She's a saint, She's a queen

Zoe stood towards the side of the stage, watching the boys of All Time Low perform. She was hiding in the corner because she shouldn’t have been there, not after what she had done to Alex. Oh Alex, she thought back to what she had done to him, what made her do it? Not even she knew. Sighing, she watched as Jack jumped around the stage, his stare boring into her every time he glanced her way.

Alex hadn’t seen her yet, and she was thankful for that. The band was perfectly in sync as their last song ended. Jack flashed an evil grin in her direction as Alex held the microphone close. “One last song fuckers!” he yelled, moving his sweaty hair of his face. “For my dear friend, who couldn’t be here tonight” he yelled, a bitter edge to his tone.

Are you having trouble finding sleep at night,
Or does your lack of conscience tell you everything’s alright,
I trust your good intentions, that you're watching over friends,
But you must think that I’m crazy, if I don't see through that grin.

So tell me what your best friend knows, that I don't know.
Tell me why you talk me down wherever you go.
You're a saint, you're a queen,
and I'm just another boy without a crown.
Tell me why you sell me out, everywhere you go.
I just want to know what your best friend knows. (what your best friend knows)

So vindictive, you'll say anything you like.
The smile you fake, the steps you take,
you know you never could get it right.
And talk is cheap so make believe, your secrets find the grave,
It's too late, you gave up your last chance to walk away.

So tell me what your best friend knows, that I don't know.
Tell me why you talk me down wherever you go.
You're a saint, you're a queen,
and I'm just another boy without a crown.
Tell me why you sell me out, everywhere you go.
I just want to know what your best friend knows.

You stand a little too tall, say a little too much,
you're gonna bite that know-it-all tongue.
You tried a little too hard, now I'm calling that bluff,
big plans are coming undone.
That's just typical, you're so cynical, couldn't have me.
I didn't want you (you set yourself up to lose),
You're selling me out, to the girl I can't afford to lose.

You stand a little too tall, say a little too much,
you're gonna bite that know-it-all tongue.
You tried a little too hard, now I'm calling that bluff,
big plans are coming undone.
That's just typical, you're so cynical, couldn't have me.
I didn't want you, you set yourself up to lose.

So tell me what your best friend knows, that I don't know.
Tell me why you talk me down (talk me down) wherever you go.
You're a saint, you're a queen,
and I'm just another boy without a crown.
Tell me why you sell me out (sell me out), everywhere you go.
I just want to know what your best friend knows.

What your best friend knows,
I'm never gonna let this go, (what your best friend knows)
What your best friend knows

Zoe wiped the tear that slipped down her cheek; the boys were running off the stage and greeting people so she took it as her time so escape. Running out of the dirty club, she slid down the cold brick wall, in the dark alley way. Closing her eyes she thought back to the day Alex found out what she had done.

Zoe and Kay giggled as they past Alex Gaskarth and Jack Barakat, the band hotties. “This song is for you baby” Alex grinned at Zoe, singing a very cheesy love song from the top of his head. Her cheeks turned a rosy red as she let her long blond hair fall into her face, blocking him from her sight. Once the girls were safely around the corner, Kay turned to Zoe.

“Are you going to tell him?” she asked a pleading look in her eyes. Zoe shook her head.
“of course not! How am I meant to tell Alex freakin Gaskarth that I am the reason Lisa Ruocco won’t talk to him anymore? I am Zoe Van Wilder, most popular girl in school. A fucking queen! it would just be plain embarrassing if anyone found out I spread that rumor about him having herpes just so Lisa wouldn’t go near him” she exclaimed with a sigh. Suddenly, a voice cleared their throat and as the girls turned around Alex was standing behind them, his jaw hung open.

“Zoe. We’re through!” he yelled, gritting his teeth before turning and storming off.

She knew she had fucked up, but the song took things to a new level. Zoe realized it now. Her life is over.