Sin
Thirteen
Alex
Today was pretty awful to say the least. Jack tried to talk to me before period one when I was at my locker, but not wanting to deal with him so early in the morning, I slammed it's door shut and stormed off to my AP English class.
I thought that would cheer me up because I could talk to Patrick about all of it, but he never showed up. He must be off sick. So I had to endure the whole day without either of my two friends by my side (if you could even call Jack that) and sit alone at lunch. As I was doing exactly that, it struck me that I only had two friends at this school, and I should probably try to make more. But not douchy motorbike smokers. No way.
It got to last lesson, music, and I really didn't want to go. It was the class where I would sit next to Jack, and even though it was the afternoon, I still didn't want to deal with him. However, when he skulked into class, almost late may I add, he sat at the opposite side of the room to me. Admittedly, I knew I probably deserved it for ignoring him earlier, but I mean c'mon, if he wasn't such a pusher at the weekend, everything would still be fine now.
Mr Amstrong made each of us do a small progress check by performing a little something, I really didn't feel comfortable with doing that, so I told Sir that I had a sore throat, so I was excused from singing, and he didn't know I played guitar, so I was completely off the hook. Result!
Jack however wasn't that lucky, straight after I had used my best 'poker face' on the teacher he sat at the front of the room, guitar in his lap and the leather strap around his shoulder. He played the piece effortlessly, I watched his fingers form the perfect chords without him even needing to look what he was doing. I didn't recognise the song, especially as he wasn't singing the lyrics, but by the time the bridge came around, it sounded familiar as I tried to remember the words from that Blink song... what was it? I Miss You?
"Don't waste your time on me
You're already the voice inside my head
I miss you, I miss you"
I looked away from his effortless strumming to find him staring right back at me, and... a sadness behind his eyes? As he finished playing, he recieved a small round of applause from everyone else and then he left early, like he usually did. I looked at Mr Armstrong, who was making his way over to a few students, so while he wasn't looking, I snuck out of the door and down the corridor, and then I saw him.
Without really knowing what I was doing, I called out to him, "Jack! Wait!"
He stopped walking, and turned around to face me, confusion etched across his face as he wearily looked around the empty hallway. "Uh, hey Alex."
I smiled weakly at him, but only for a second as I figured out what I was meant to do now. I didn't plan on running out of class and chasing this moron, but here I was. "I uh, I wanted to say sorry-"
"Why?" He asked, eyebrow raisex. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"But I was rude to you, I swore at you yesterday, I ignored you earlier, friends don't do that..."
There was that goofy grin again, and then he engulfed me in his arms, his resting on the top of mine as he kissed my hair.
We stood there for a few seconds before we broke apart, both smiling at one another. Yeah, I couldn't just not talk to him.
"You know, you're kinda predictable," I teased, "playing Blink... yeah, I kinda listened to more of their stuff after you showed me Enema of the State."
Jack cracked a wide smile in my direction and then slung his arm around my shoulder, walking me out of school and towards the flagpole. But as we reached it, a tall, dark haired guy that I knew to be called Brendon approached us and attached himself to Jack's face. Immediately, I felt sick to my stomach and I stepped back, looking back and forth between them.
"I, uh," I hesitated, "I have to go now, mom wants me home early," I lied, "I'll text you."
Today was pretty awful to say the least. Jack tried to talk to me before period one when I was at my locker, but not wanting to deal with him so early in the morning, I slammed it's door shut and stormed off to my AP English class.
I thought that would cheer me up because I could talk to Patrick about all of it, but he never showed up. He must be off sick. So I had to endure the whole day without either of my two friends by my side (if you could even call Jack that) and sit alone at lunch. As I was doing exactly that, it struck me that I only had two friends at this school, and I should probably try to make more. But not douchy motorbike smokers. No way.
It got to last lesson, music, and I really didn't want to go. It was the class where I would sit next to Jack, and even though it was the afternoon, I still didn't want to deal with him. However, when he skulked into class, almost late may I add, he sat at the opposite side of the room to me. Admittedly, I knew I probably deserved it for ignoring him earlier, but I mean c'mon, if he wasn't such a pusher at the weekend, everything would still be fine now.
Mr Amstrong made each of us do a small progress check by performing a little something, I really didn't feel comfortable with doing that, so I told Sir that I had a sore throat, so I was excused from singing, and he didn't know I played guitar, so I was completely off the hook. Result!
Jack however wasn't that lucky, straight after I had used my best 'poker face' on the teacher he sat at the front of the room, guitar in his lap and the leather strap around his shoulder. He played the piece effortlessly, I watched his fingers form the perfect chords without him even needing to look what he was doing. I didn't recognise the song, especially as he wasn't singing the lyrics, but by the time the bridge came around, it sounded familiar as I tried to remember the words from that Blink song... what was it? I Miss You?
"Don't waste your time on me
You're already the voice inside my head
I miss you, I miss you"
I looked away from his effortless strumming to find him staring right back at me, and... a sadness behind his eyes? As he finished playing, he recieved a small round of applause from everyone else and then he left early, like he usually did. I looked at Mr Armstrong, who was making his way over to a few students, so while he wasn't looking, I snuck out of the door and down the corridor, and then I saw him.
Without really knowing what I was doing, I called out to him, "Jack! Wait!"
He stopped walking, and turned around to face me, confusion etched across his face as he wearily looked around the empty hallway. "Uh, hey Alex."
I smiled weakly at him, but only for a second as I figured out what I was meant to do now. I didn't plan on running out of class and chasing this moron, but here I was. "I uh, I wanted to say sorry-"
"Why?" He asked, eyebrow raisex. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"But I was rude to you, I swore at you yesterday, I ignored you earlier, friends don't do that..."
There was that goofy grin again, and then he engulfed me in his arms, his resting on the top of mine as he kissed my hair.
We stood there for a few seconds before we broke apart, both smiling at one another. Yeah, I couldn't just not talk to him.
"You know, you're kinda predictable," I teased, "playing Blink... yeah, I kinda listened to more of their stuff after you showed me Enema of the State."
Jack cracked a wide smile in my direction and then slung his arm around my shoulder, walking me out of school and towards the flagpole. But as we reached it, a tall, dark haired guy that I knew to be called Brendon approached us and attached himself to Jack's face. Immediately, I felt sick to my stomach and I stepped back, looking back and forth between them.
"I, uh," I hesitated, "I have to go now, mom wants me home early," I lied, "I'll text you."
Notes
Sorry it's been a while guys, I'm ridiculously ill. I've been in hospital and stuff and I blacked out twice at school today .-. woohoo
-BringMeBarakat
Still miss this story so much :(
5/25/18