The Thin Line Between Hate And Love (Chapter 3)
Title: The Thin Line Between Hate And Love.
Rating: PG-13 at the moment ;)
Pairing: Jalex.
Summary: That odd moment when you realise you didn't hate someone as much as you originally thought.
Disclaimer: This is fictional, I only own the storyline.
Warnings: Swearing. Mild bullying.
A/N- Okay, so I actually wrote this, but it disappeared, meaning I have to write it again *sighs* oh well, anyway, here it is. Warning: It sucks. ;) Sorry for the long arse wait aswell, I blame school, it's seriously a bitch this year. I'm side-tracking again...here's chapter 3 anyway :D Thanks for comments :)
Masterpost: http://nandaflum.livejournal.com/
Chapter 3
I'm so happy it's Friday today, the main reason being that it's Saturday tomorrow, which means no Jack Barakat or Rian Dawson. Perfect. I swear that is my idea of heaven, and I'm not even kidding. Seeing those 2 dicks everyday causes so much annoyance, it's unreal. I never thought I could hate someone as much as I hate them, I mean, I am not a horrible, hate-filled guy, but when it comes to those two...arghhh. Release the fire.
This weekend is different from most though, because me and Zack have actually been invited to a party. Yes, and actual party invitation landed in my hand yesterday, and I am so proud. Zack and I are one of the most unpopular people in school, it's my fault really, I am so socially-retarded that Zack has to suffer aswell. God, I suck. But anyway, back to the party. It's tomorrow night, and as amazing as the house party invitation is, there is a major downfall. If you haven't guessed already, then you're an idiot, no, I'm joking, if you haven't guessed it already, then I'll just tell you. It's Jack Barakat's party.
I don't even know why he invited me, I always thought we had a hate relationship going on- No, wait, not relationship, definitely not relationship. Er, the thought sickens me. Do you know what the worst part of this whole situation is? Zack wants to go.
"Oh, Alexxxxx, please" Zack whined, leaning against my locker with his best puppy dog eyes, but I wouldn't look into them. No, I would not give into that demon. Nope. Never.
"Zack, I've told you before, I am not stepping foot into that arsehole's house" I grumbled, still rumaging around in my locker for...I can't even remember now. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"Lexyyyyyyyyy"
"Zack," I slammed the locker, "We are not going, and that is final!"
He pouted childishly, "You're no fun, Lex"
Damn those eyes. Damn them.
"Fine" I sighed, "But I swear to god, if he starts anything-"
"He won't" Zack cut his own sentence off with a squeal, "Lexy, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Alright, alright" I tried to calm him down, but it wouldn't work, he kept jumping around like a kangaroo, "Zack," I hissed, "Gay the fuck down, people are looking"
I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind, and hot breath on my neck. Why do I already know who this is?
"I think you should be the one to gay down, Gaskarth, people are catching on to your dirty little secret" He whispered, his voice affirming my earlier suspicions of who it was.
"Fuck you" I mumbled, trying to move away from him, but his grip tightened.
"Mmm, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Get your hands off my arse in the next 3 seconds or I swear to god, Barakat" I demanded, my voice cold and harsh.
He giggled, "You're cute" He whispered.
"3-2-" I cut my countdown off when I felt his hands move from my bottom.
"So," He started, his voice raising to a normal tone now, "Are you two coming to my party?"
I rolled my eyes at the cockiness in his voice, like he already knew the answer. Smug git.
"Erm, y-yeah, if that's okay, I mean" Zack mumbled nervously, almost making me roll my eyes again, I swear that's all I do these days.
"Of course it is, I wouldn't invite you if I didn't want you to come. You just have your friend Alex here, to thank for getting you the invite, Zack, if he didn't look so hot in those jeans yesterday, you two losers wouldn't even be allowed on the premises of my house"
"Your parents' house" I muttered under my breath.
"What's that, sexy?"
"Nothing" I rolled my eyes.
"Good, so I'll see you tomorrow night then, yeah?"
"Yeah, I look forward to it, much like I look forward to my death" I replied sarcastically.
"Well, if you're really lucky, we might be able to arrange both to happen at the same time" He smirked, well, like I've said before, it never actually left the smug bastard's face.
"Fuck you" I hissed, seriously pissed off at him now.
"You gonna have to work to get me into bed, Gaskarth" He winked.
I just glared at him, I think I deserve better than Barakat. I mean, I know I'm not the most attractive person ever, but him- bahaha- the thought could cheer me up on any occasion. How ridiculous.
A/N- I just realised I wrote arse instead of ass, but my dinner is here now, so I can't be bothered to change it, you understand though. I always write it arse, 'cause that's how I say it! ;) Anyway, that was kind of a filler, new add soon! I swear! ;)
Rating: PG-13 at the moment ;)
Pairing: Jalex.
Summary: That odd moment when you realise you didn't hate someone as much as you originally thought.
Disclaimer: This is fictional, I only own the storyline.
Warnings: Swearing. Mild bullying.
A/N- Okay, so I actually wrote this, but it disappeared, meaning I have to write it again *sighs* oh well, anyway, here it is. Warning: It sucks. ;) Sorry for the long arse wait aswell, I blame school, it's seriously a bitch this year. I'm side-tracking again...here's chapter 3 anyway :D Thanks for comments :)
Masterpost: http://nandaflum.livejournal.com/
Chapter 3
I'm so happy it's Friday today, the main reason being that it's Saturday tomorrow, which means no Jack Barakat or Rian Dawson. Perfect. I swear that is my idea of heaven, and I'm not even kidding. Seeing those 2 dicks everyday causes so much annoyance, it's unreal. I never thought I could hate someone as much as I hate them, I mean, I am not a horrible, hate-filled guy, but when it comes to those two...arghhh. Release the fire.
This weekend is different from most though, because me and Zack have actually been invited to a party. Yes, and actual party invitation landed in my hand yesterday, and I am so proud. Zack and I are one of the most unpopular people in school, it's my fault really, I am so socially-retarded that Zack has to suffer aswell. God, I suck. But anyway, back to the party. It's tomorrow night, and as amazing as the house party invitation is, there is a major downfall. If you haven't guessed already, then you're an idiot, no, I'm joking, if you haven't guessed it already, then I'll just tell you. It's Jack Barakat's party.
I don't even know why he invited me, I always thought we had a hate relationship going on- No, wait, not relationship, definitely not relationship. Er, the thought sickens me. Do you know what the worst part of this whole situation is? Zack wants to go.
"Oh, Alexxxxx, please" Zack whined, leaning against my locker with his best puppy dog eyes, but I wouldn't look into them. No, I would not give into that demon. Nope. Never.
"Zack, I've told you before, I am not stepping foot into that arsehole's house" I grumbled, still rumaging around in my locker for...I can't even remember now. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"Lexyyyyyyyyy"
"Zack," I slammed the locker, "We are not going, and that is final!"
He pouted childishly, "You're no fun, Lex"
Damn those eyes. Damn them.
"Fine" I sighed, "But I swear to god, if he starts anything-"
"He won't" Zack cut his own sentence off with a squeal, "Lexy, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Alright, alright" I tried to calm him down, but it wouldn't work, he kept jumping around like a kangaroo, "Zack," I hissed, "Gay the fuck down, people are looking"
I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind, and hot breath on my neck. Why do I already know who this is?
"I think you should be the one to gay down, Gaskarth, people are catching on to your dirty little secret" He whispered, his voice affirming my earlier suspicions of who it was.
"Fuck you" I mumbled, trying to move away from him, but his grip tightened.
"Mmm, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Get your hands off my arse in the next 3 seconds or I swear to god, Barakat" I demanded, my voice cold and harsh.
He giggled, "You're cute" He whispered.
"3-2-" I cut my countdown off when I felt his hands move from my bottom.
"So," He started, his voice raising to a normal tone now, "Are you two coming to my party?"
I rolled my eyes at the cockiness in his voice, like he already knew the answer. Smug git.
"Erm, y-yeah, if that's okay, I mean" Zack mumbled nervously, almost making me roll my eyes again, I swear that's all I do these days.
"Of course it is, I wouldn't invite you if I didn't want you to come. You just have your friend Alex here, to thank for getting you the invite, Zack, if he didn't look so hot in those jeans yesterday, you two losers wouldn't even be allowed on the premises of my house"
"Your parents' house" I muttered under my breath.
"What's that, sexy?"
"Nothing" I rolled my eyes.
"Good, so I'll see you tomorrow night then, yeah?"
"Yeah, I look forward to it, much like I look forward to my death" I replied sarcastically.
"Well, if you're really lucky, we might be able to arrange both to happen at the same time" He smirked, well, like I've said before, it never actually left the smug bastard's face.
"Fuck you" I hissed, seriously pissed off at him now.
"You gonna have to work to get me into bed, Gaskarth" He winked.
I just glared at him, I think I deserve better than Barakat. I mean, I know I'm not the most attractive person ever, but him- bahaha- the thought could cheer me up on any occasion. How ridiculous.
A/N- I just realised I wrote arse instead of ass, but my dinner is here now, so I can't be bothered to change it, you understand though. I always write it arse, 'cause that's how I say it! ;) Anyway, that was kind of a filler, new add soon! I swear! ;)