JackI was annoyed.

I hadn't seen Alex around in the halls for like, half the day. Now, it was a good ten minutes into Music class and he still wasn't here. I know he is here, though, and he wasn't sick looking. I know better than to think Alex would ever skip, so my only conclusion was something had come up. Only thing was, I didn't know if it was a good thing...or something bad.

So, I had risen my hand and told Mr. Armstrong that I was going to head out. He allowed it, like usual, and I headed out grabbing my things. I stepped out in the halls, deciding I'd check his locker first. I was getting a tad annoyed that I wasn't seeing anything. When I turned to his hall, there was nothing. So, I went to looking through the bathrooms, just in case I was wrong about him being sick.

I had been walking around till about ten minutes left of class were when I heard it. There was lots of laughing coming from the locker room the football players use. Usually, I wouldn't care until I heard a louder noise, more laughing along with the sound of someone whining. I stuck around for a bit longer, wondering what poor sap was in need of a hero when I heard Jonathan sneer.

“Shut up, Gaskarth,”

Gaskarth?

I kicked the door open, immediately finding the worse scene before me. Jon and his fucking goons were surrounding Alex, who was on the floor. One of them was in mid-kick, and I could see stray butts of what I'm gonna guess is cigarettes on the ground. I know Jon was into some fucked up ways of bullying, and this all together just made me see red.

“Oh, uhh, hey Barakat...” Jon said, his buddies somewhat taking a step back from Alex as I walked in.
“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” I growled out, eyes flickering to Alex for a second. “You fuckers are going to pay for this.”
“Wait, J-jack..” Alex tried saying but, I already threw out a fist at the closest jock, hopefulyl breaking his nose.

Soon they were all trying to gang up on me, but I've been in this situation before. These guys and I had a lot of issues Freshman year, and any time they tried kicking my ass, it just ended in a bunch of them being sore, or even unable to play football, and me covered in bruises, cuts, and once a broken rib. Eventually, we all decided not to start shit with each other anymore. Now, they broke that rule.

I manged to get two guys on the floor, bloodied noses and sure to be bruised bodies tomorrow, the rest ran out the door. I was thinking it was over when someone hit me over the head with some blunt object. I fell to the ground and rolled in time to see Jon ready to hit me again with what I now noticed what his stupid, football helmet. I closed my eyes, ready for the pain but instead I heard Alex yell.

“No!”
“Get the fuck off me, Gaskarth.” Jon sneered, and I looked up, saw him going to swing at Lex in stead so I kicked his feet out from under him before pouncing.
“Don't you ever fucking touch him again.”

I punched him in the face between the words, hate and anger fueling my drive to see him bloody and unconcious. I probably would have punched him to death if Alex hadn't grabbed my shoulder, trying and failing to pull me off.

“Jack, quit it! You're going to kill him!” I growled, and hit Jonathan once more before getting off. “Ja-”

I cut Alex off by grabbing his wrist and pulling him out of the locker. I was still really pissed off, but I was sure he was going to be needing some kind of medical care. The nurses office is probably empty, seeing as the bell had to of rung already ending school. There were a few students strayed in the hall, and they looked at us curiously, but all of them knew not to fuck with me while I was seething mad.

I walked into the nurses office, letting go of Alex's wrist.

“Sit down.” I mumbled, going for the cabinets.
“Jack, I-”
“Just sit down, Lex.” I repeated, hearing some shuffling before he did so. I found a small kit, figuring it would have everything I needed and grabbed the nurse stool to sit on while I looked over Alex.

He was already forming bruises, a couple little cuts on his face, lip split and I could see burn marks on his upper arm wear the sleeve had been shoved up. I made a mental note to be glad I nearly killed Jon and got to getting out antiseptic and some cotton balls it with. I mumbled for him to hold still as I took care of the cuts, trying not to make him wince too much. Once it was all taken care of, I looked through the kit til I found burn cream.

I quickly applied it to all the marks on Alex's arm, being as gentle as possible before grabbing something to wrap over them. As I was unrolling it, Alex spoke up.

“You shouldn't have hurt him that much.” He mumbled.
“Look what he did to you.” I grumbled back. It was quiet for a few more moments, I had started wrapping his arms when Alex spoke again.
“I never thought you could be like that...”
“Like what?” I asked, somewhat listening.
“You were...so angry. It was a little scary.”
“Lex,” I sighed, finishing up and leaning forward to lay my head on his shoulder. “You know I care about you, a lot more than anything else might I add. Of course I was pissed.”
“But-”
“No, listen. If Jonathan ever touches you, or your friend, again. You better tell me, and I'll make sure he wishes he didn't just like today.” I demanded, moving back to look at me. “Promise me.”
“I....” Alex faltered, and I took his hand to squeeze it.
“Promise. Me.”
“I promise...” Alex agreed, and I smiled before standing up.
“Good.”
“Wait, what about you?” Alex asked, trying to drag me back down to sit again.
“What about me?”
“You're hurt too.” He muttered, voice a little quiet. I chuckled pulling him up and into my arms for a light hug.
“I'm fine, princess.” I mumbled in his ear, before moving to leave again. “Let's get you home.”

Notes

Short, violent, and to the point.

It's me as a chapter. Enjoy <3