My Mistake, So Predictable

Alex’s POV

Zack text Matt right when we left my house telling him that we were on our way but we hurry over to the studio anyway; not wanting to risk any more of Flyzik’s wrath. We’re only running through a few songs in a small studio in town just to make sure our skills stay sharp for our up-coming summer tour and show tomorrow night, but I know that he would want his bassist and lead singer there as soon as possible.

Twenty minutes later, cut short because of many blown stop signs, oops; we race through the door. Zack reaches it seconds before I do and he yanks it open, letting it swing back and smack into my face because I hadn’t been paying attention to where I am going.

“Ow!” I yelp and clutch my face but I forget to look where I’m going again and trip over one of Jack’s feet that he purposely stretches out when I sprint by.

I flail around for a moment then land clumsily into Flyzik, knocking him to the floor and landing flush against his chest.

“We’re here!” I say sheepishly, not like everyone hadn’t heard or seen our dramatic entrance.
“Get the hell off of me, Gaskarth.” Matt grumbles and shoves me off of him so he can stand and collect the papers that had going flying when I had hit him.

Rian reaches down to help me up and I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet so I can look around at everyone’s smirking faces.

“What?” I ask self-consciously, running a hand through my hair and across my face to make sure nothing embarrassing is there. They continue to grin suspiciously and I finally punch Jack in the arm, him being the closest to where I’m standing, and he whines loudly. “What was that for?”

“You not telling me what’s happening, that’s why.” I pout, hoping that someone will cave in and let me in on the news. I look closer at him as he cradles his arm to his chest. “Dude, what happened to your wrist?” I ask him but he only shrugs in reply. Strange…

“Do you remember what deal Flyzik made with you last time you were late?” Rian interrupts with a snicker, flopping back down on one of the couches conveniently placed inside of the studio waiting room.

I shrug my shoulders; remembering things was never my strong point in life. Teachers loathed me.

Suddenly Flyzik appears at my shoulder, a cardboard box in his hands and a wide grin stretched across his face. He drops the box on the floor and I curiously peek in as his hands find and pull out some kind of thin and lacy material. He holds it up and my face pales in recognition. “Does this ring a bell?” He smirks as the guys howl with laughter.

In his hands is a turquoise and black lingerie like dress. The skirt looks like it wouldn’t even make it to the bottom of my boxers but the ruffled top looks quite flattering; if I can say so without sounding like a complete girl. I groan as the rest of the group cackles and keeps pulling out the accessories from the bottom of the box. Soon a matching blue headband is on the floor, followed by black, dangerous looking heels, black nail polish, and a case of makeup.

The memory comes back to me in an instant. A few months ago I had been late to almost every single band practice. Matt had gotten fed up and was at the end of his rope with threats so he made a pact with me. If I was at practice on time for a year, then he would be my personal slave for a month; but if I was late for even one band practice, I would have to wear the clothes he picked and wear them… in public. I was determined not to lose so I had been early every single time and I was confident on winning. I had even made a list of all of the embarrassing things I was going to make him do. I hadn’t even considered losing as a possibility.

The rest of the guys, however, didn’t seem like they had much faith in me. Judging by how much they had scarily gotten into picking out the best dress to flatter my thighs, fighting over which makeup would make my eyes pop, and even how to style my hair to look as feminine as possible.

“You’ve kept all of this crap with you all of this time?” I ask Matt in disbelief as he shoves all of the items into my arms.

He laughs, “I didn’t want to risk not having it if you were late again.”

A hand slaps my ass and then shoves me in the direction of the bathroom. I turn to glare at the offender and Jack beams back at me, “I’ve always wanted to see what you would look like as a chick, Lexy.” I flip him off and he smirks, shooing me away from him. Assholes.

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Cat calls echo around the room as I step out of the bathroom dressed in the racy attire. My eyes roll but I twirl to give them a look at me from all angles.

“What’s scary is that you guys know my shoe size.” I say once I’m doing spinning and I hold out my heel clad foot to show it off to everyone.

“No, what’s scary is that those don’t look that bad on you.” Rian laughs and the rest join in seconds later.

I flip my hair, being careful not to knock out the headband, and the laughter grows. “So let’s get this show on the road!” I cheer and turn to Matt who is smirking. “What are the rules?” I ask.

“First you’re going to walk to a bar, any bar.”

I shrug, that doesn’t sound horrible; I love bars.

“Get a stool at the bar.”

Again, it seems simple. I have always preferred stools to tables anyway.

“But make sure that the stool is next to a guy.”

Gulp. Okay, there’s the curve ball I had been waiting for. I’m not surprised though at all, I knew Flyzik wouldn’t go easy on me and he’s proving my theory.

“Then, offer to buy him a drink.” The smirk grows on his face as he finishes the rules.

“You should have thought another punishment up, Matt.” I tell him confidently.

“Oh yeah, why?” He lifts an eyebrow.

“Because after I’m done, you’re going to be begging me to buy you a drink.” I bat my fake eyelashes flirtatiously and the guys erupt in laughter, several of them smacking Flyzik on his back teasingly.

I chuckle and push my way through everyone and over to the door, making sure to sway my hips as much as possible. It’s a good thing I spend so much of my time watching girls do it. Hey! I’m not a perv, I’m just a guy.

I make my way down the street alone, but I can hear everyone cackling behind me and the clicks of their phones as they take an endless amount of photos. No doubt they’ll be all over the internet tomorrow. Oh well, I might as well make it worth it.

A hand goes to my hip and I flip my hair over my shoulder with the other. It’s a bitch to walk in these hells but to be fair, I think I’m doing a good job; I mean, I only almost break my ankle twice.

Luckily there’s a bar close by so it only take a few minutes before me and my entourage make our entrance. The bar is dark but I quickly zone in on my victim. I hold my middle finger up over my head until I hear the laughs from the guys and then saunter over to the bar, carefully slipping onto a stool so the poor guy doesn’t get a eyeful of my boxer clad legs underneath the short skirt. How the hell girls do this without showing their goodies to the world is beyond me.

“Hi there.” I purr, leaning over until the guy gets a clear view of my flat chest down the top of the dress.

“Helloo.” He says back, already calling the bartender over. “A drink for the lady.” He says, grinning at me.

The bartender raises an eyebrow and gives the guy a funny look when he takes my appearance in but he shrugs and passes a full glass over.

“So what’s your name, beautiful?” He asks after I down the drink in a matter of seconds. The bartender hands another glass to me and I take a sip before I answer.

“Ale-um Alexandra.” I cough to cover up my almost mistake but judging by his cheesy smile he doesn’t seem to notice.

“I’m Henry.” He says and I shoot him the most winning smile I can.

“That’s a lovely name. I have a cow named Henry.” I bat my eyelashes at him while he tries to think of something to say.

Eventually he gives up and I smirk. “So how about another drink?” he asks but I decline, the bet states that I have to buy him a drink.

“Actually, what if I bought you one?” I ask, waving the bartender over. He stares funnily at me but hands us two more drinks when I ask. My group erupts in cheers behind me and I fight the urge to grin. I knew I had the upper hand the whole time.

Thanks to the guy already being completely trashed when I had first gotten here, this one puts him over the edge and soon his eyes are drooping. He’s a sleepy drunk, perfect. Now I can get out of here without completely embarrassing the poor guy.

“What do you think about coming home with me, gorgeous?” Shit, didn’t expect that.

“Um-.”

“Actually, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” The bartender pipes up.

“Any e-exactly why the hell not?” Henry slurs, leaning over the bar. Okay, scratch my previous thought. He’s an angry drunk.

“Because he’s a guy.” He scoffs and I can’t help it, I burst into laughter at the shock that covers Henry’s face. His face scrunches up in thought and he peers closer at me, his face inches from mine. I raise a hand and wave my newly polished nails at him. It takes him a moment to register that the guy is telling the truth but finally he sputters his drink all over the bar and I cackle without mercy.

“I’m sorry, dude.” I say, slapping the drunk guy on the shoulder so he can clear his throat. “I had a good time though.” I face the bartender, “How’d you know?”

He rolls his eyes at me, “I went to high school with you, Alex. I’d never forget that cocky attitude.” He laughs.

I grin, “Well thanks for saving me, dude.”

“Ah, no problem. It’s kind of a regular thing in a bar.” He grimaces, “Although, it’s usually a female and a male having problems.”

I talk to the guy for a little bit and he tells me his name is Derek and we had math together before excuse myself and totter over to the table where the guys are trying to see who could stack the most shot glasses without them dropping.

“Mission accomplished.” I grin, sliding in next to Flyzik so I can wrap my arm around his shoulders. He pushes me away and crosses his arms.

“One of these days I’ll make you learn a lesson.” He scowls but I can tell he was having a good time at my expense.

“You can’t mess with the master, Matty.” I shrug innocently.

He rolls his eyes and I suddenly notice everyone staring at me again.

“What?” I ask, “Do I have a nip slip?” I adjust the top of my dress but nothing is too revealing so I don’t understand why their eyes are glued to me. “Stop it guys, you’re creeping me out.” I whine.
“We have to tell you something, Alex.” Rian starts.

This can’t be good.