Alex~

I wake up to a strong burning sensation in my stomach. I nearly shriek at how bad it burns. I look at my stomach and see the cuts I had made a few hours ago. They're deep, but not deep enough to have to get stitches. I groan as I sit up. The pain is excruciating. Damn.

I spot my razor and the empty vodka bottle. Suddenly all the memories of the stay at Jack's house flood through my head. I suddenly want to just beat myself. Why the hell would I lift my sleeves? Im so stupid!

I sigh and get out of bed. I feel a tear stream down my cheek as the pain gets worse. I get to the medicine cabinet and find pain killer and gauze.

I start a shower and get in. I wash the smeared blood all over my stomach and they start to sting. I bite my lip, but continue to clean them.

When I finish showering, I get out and sit on the floor. I grab the gauze and wrap my stomach. If they happen to bleed today, there will be less of a possibility of it getting on my shirt. After that, I take three pain killers and then head downstairs. I look at my phone and sigh.

No texts or calls from Jack. I wish he'd call. I know I ran out unexpectedly... Okay... Not unexpectedly, but maybe he'd call to see if I was okay? I don't know. I guess the way I think is fucked.

Jack~

I need to talk to Alex... Now. Not about his... um... Problem, but about how he can trust me! Argh!

I see Alex in the hall at school and walk over to him. He sees me and looks away.

"Alex... can I talk to you?"

"Depends... what are you planning to tell people?" He asks. I sigh and pull him into the bathroom. "Ow! Dude!"

"I'm sorry, but you're making this harder." I say, looking him in the eyes. He looks at me and sighs. "I'm not going to tell people! That was the last thing that crossed my mind. I would never ever do that to you."

"How would I know? I just met you." He sighs.

"I would consider you a friend since you accepted the invitation to my house yesterday." I say. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks at me. "Alex... I'm not the kind of person who makes fun of people and spreads rumors. I'm the one people make fun of and that people spread rumors about." I sigh.

"Why? You're so nice." I shrug.

"I'm the shy one. I don't talk much. People just peg me as random things. Emo. Gay. I could go on."

"Gay? Emo? Why? You don't cut do you?"

"No. I don't." I say. "But I'm not gay either."

"People suck."

"So... Are you mad at me still?"

"I was never mad. I just didn't trust you." He says. "I do now though."

"Good." I say. We head to homeroom and I see Rian. I slip into the seat next to him and Alex sits next to me. "Are we late?"

"No. The teacher isn't even here yet." Rian says. "I heard you guys got in a little fight last night." Damn it Rian!

"Wh-what? How'd you know?" Alex asks through clenched teeth, glaring at me.

"Jack called me and-"

"Rian... We don't have to tell him." I say.

I called him last night telling him we were fighting. Alex might misconstrue the situation and think I told Rian he cuts himself which I wouldn't dream of telling him. He told me to just talk to him and tried to ask why we were arguing.

"Jack... did you-"

"No!" I say. Why'd he have to bring it up? I can't say 'I didn't tell him you cut I swear' because that would technically mean I told Rian.

"You said I could trust you!"

"I never told him!"

"What?" Rian asks, looking confused. "I'll go hang out with Cassadee while you guys figure this out." He says, walking over to Cassadee.

"How the hell did he find out we were fighting?" Alex asks, anger dripping from his words.

"I called him... but I never told him you cut." I whisper so no one hears. "Alex... I know you're scared someone will find out, but you have to loosen up a bit. No one knows. Just me. If you don't want me to know find some way to erase my memory. If you don't trust me. Fine. If you do. Fine. Just calm down a bit." I say. He looks at me kind of shocked. I don't know why since it sounds like something anyone would say to him.

"Okay." Is all he says.

He pays attention to the front of the room as the teacher walks in. Did I hurt him? I couldn't have. I sigh and poke his stomach. He takes a sharp breath in and looks at me. What the...?

"You okay?"

"I'm fine... you just scared me." He says. I nod and look away.

I hope he's okay... I really do.

Notes

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-Jenna
title credit: The Downtown Fiction; I Just Wanna Run