Sit Back, Gotta Catch My Breath

"Hey, Rian, have you seen my phone?" I asked him as I checked all my jean pockets.
He looked over at me from the TV. "No, why? Can't find it?"
I shook my head and got up to check my jacket pockets. Nothing. I sighed and returned to the couch. "Man, this sucks. I mean, what if A-"
"Don't say it," Rian said, pointing a finger at me, "You don't need to think about him right now. Neither of us do. We had enough excitement for a lifetime yesterday..." He continued watching the TV and added quietly, "...He punched me in places I didn't even know I had..."
I snorted back a fit of laughter, making Rian shoot me a glare. I bit my lip and looked down, trying to hide my smile, which quickly disappeared when I remembered why the fight started. I know Broc did something, I just wish Alex would talk to me about it. I'm sure we could work things out. I missed him. He's all I could think about.
I sighed and rested my head in my hand as I watched whatever show Rian had on. There was some goth girl in a lab coat talking to some old guy, who I guessed was the boss. It was some cop show, I think. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. After everything that went down the other day, I haven't been sleeping well at all.
Rian looked over at me with a look of confusion. "C'mon. It's a good show."
I gave him a half-smile. "It's not that. I'm just really tired. I think I'm gonna hit the hay early tonight."
He nodded and returned his gaze to the TV. "I'll go after this episode and you can go to bed, 'kay?"
I hummed and nodded.
About fourty minutes later, Rian's show ended and he stood up. I stood up as well and gave him a quick hug goodbye. The second I heard the front door close behind him, I went downstairs and plopped down on my bed. I had so many things on my mind, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to go to sleep. And even if I could, I knew Alex would just haunt my dreams like he always does, so I just laid there and stared into the darkness, letting my mind wander.

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I woke up to my dad yelling at me.
"Get up, you little shit! You're gonna be late for school and end up like your worthless mother!" He returned upstairs, stumbling on almost every step, leaving me there.
I looked over at my clock and cursed under my breath. I forgot to set my alarm! I wasn't planning on actually falling asleep!
I jumped up out of bed and quickly got dressed in a pair of blue jean skinnies, a light blue t-shirt, and a black flat-bill (since I didn't have enough time to fix my hair). I pulled on my Blink-182 hoodie and pulled on my black Dunks. I grabbed my backpack and ran upstairs, not bothering to grab anything for breakfast, and out the door to head to school.

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I sat in my third hour class, staring down at the page covered in numbers and letters. Who decided it was a brilliant idea to mix numbers and the alphabet? I mean, math was hard before the letters. Now it's just straight up impossible.
I sighed and put down my pencil.
"Hey," I heard a whisper from beside me.
I looked over at Juliet. "Yeah?" I whispered back.
"I texted you yesterday. Why didn't you answer?"
"Lost my phone. What did you need?"
She sighed. "I just wanted to let you know that I got a new boyfriend..."
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Well, congrats. I'm happy for you. Do I know him?"
"Well, we met when I went to go support you guys at battle of the bands. He's the lead singer of Biersack. His name is Andy." Her smile grew when she said his name.
I nodded. "That's cool. Congrats."
She nodded. "Thanks. So, what are you gonna do about your 'girlfriend' situation?"
I shrugged. "I guess just go back to what I do best."
"You mean sleeping around with random sluts?"
I shrugged. "There's really no other option."
She sighed and looked back down at her paper, which was somehow almost done. "I guess. Well, I hope things work out for you." She wrote down a few more answers and got up from her seat. She walked to the front of the room and gave the teacher her paper before returning to her desk and sitting back down.
I looked over at her. "You totally shoulda let me copy that before you turned it in."

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"So, what was that whole thing with that boy?" Jackie asked as she sat down on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her wavy blonde hair fell around around her porceline face like an angel. Which was ironic because she was probably the biggest whore in school.
I shrugged. "Can't a guy be curious?"
"I guess. But you aren't gay, right?"
I shook my head. "Nah. I found that girls are definitely the way to go. I don't know why I wanted to try it the other way."
She giggled. "Well, that's good. You wanna come over to my house tonight? My parents are out of town for the rest of the week and we have a wine collection." She bit her lip seductively, but it didn't seduce me. Not in the least. Her lips were too... lipstick-y? Yeah. Let's go with that.
"Not tonight. I've got plans." Lie. "Maybe tomorrow night? If something doesn't come up that is."
Her smile faltered. "You know, you're not as fun as you used to be. Are you sure you aren't gay?"
I smiled to her. "You want me to prove I'm not gay?"
She smiled back. "Yeah. Prove it."
I pushed her off my lap lightly and raised my hand to get the teacher's attention and asked to go to the bathroom. When he said yes, I got up and turned to leave, winking at Jackie before walking out the door. I walked down the hall a little bit and leaned against the lockers, waiting for her to follow. It was about thirty seconds later when she joined me in the hallway.
She trotted over to me in her four-inch stilletos and pushed her body against mine before colliding her lips with mine. Yup. Definitely too lipstick-y. I kissed her back anyway. I wrapped my arms around her waist and closed my eyes, trying to imagine I was kissing Alex. The lipstick made that kind of difficult, but it must have worked, because I could feel the front of my jeans getting tighter. Not by much, but enough to make her think I was interested.
How do I know she was thinking that? Because she ran her hand down my chest and legit grabbed my dick through my jeans. I jumped a little bit in surprise, but didn't stop kissing her. God, this felt so wrong. How did I do this all the time before Alex? I just don't get it.
She started stroking me, which felt really good. I just kept imagining Alex doing all of this to keep me turned on. But when she went to undo my belt, I grabbed her wrist and broke the kiss.
"Woah. Slow down, there," I said, "We can't do that here."
"You wanna head to the bathroom?" she asked, winking at me.
I shook my head. "Save it for tomorrow night."
"So is that a definite yes, then? You're coming over tomorrow night?"
I shrugged. "I don't see why not."
"So, this is her, huh?" I heard a voice say from a little further down the hall.
I looked over in the direction of the voice and saw...
Alex.
Before I could say anything, he was shaking his head as he turned and ran down the hall away from me.
Oh, God. Alex. What have I done? I looked down at Jackie's confused face, and then back at where Alex had just been.
"We should head back to class," I finally said, turning back to Jackie.
She nodded and we returned to history without another word.

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