip and Harper wriggled under the covers.
”What happened?” she whispered twirling a strand of my hair around her finger before tucking it behind me ear.
”Shes pregnant” I wept
”Who? Ashlee?!” I nodded
”Shit. He told you and left?”
”No, he told me and wanted to stay. He told me he loved me and I lied to him and told him I didn’t love him and to go back to her.”
”Oh Alex” She pulled me to her and hugged me tight as fresh waves of tears came. “What the hell are we gonna do with you? Just when its going good for yeh, it gets shit”
”Story of my life huh?”
”Maybe you should give Ryan a call” She laughed and nudged me.
”And Joe and Patrick too cause they’ve all been calling me non-stop since Friday”
”Next person that calls, you go out with them. Enjoy yourself girl. Your only young once”
”They’re probably all sick of calling by now Harper”
”You’ll be surprised.” She smiled before slipping out of bed. “Now get dressed you self pitying lil bitch” I had to laugh. I loved this girl
Sure enough, an hour later my phone rang. It was Ryan and I strongly suspected that she told Brendon to get Ryan to call me. But whatever, he asked me out to dinner so I agreed.
”Do you want to tell me about yourself?” he asked midway through our starter.
”Oh… what do you want to know?”
”Why did you chose to be a dancer?”
”Well I always admired Dita-“ he held a hand up to stop me.
”I don’t want the interview answer you always give. I want the real reason.” I was taken aback for a moment. What was with this guy.
”I don’t know what you mean Ryan. The answers I give in my interviews are all real”
”And learned off.” I was starting to seriously dislike this man.
”What do you mean learned off? Who are you to decide if my answers are fake or not?”
”I’m just like you.”
”This is ridiculous” I muttered grabbing my bag and moving to stand. His hand shot out and grabbed me by the wrist.
”Stop, I said I wanted to get to know you right? Remember?”
“I remember and I answered your question and you called me a liar”
”I never used that word. Sit please.” I sat back down in a huff. “What I meant was we all have our, I suppose, “Pre Approved” answers that are run past our Managers and Publicists. What I meant to ask was why do you really do what you do? What motivates you to be in the industry at such a young age?”
”I like to be watched.”
”Don’t we all?”
”I should rephrase. I like men watching me. I love seeing they’re faces as they watch me. I’m probably the vainest person you’ll ever meet”
”Doesn’t it get creepy at times?”
”Of course but theres always going to be creepy fans when your famous.”
I concentrated on my food, picking at it and pushing it around my plate. I could feel him watching me.
”Whats the story with you and Pete?” my fork clattered loudly on my plate and my eyes stung. I willed myself not to cry in front of this stranger. I cleared my throat and gave my head a quick shake to compose myself again.
”Theres no deal with myself and Pete”
”There seemed to be something the oth-“
”I said theres nothing going on” I snapped.
An awkward silence hovered between us. I fucking hated dates.
“Hi, I’m Ryan Ross. I was born on the 30th of August 1986. I play lead guitar in a band called Panic at the disco and I’m a perpetually nosey person” he extended his hand across the table to me. I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation but I played along anyway.
”My name is Alexandra Klassen. I was also born on the 30th of August but in 1989. I take my clothes off for a living, I’m a textbook narcissist and my life is the worst cliché in psychoanalysis”
”Funny thing to say. Whys that?”
”I do what I do for the male attention I never received as a child. I never had a father growing up so I surround myself with men and do what I have to do to get the attention I crave.” His mouth hung open slightly in a look which I can only describe as shock. “See people think I’m retarded and have nothing up here” I motioned tapping my temple “just because I strip for a living. I’m actually quite intelligent”
”Then why don’t you go to college or something?” I just shrugged.
”I’m already a millionaire.”
”Touché” he laughed.
My phone buzzed noisily on the table. Patrick’s name and picture flashed up on the screen. I hit the reject button.
”You can take that y’know”
”I don’t want to.”
”Why?”
”Its not dinner table conversation” He raised his eyebrows questioningly just as my phone started ringing again. This time though it was Joes name and face that filled the screen. I hit reject again.
”Not dinner table conversation?”
”Right!”
”Patrick and Joe?” I avoided his gaze and shrugged my shoulders. “Pete?”
”I’m not the nicest person…”
”Oh…” he just nodded like he understood and didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “So if we were to… you’d still be…” he let it hang.
”I don’t even know what the situation is now to be honest.”
”Your not single?”
”I am”
”But your seeing some-…others…”
”Its complicated.” He sighed deeply as he sat back.
”Tell me how complicated”
”Its not really first date, dinner table conversation”
”Lets go somewhere else so”
”I’ll be perfectly honest with you. I quite like you and I’m afraid you won’t like me anymore if we talk about things like that… Can we just see how we go for now?”
”I guess…”
We ate in silence for a few minutes before Ryan spoke up.
”I’m going on tour next week”
”Oh… For how long?”
”Three months”
“That’s shit… how can we see how we go if your not here?”
”We can keep in contact”
”Like pen pals or some shit. I need someone that’s in the same state as me at least”
”Its just bad timing Alex. I’ll be back before you know it.”
”Its three months…”
”We still have a week before I go…”
”My place or yours” I grinned.
”Your place.” He grabbed his jacket and threw a wad of bills down on the table as we got up and headed for the exit.
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