Dear Mr. Gaskarth (26 + 27/ ?)
Titled: Dear Mr. Gaskarth (26 + 27/ ?)
Author: chasingxrabbits
Pairing: Jalex, Slight Merrikat and Olex (Alex and Oli)
Rating: NC-17
Dedications: My amazing friend Peyton (Pitbull). Shes been my rock through this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys at all, but the plot belongs to sausajizz and myself
Masterpost
When Zack came back into town, he wouldn't even speak a word to Jack, so the boy just gave up on it, figured that they were done. Rian wasn't happy that the two wouldn't even look at each other, but that didn't change much anyway. Kyle, concerned as ever, asked what happened, but Jack just shruged.
"I - uh. I guess it just didn't work out, Kyle," he tried as they were on lunch break. Jack had taken them to Subway where he bought Kyle a sandwich - no meat of course- and they ate together.
"But it was going so well," Kyle objected, seemingly genuinely hurt by the failed relationship.
"No, it really wasn't, Kyle. He was one fo my best friends. It couldn't have worked," Jack lied. He knew for sure that the whole reason that it failed was because of Alex, and it killed him to have to admit that the teacher had such a hold on his home life. He couldn't ever say that it was Alex though, for obvious reasons, so he just took the blame.
"It should have worked," Kyle noted, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Best friends can fall in love."
"Yeah, but it didn't- we didn't, simple as that."
Kyle glanced down at his watch, saphire blue eyes popping open wide with shock. "Oh my, Jack!"
"What?"
"English starts in three minutes," Kyle said, obviously panicing. He stood, pulling Jack up with him. "We have to go."
Jack laughed, grabbing his sub and continuing to chew on it as he was tugged out of the restraunt.
"Kyle, calm down," he laughed, trying not to be pulled by the younger. "Haven't you ever been late to a class."
Kyle opened the car door, hopping in as Jack started the engine, popping the last bite of sub into his mouth.
"No!" he panned, giving Jack a 'how could you ask that' look. He paused then, seeming to calm. "I've never had friends that I could be late with."
Jack glanced over at him from the corner of his eye as he drove and watched as Kyle hung his head a bit. He didn't know what made him do it, but Jack reached for his hand then, taking it in his own. Kyle looked up at him, a little shocked; Jack was never one for loving gestures.
"I'm your friend," Jack said, just loud enough that Kyle could hear him. He tried to keep his expression blank so he didn't seem to sentimental.
The younger looked up at him blankly for a second before giving him a thankful smile.
-
They made it to English just a few minutes late, taking their seat quietly.
"Nice of you two to join us," Alex said cheekily and Jack rolled his eyes.
"Nice of you to notice we were even missing. You must really care," Jack retorted, and the class sounded in a little murmer of laughs.
"Oh, you know I care about you, Barakat," he teased, turning to the board and continued with what he was teaching, making sure to bend over a little, letting his lower back show under his dress shirt, knowing that Jack was watching.
The class went pretty smoothly, and Jack was good on his word, taking Kyle out that night. They ended up picking a pretty nice restraunt, so Jack took Kyle home so he could change, picking him up after he'd done the same.
Jack gave a little sigh, turning off his engine as he waited for Kyle outside of his house. He gave it another five minutes before he pulled out his cell and hit the call button under Kyle's name in his contacts. Kyle picked up right away.
"Jack, I can't decide what to wear," he complained and Jack rolled his eyes.
"Just pick something, okay? I'm hungry," Jack groaned and the platinum blonde on the other end giggled.
"Fine, okay," Kyle agreed, shutting the phone and trotting out the door. He'd eventually picked a nice flannel shirt with a pair of dark jeans and Jack complimented it nicely.
When they got there, they got sat right away, at a nice table in the back.
"I want a nice salad," Kyle said quietly, looking over the menu and Jack laughed.
"That's all you eat. No wonder you're so skinny," the other boy noted, eyes drifting around the room until they landed on something that startled him. Zack was sitting at a table in the corner of the room, eating with his parents. He was tanner than Jack had remembered, probably due to the warm Florida sun.
"Oh, shit," Jack whispered, ducking down behind the menu he held, and Kyle glanced over at Zack.
"Did you just notice him now?" Kyle giggled and Jack glared at him.
"Yes," he panned. "I don't want to see him. He's going to think we're dating."
Kyle nearly spit out his water onto the table, swallowing it down quickly as he laughed.
"Oh my God. No one could think that, Jack."
"Kyle, we're having a candle lit dinner in a nice restraunt, of course he's going to think that," Jack whisperedf harshly.
"Oh, who cares anyway." Jack eyed Kyle, giving him a skeptical look.
"No offense, Kyle, but - even though it's becoming more and more true - I don't want to be so gay," Just explained, and Kyle just smirked, sipping the drink he'd ordered.
"Jack, everyone knows that you're....different now," Kyle said and Jack eyed him, a little offended at what he was implying.
"What do you mean?" he asked, obvious that he didn't like what Kyle had to say at all.
"Well, I think everyone in our English class knows you have a thing for our teacher." Kyle laughed at the face Jack made, which really looked like someone had puked in his face.
"I DO NOT!" he snapped and Kyle shushed him right away - too late, considering half of the people in the room were staring at him.
"Jack, hush. This is a public place," Kyle laughed, and Jack glanced up, embarassed, just in time to see Zack staring at him.
When their eyes met, Zack looked away right away, a bit of a hurt look on his features.
"Way to go, Jack," Kyle teased. Of course - being Kyle - he knew what was going on, even with his back turned to the situation. "Jack," he said quietly, his whole deminor changing instantly. "I think you should fix things with Zack."
Jack paused for a second before shaking his head. "I don't think he'll even want to talk to me again."
"How much can it hurt to try?" the blonde asked and Jack figured that he was probably right.
Twenty Seven
On Friday night, Jack's mom took her three kids out to dinner and then her and Jack went shopping. He'd told her that he wanted a new sweatshirt, but she ended up buying him two new pairs of jeans, a few new shirts, a pair of shoes and a sweatshirt. On the car ride home, Joyce brought up English.
"Oh, Jack," she said over the radio. "I got your report card today."
Jack winced a little, simply out of habit.
"You're passing English with an A," she said, looking over at him in shock and he gave her a huffy laugh.
"It must be the tutoring; it's helping a lot," he lied and she smiled wide.
"I'm so proud of you, Jack. I'm just so proud," she exclaimed. "So I'm going to buy you some new furnature to go downstairs. And you can pick something else out that you want."
Jack grinned. "Thanks, mom!" he paused for a second, thinking. "Can it be a new guitar?"
--
They arrived home, a little later than expected, but it was a Friday night, so who cared?
"Oh, and Jack," his mom called, popping her head down the stairs into Jack's room.
"Yeah, mum?" he called back, shuffling around through some of his math homework.
"Do you have something going on tomorrow?" she asked. "I took the day off so we could get the Christmas stuff set up. I was hoping we could make cookies."
Jack smiled at her. That was always his favorite part about Christmas, dispite how grown-up he tried to act, he always loved making Christmas suger cookies. "Yeah, of course we can."
"Great!" she exclaimed. "We'll go and pick out decorations and everything."
Jack had to laugh a little. It was only December 10th, but she liked to be a little early with the whole thing. She always said, "How can you enjoy the Christmas tree when you put it up a day before Christmas?"
Jack rather agreed. He loved Christmas time. He rather liked the cool weather and the busy streets as people rushed to get Christmas gifts; it was just a happier time.
It was about one am when Jack crawled into his bed. He pulled the covers up to his chin like always, snuggling up tight in the cold basement and fell asleep thinking about Christmas.
-
He woke up at ten am the next morning to his mother shuffling around in the kitchen, directly above his room.
He wandered upstairs, still in his pyjamas and slippers.
"Jack! I made you coffee and pancakes," his mother chirped as he sat down at the table. He huffed a tired laugh.
"Thanks, mom." He instantly took a sip of his coffee, smiling when he realized that she had already put int he perfect about of chocolate flavored cream and sugar. "Mom, you're a life saver."
She gave a happy giggle as she flipped him one more pancake onto a stack of two and set it in front of him, setting the syrup next to them and Jack just gave her an appreciative smile.
"Eat up! We have a long day."
When he finished, he went back down stairs, showering in the lower bathroom and fixing his hair right. He pulled on a nice, thick, dark brown sweater to keep himself warm while they were shopping, and tuged a scarf around his neck just as his mom called an "are you ready?"
He didn't answer, just met her at the top of the stairs with a smile, nodding. They shopped until one and then stopped for a nice lunch. Hauling in the things they'd bought was always the worst part, but getting it all set up was fun. Jack put up the tree, fake of course, and his mother helped him decorate it in between baking cookies.
"As soon as the cookies cool, I'll whip up some frosting," she said as she handed Jack the star for the top of the tree. He grinned.
"Sweet."
"It should be," she joked and he laughed at her. "I think there's a bare spot."
He glanced to where she was pointing, and replied, "But it's in the back, no one sees it."
"Well, I can't sleep at night knowing that there's a bare spot on my Christmas tree."
He rolled his eyes at her. "Oh, fine."
--
Sunday Jack slept in until Mrs. Cook came to clean and then he mostly lounged around, playing Xbox and working a bit on his math homework.
Monday morning, he was shuffling things around in his locker when he literally ran into Zack, causing the other boy to spill his things about the floor.
Zack groaned, face falling when he realized it was Jack that he'd ran into. Jack leaned down to pick up a book but Zack just slapped his hand away.
"Hey," Jack tried. "I'm just trying to help."
"I think you've helped me enough, Jack," the younger of them spat, shooting Jack an icy glare.
Jack gave him a sympathetic frown. "Zack, listen. Let me just explain," he tried.
"Explain what?!" Zack whispered harshly, standing up to Jack's height with his things. "Explain why your English teacher was slutting around your house?"
Jack's stomach twisted at that.
"I've known you a long time, Jack," Zack said, loud enough that only Jack could hear him. "But I never expected you to lower yourself that far for sex."
Jack shook his head, a rather disgusted look on his face. "He was there to toutor me! No, it's not like that," he stumbled.
"Right, what was he toutoring you on? How far his legs can spread?" Zack snapped. "You can just take whatever apology you're going to play me with and shove it up your ass, Jack. Fuck off."
The younger turned then and walked away, not looking back, even when Jack called his name. His jaw was practically hanging on the floor; he'd never heard Zack say anything like that before. He'd really upset his friend this time, and he knew it. The rest of the day just sucked equally since he just kept thinking about Zack.
When it was time for English, Jack was relieved as hell to see Kyle. He let out a little sigh as he took his seeat next to the boy, scooting closer to him.
"Hey," Kyle said happily when Jack didn't talk. Jack just gave him a tired smile. "What's wrong with you?"
Jack just huffed a laugh, laying his head down on the desk. "I'm just happy to see you."
Kyle's trimmed brows met in the middle of his forehead then as he gave a look of genuine concern. "What happened?"
"I tried to talk to Zack," he explained and Kyle's brow raised, obviously interested.
"...And," he prompted.
"I got told."
Kyle laughed, nodding his head. "I thought that might happen."
"Okay, class," Alex said, shutting the door behind him as he entered the room. He was dressed rather nicely, a white dress shirt and black pants with a gold tie. "We have a student teacher assembly for class today so we'll wait for them to annouce us and they we'll head out."
"Can we leave our things?" a girl asked and Alex nodded.
"Yeah, we'll be coming back to get our things."
Jack quirked a brow. "I didn't know we had an assembly," he said to Kyle and the boy just shrugged as the class was filled with quiet talk.
"It's for a Christmas thing," a girl behind Jack answered, giving him a smile and he just nodded.
"Oh, lovely," Kyle said genuinely, putting on a pleased look.
"I just can't wait for Christmas break," Jack added and Kyle nodded.
"Yeah, my parents and I go to Manhattan for the Holidays to see family."
"We always visit my sister in Baltimore," Jack agreed as Alex said they could go to the gym.
They sat through a choir thing, Jack and Kyle talking most of the time through it, but about halfway through, Jack spotted Alex looking rather engaged in thought as he rubbed at a spot on his upper arm. He was sat only a few seats way from Jack on the bleachers and Jack thought that he almost looked a bit depressed.
The assembly ended a few minutes late and Jack made his way back to the class room, saying a "bye" to Kyle as the boy left with the rest of the class. He just took a seat on his desk, waiting for Alex, alone.
He finally showed up, about five minutes later, and he looked surprised to see Jack.
"Oh," he said quietly, putting on his best cocky grin as he went ot shuffle around his desk for papers. "What's up, Jack?"
Jack didn't buy into his facade.
"Are you alright?" Jack asked, staying put in his spot on the desk.
"Uh, yeah. Why wouldn't I be okay?" Alex asked, pausing what he was doing to glance at Jack through his fringe.
"You don't look okay," the boy answered, raising an eye brow and Alex rolled his eyes.
"I told you before, Jack. Just stay out of it," the teacher retorted, slinging his bag over his shoulder and turning for the door. Jack stood abruptly then, bolting ahead of Alex, shutting the door and pressing his back against it.
Alex, obviously irked, gave a sigh, reaching out to push Jack out of the way. Jack didn't budge though.
"Jack," he warned, not meeting the boy's eyes with his own. "Get out of my way."
Jack shook his head. "Make me," he prompted. Maybe he was seeing how far he could push the older man, maybe he was seriously concerned; he couldn't decide for himself, but either way, it was amusing to see Alex's eyes turn almost black.
"Okay, you want to start shit, Barakat?" Alex challenged, pulling Jack away from the door by the collar of his tee shirt. "We can play that game."
He pushed Jack down to the hard floor then, his back hitting the linolium with a thud, and Jack's jaw dropped open as Alex knelt down next to him, teeth clenched.
"What the fuck do you want me to say, fucker?" Alex growled and Jack's eyes went wide. "You want me to spill my guts to you like we're best friends? I have news for you, Jack, I'm not your friend. I honestly don't fucking care about you, the only reason I pretend to like you if because I'm still stealing your shit. I want nothing more to do with you. Rot in hell."
Jack didn't really know what to say as Alex got up and slammed the door open and then shut. He stormed off without another word.
A/N: I'm seeing ATL tomorrow so wish me luck!!! I'ma cry~!!!!
Author: chasingxrabbits
Pairing: Jalex, Slight Merrikat and Olex (Alex and Oli)
Rating: NC-17
Dedications: My amazing friend Peyton (Pitbull). Shes been my rock through this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys at all, but the plot belongs to sausajizz and myself
Masterpost
When Zack came back into town, he wouldn't even speak a word to Jack, so the boy just gave up on it, figured that they were done. Rian wasn't happy that the two wouldn't even look at each other, but that didn't change much anyway. Kyle, concerned as ever, asked what happened, but Jack just shruged.
"I - uh. I guess it just didn't work out, Kyle," he tried as they were on lunch break. Jack had taken them to Subway where he bought Kyle a sandwich - no meat of course- and they ate together.
"But it was going so well," Kyle objected, seemingly genuinely hurt by the failed relationship.
"No, it really wasn't, Kyle. He was one fo my best friends. It couldn't have worked," Jack lied. He knew for sure that the whole reason that it failed was because of Alex, and it killed him to have to admit that the teacher had such a hold on his home life. He couldn't ever say that it was Alex though, for obvious reasons, so he just took the blame.
"It should have worked," Kyle noted, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Best friends can fall in love."
"Yeah, but it didn't- we didn't, simple as that."
Kyle glanced down at his watch, saphire blue eyes popping open wide with shock. "Oh my, Jack!"
"What?"
"English starts in three minutes," Kyle said, obviously panicing. He stood, pulling Jack up with him. "We have to go."
Jack laughed, grabbing his sub and continuing to chew on it as he was tugged out of the restraunt.
"Kyle, calm down," he laughed, trying not to be pulled by the younger. "Haven't you ever been late to a class."
Kyle opened the car door, hopping in as Jack started the engine, popping the last bite of sub into his mouth.
"No!" he panned, giving Jack a 'how could you ask that' look. He paused then, seeming to calm. "I've never had friends that I could be late with."
Jack glanced over at him from the corner of his eye as he drove and watched as Kyle hung his head a bit. He didn't know what made him do it, but Jack reached for his hand then, taking it in his own. Kyle looked up at him, a little shocked; Jack was never one for loving gestures.
"I'm your friend," Jack said, just loud enough that Kyle could hear him. He tried to keep his expression blank so he didn't seem to sentimental.
The younger looked up at him blankly for a second before giving him a thankful smile.
-
They made it to English just a few minutes late, taking their seat quietly.
"Nice of you two to join us," Alex said cheekily and Jack rolled his eyes.
"Nice of you to notice we were even missing. You must really care," Jack retorted, and the class sounded in a little murmer of laughs.
"Oh, you know I care about you, Barakat," he teased, turning to the board and continued with what he was teaching, making sure to bend over a little, letting his lower back show under his dress shirt, knowing that Jack was watching.
The class went pretty smoothly, and Jack was good on his word, taking Kyle out that night. They ended up picking a pretty nice restraunt, so Jack took Kyle home so he could change, picking him up after he'd done the same.
Jack gave a little sigh, turning off his engine as he waited for Kyle outside of his house. He gave it another five minutes before he pulled out his cell and hit the call button under Kyle's name in his contacts. Kyle picked up right away.
"Jack, I can't decide what to wear," he complained and Jack rolled his eyes.
"Just pick something, okay? I'm hungry," Jack groaned and the platinum blonde on the other end giggled.
"Fine, okay," Kyle agreed, shutting the phone and trotting out the door. He'd eventually picked a nice flannel shirt with a pair of dark jeans and Jack complimented it nicely.
When they got there, they got sat right away, at a nice table in the back.
"I want a nice salad," Kyle said quietly, looking over the menu and Jack laughed.
"That's all you eat. No wonder you're so skinny," the other boy noted, eyes drifting around the room until they landed on something that startled him. Zack was sitting at a table in the corner of the room, eating with his parents. He was tanner than Jack had remembered, probably due to the warm Florida sun.
"Oh, shit," Jack whispered, ducking down behind the menu he held, and Kyle glanced over at Zack.
"Did you just notice him now?" Kyle giggled and Jack glared at him.
"Yes," he panned. "I don't want to see him. He's going to think we're dating."
Kyle nearly spit out his water onto the table, swallowing it down quickly as he laughed.
"Oh my God. No one could think that, Jack."
"Kyle, we're having a candle lit dinner in a nice restraunt, of course he's going to think that," Jack whisperedf harshly.
"Oh, who cares anyway." Jack eyed Kyle, giving him a skeptical look.
"No offense, Kyle, but - even though it's becoming more and more true - I don't want to be so gay," Just explained, and Kyle just smirked, sipping the drink he'd ordered.
"Jack, everyone knows that you're....different now," Kyle said and Jack eyed him, a little offended at what he was implying.
"What do you mean?" he asked, obvious that he didn't like what Kyle had to say at all.
"Well, I think everyone in our English class knows you have a thing for our teacher." Kyle laughed at the face Jack made, which really looked like someone had puked in his face.
"I DO NOT!" he snapped and Kyle shushed him right away - too late, considering half of the people in the room were staring at him.
"Jack, hush. This is a public place," Kyle laughed, and Jack glanced up, embarassed, just in time to see Zack staring at him.
When their eyes met, Zack looked away right away, a bit of a hurt look on his features.
"Way to go, Jack," Kyle teased. Of course - being Kyle - he knew what was going on, even with his back turned to the situation. "Jack," he said quietly, his whole deminor changing instantly. "I think you should fix things with Zack."
Jack paused for a second before shaking his head. "I don't think he'll even want to talk to me again."
"How much can it hurt to try?" the blonde asked and Jack figured that he was probably right.
Twenty Seven
On Friday night, Jack's mom took her three kids out to dinner and then her and Jack went shopping. He'd told her that he wanted a new sweatshirt, but she ended up buying him two new pairs of jeans, a few new shirts, a pair of shoes and a sweatshirt. On the car ride home, Joyce brought up English.
"Oh, Jack," she said over the radio. "I got your report card today."
Jack winced a little, simply out of habit.
"You're passing English with an A," she said, looking over at him in shock and he gave her a huffy laugh.
"It must be the tutoring; it's helping a lot," he lied and she smiled wide.
"I'm so proud of you, Jack. I'm just so proud," she exclaimed. "So I'm going to buy you some new furnature to go downstairs. And you can pick something else out that you want."
Jack grinned. "Thanks, mom!" he paused for a second, thinking. "Can it be a new guitar?"
--
They arrived home, a little later than expected, but it was a Friday night, so who cared?
"Oh, and Jack," his mom called, popping her head down the stairs into Jack's room.
"Yeah, mum?" he called back, shuffling around through some of his math homework.
"Do you have something going on tomorrow?" she asked. "I took the day off so we could get the Christmas stuff set up. I was hoping we could make cookies."
Jack smiled at her. That was always his favorite part about Christmas, dispite how grown-up he tried to act, he always loved making Christmas suger cookies. "Yeah, of course we can."
"Great!" she exclaimed. "We'll go and pick out decorations and everything."
Jack had to laugh a little. It was only December 10th, but she liked to be a little early with the whole thing. She always said, "How can you enjoy the Christmas tree when you put it up a day before Christmas?"
Jack rather agreed. He loved Christmas time. He rather liked the cool weather and the busy streets as people rushed to get Christmas gifts; it was just a happier time.
It was about one am when Jack crawled into his bed. He pulled the covers up to his chin like always, snuggling up tight in the cold basement and fell asleep thinking about Christmas.
-
He woke up at ten am the next morning to his mother shuffling around in the kitchen, directly above his room.
He wandered upstairs, still in his pyjamas and slippers.
"Jack! I made you coffee and pancakes," his mother chirped as he sat down at the table. He huffed a tired laugh.
"Thanks, mom." He instantly took a sip of his coffee, smiling when he realized that she had already put int he perfect about of chocolate flavored cream and sugar. "Mom, you're a life saver."
She gave a happy giggle as she flipped him one more pancake onto a stack of two and set it in front of him, setting the syrup next to them and Jack just gave her an appreciative smile.
"Eat up! We have a long day."
When he finished, he went back down stairs, showering in the lower bathroom and fixing his hair right. He pulled on a nice, thick, dark brown sweater to keep himself warm while they were shopping, and tuged a scarf around his neck just as his mom called an "are you ready?"
He didn't answer, just met her at the top of the stairs with a smile, nodding. They shopped until one and then stopped for a nice lunch. Hauling in the things they'd bought was always the worst part, but getting it all set up was fun. Jack put up the tree, fake of course, and his mother helped him decorate it in between baking cookies.
"As soon as the cookies cool, I'll whip up some frosting," she said as she handed Jack the star for the top of the tree. He grinned.
"Sweet."
"It should be," she joked and he laughed at her. "I think there's a bare spot."
He glanced to where she was pointing, and replied, "But it's in the back, no one sees it."
"Well, I can't sleep at night knowing that there's a bare spot on my Christmas tree."
He rolled his eyes at her. "Oh, fine."
--
Sunday Jack slept in until Mrs. Cook came to clean and then he mostly lounged around, playing Xbox and working a bit on his math homework.
Monday morning, he was shuffling things around in his locker when he literally ran into Zack, causing the other boy to spill his things about the floor.
Zack groaned, face falling when he realized it was Jack that he'd ran into. Jack leaned down to pick up a book but Zack just slapped his hand away.
"Hey," Jack tried. "I'm just trying to help."
"I think you've helped me enough, Jack," the younger of them spat, shooting Jack an icy glare.
Jack gave him a sympathetic frown. "Zack, listen. Let me just explain," he tried.
"Explain what?!" Zack whispered harshly, standing up to Jack's height with his things. "Explain why your English teacher was slutting around your house?"
Jack's stomach twisted at that.
"I've known you a long time, Jack," Zack said, loud enough that only Jack could hear him. "But I never expected you to lower yourself that far for sex."
Jack shook his head, a rather disgusted look on his face. "He was there to toutor me! No, it's not like that," he stumbled.
"Right, what was he toutoring you on? How far his legs can spread?" Zack snapped. "You can just take whatever apology you're going to play me with and shove it up your ass, Jack. Fuck off."
The younger turned then and walked away, not looking back, even when Jack called his name. His jaw was practically hanging on the floor; he'd never heard Zack say anything like that before. He'd really upset his friend this time, and he knew it. The rest of the day just sucked equally since he just kept thinking about Zack.
When it was time for English, Jack was relieved as hell to see Kyle. He let out a little sigh as he took his seeat next to the boy, scooting closer to him.
"Hey," Kyle said happily when Jack didn't talk. Jack just gave him a tired smile. "What's wrong with you?"
Jack just huffed a laugh, laying his head down on the desk. "I'm just happy to see you."
Kyle's trimmed brows met in the middle of his forehead then as he gave a look of genuine concern. "What happened?"
"I tried to talk to Zack," he explained and Kyle's brow raised, obviously interested.
"...And," he prompted.
"I got told."
Kyle laughed, nodding his head. "I thought that might happen."
"Okay, class," Alex said, shutting the door behind him as he entered the room. He was dressed rather nicely, a white dress shirt and black pants with a gold tie. "We have a student teacher assembly for class today so we'll wait for them to annouce us and they we'll head out."
"Can we leave our things?" a girl asked and Alex nodded.
"Yeah, we'll be coming back to get our things."
Jack quirked a brow. "I didn't know we had an assembly," he said to Kyle and the boy just shrugged as the class was filled with quiet talk.
"It's for a Christmas thing," a girl behind Jack answered, giving him a smile and he just nodded.
"Oh, lovely," Kyle said genuinely, putting on a pleased look.
"I just can't wait for Christmas break," Jack added and Kyle nodded.
"Yeah, my parents and I go to Manhattan for the Holidays to see family."
"We always visit my sister in Baltimore," Jack agreed as Alex said they could go to the gym.
They sat through a choir thing, Jack and Kyle talking most of the time through it, but about halfway through, Jack spotted Alex looking rather engaged in thought as he rubbed at a spot on his upper arm. He was sat only a few seats way from Jack on the bleachers and Jack thought that he almost looked a bit depressed.
The assembly ended a few minutes late and Jack made his way back to the class room, saying a "bye" to Kyle as the boy left with the rest of the class. He just took a seat on his desk, waiting for Alex, alone.
He finally showed up, about five minutes later, and he looked surprised to see Jack.
"Oh," he said quietly, putting on his best cocky grin as he went ot shuffle around his desk for papers. "What's up, Jack?"
Jack didn't buy into his facade.
"Are you alright?" Jack asked, staying put in his spot on the desk.
"Uh, yeah. Why wouldn't I be okay?" Alex asked, pausing what he was doing to glance at Jack through his fringe.
"You don't look okay," the boy answered, raising an eye brow and Alex rolled his eyes.
"I told you before, Jack. Just stay out of it," the teacher retorted, slinging his bag over his shoulder and turning for the door. Jack stood abruptly then, bolting ahead of Alex, shutting the door and pressing his back against it.
Alex, obviously irked, gave a sigh, reaching out to push Jack out of the way. Jack didn't budge though.
"Jack," he warned, not meeting the boy's eyes with his own. "Get out of my way."
Jack shook his head. "Make me," he prompted. Maybe he was seeing how far he could push the older man, maybe he was seriously concerned; he couldn't decide for himself, but either way, it was amusing to see Alex's eyes turn almost black.
"Okay, you want to start shit, Barakat?" Alex challenged, pulling Jack away from the door by the collar of his tee shirt. "We can play that game."
He pushed Jack down to the hard floor then, his back hitting the linolium with a thud, and Jack's jaw dropped open as Alex knelt down next to him, teeth clenched.
"What the fuck do you want me to say, fucker?" Alex growled and Jack's eyes went wide. "You want me to spill my guts to you like we're best friends? I have news for you, Jack, I'm not your friend. I honestly don't fucking care about you, the only reason I pretend to like you if because I'm still stealing your shit. I want nothing more to do with you. Rot in hell."
Jack didn't really know what to say as Alex got up and slammed the door open and then shut. He stormed off without another word.
A/N: I'm seeing ATL tomorrow so wish me luck!!! I'ma cry~!!!!