Jack

Things were a little awkward between Alex and I for a few days. I saw the bruises, and they sure as hell weren't old. I kept trying to ask him about what happened all throughout Saturday, but he would either change the subject or mutter that it was nothing. I wanted to see him Sunday but he ignored all my texts and calls. Probably afraid that I would bring it up again.

So, I decided to drop it. He'll come to me about it eventually, right? I can only guess I know where the beating is coming from, and as much as I would love to give Jon a reminder of why he should leave my Princess alone, it would only hurt Lex more in the end.

As the week went by, I finally told Alex that I won't ask but if it gets out of hand he needs to tell someone. Even be a snitch and get the school involved if he has to.

After that, things were okay again. We had a routine down. Every week day, I met Alex at his locker. After school we took turns going to each others homes. It supposed to be for homework, but when we're at mine, I tend to get distracted. By Alex's face and his lips, and let's just say I'm not god at resisting temptation. Though, I have been trying to go a little slower, I noticed how freaked Alex got after I took off his shirt last time, how hesitant he was through the whole thing and I needed to remind myself constantly that I was his first....well...anything.

On the weekends, we jammed with Rian and Zack. I've been teaching Alex how to play more of our speed of music along with showing him other bands. It was like, week three of this routine and we were working on him falling in love with You Me At Six after showing him Green Day last week. He was shocked to hear that Mr. Armstrong had been part of the band before they broke up. I think he got a new man crush after that.

“So, this band is from the UK?” Alex asked, “I like the already.”
“Don't be biased just because you were born there.” I teased. We were sitting in Zack's basement, while him and Rian went out to get pizza. Alex's head was in my lap, one ear bud in his ear, one in mine as I looked down at him, playing with his hair. We were thinking of having a huge sleep over here. “Listen to this cd, pay attention to the lyrics then we can go back to teaching you more songs.”
“Are we going to practice more Green Day?” Alex asked.
“Oh I guess, Princess.” I chuckled.
“Awesome.” Alex smiled, sitting up.

Of course, now he was too close and I had to lean in and kiss him. Alex was quick to return it, being a little more comfortable so I moved my hands to his hips, pulling him closer into my lap as I pressed my mouth harder against his. Alex was definitely getting better at the whole kissing/making out thing, and fuck, he always tasted like honey and mint to me. Lightly biting his lower lip, I was granted entrance to his mouth.

Licking the roof of his mouth for a moment before moving to massage his tongue with my own, hoping to coax it into moving. Once it did, I felt a million sparks run through my body and it only made me want him closer, needed him to be closer to me.

However, right as I pushed him down to hover above him, Zack yelled.

“Hey, Jack! Fucking quit it, I don't want semen stains on my floor!”
“Fuck you, Z. We weren't even going to go that far.” I whined, still straddling Alex, who was as red as a tomato now.
“Whatever, got the pizza.” He smiled, holding it up. “Hey, Lex.”
“Uh, yeah?” Alex asked, tilting his head back to look at Zack.
“Would it make you uncomfortable if I, and maybe the other, smoked? Cause I jut got some new kush that I wanted to start on.”
“Um, no, just don't make me do it.” He shrugged.
“You sure, Princess?” I asked, and he smiled.
“It's cool, Jack.” He smiled.
“Yay! I love you, man!” And with that Zack disappeared, and Rian appeared, with more pizza boxes.
“Where's that fucker going to now?”
“What he do?” I laughed.
“Oh you know, just rushed down here leaving me to carry most of the pizza, open and close multiple doors and try not to die as he ran up the stairs while he came down.”
“Baby.” I snorted.
“Shut it!”

Soon, we were all downing some pizza while doing various things. Zack was working getting his bong clean, since he hated smoking from a really dirty one. Rian was pissing around with the t.v down here, yelling at Zack to hurry up and I was teaching Alex how to play Basket Case.

“Hey Jack,” He mumbled, still practicing the chords.
“You sound fine.” I assured, thinking he was going to ask if what he was doing was okay, again.
“No no, I was just curious...about umm...”
“What is it?” I asked, actually looking at him. He was looking from me, to Zack, and back. “Are you not comfortable about the smoking thing? We asked multiple-”
“No, I was just wondering...uh, how?”
“How?”
“How do you..use that thing?” He asked, turning red and looking down. I chuckled, and hooked a finger under his chin so I could make him look at me.
“Do you wanna try or just know?” I asked, and he muttered something. “I can't hear you, babe.”
“Try..”
“Really?”
“I'm curious. Just this once.” Alex said quickly, and I took the guitar from him.
“You don't have to explain yourself. Come on, I'll teach ya.”

I dragged him over to sit with Zack, who was finally done cleaning his stupid bong. He started setting things up, and sure enough Rian joined the circle. I told them to go first so Alex could watch first, and to give him time to decide if this is what he really wanted. I didn't want him to feel obligated to do it. I wasn't even going to smoke tonight cause I knew Rian would and that would have left Lex the only 'sober' one. After watching those two, and then me doing it with step by step instructions for him.

“Ready? I'll light it for you, just keep your finger here and be ready to inhale.” I commanded and Alex nodded before putting the pipe in his mouth. I lit it up and watched as he inhaled. I saw tears form a bit and spoke softly. “Just keep it in your lungs for a moment, you can pull off and slowly exhale, Lex. You'll be okay.”

Of course, heended up coughing half way through the exhale, but it was his first time. After a few more tries, he basically had it down and soon we were all just passing it around. Zack complained a little how we were going to run out, but I threw a twenty in his hand and he shut up.

Soon, we were all giggling about random shit and at Alex. It was his first time, and he felt the need to tell us every thing he was feeling.

“You know...you know that one time when like, I don't know, you uhhh find. Yes that's the word. Find, a toy you lost for like, umm, ever? And you're so happy even though you don't wanna play with it anymore and you like, are just happy your childhood is back? That's how I feel.”
“Princess, you need to be high, all the time.” I giggled.
“I also feel like smoke.”
“Smoke?” Zack asked, laughing.
“No wait, what's the weather version of smoke?”
“Fog?” Rian asked, snickering.
“Yes. I am fog. Fog is me.” Alex smiled. “Foooooooog.”
“Jack, your girlfriend is better than t.v.” Zack nudged me.
“I know she is.” I winked, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
“Ew, PDA. Going to bed now.” Rian said, crawling away to sleep by his drum set. Why? No clue.
“I'm tired too, I'm going to my room though.” Zack said and got up.
“Why is everyone leeeaving!?” Alex yelled, whining. “We're having fun!”
“Shut up, you're going to wake Zack's parents up.” I teased.
“Only if we can take another hit.”
“Hmm, let's do a special one, alright?” I smiled, getting an idea.
“Special?”
“Yeah, special.”
“What do I do?”
“Just lay down, baby.” I whispered, “Get on the couch and lay down.”
“'Kay.”

Alex laid on the couch, twirling his hair and humming while he stared at the ceiling. I giggled before grabbing the lighter and bong, going to finish of the last bit that was in there, and inhales as much smoke as I could. Setting it down, I kept my breath held and moved to straddle Alex. He looked up at me, eyes glassy and mouth opened in his smile. Leaning down I slowly exhaled into his mouth, seeming to catch was I was doing, he inhaled my secondhand smoke.

Once he went to blow out, I connected our lips together, slipping my tongue in to meet his. It all seemed to happen in slowmo in those moments. Alex's tongue started to dance with mine immediately, his hands moving to grip my hair. My arms were resting on either side of him, keeping my weight off him as we lazily made out. It was like the room was slowly blurring away from us, leaving us in our own little universe. The only thing that matter was the feeling of each other touching, it's the only thing I wanted to feel.

It came apparent that Alex must have felt a similar way because when I pulled away to breathe, biting his lip and pulling slightly he let out a small moan. I've never heard him make such a noise before, and I wanted to hear more. Kissing down his jaw, I experimented different place of his neck to nibble and bite on til I finally found a spot that make him moan louder than before. It was right below his ear basically, and now I knew where to bite down harder.

I don't remember much after that, all I know for sure is the next morning I woke up with Alex laying under me, and there was definitely purple spots all over his neck and chest seeing as his shirt was missing. However, some of them weren't from me..and looked more painful rather than sexy. I frowned as I looked at them and lightly ran a hand over one that looked a little greenish on the outside, which woke Alex up.

“Ugh, ow...Jack?” He mumbled opening his eyes. “Where my shirt?”
“I think we went a little far with making out.” I shrugged, still looking at the bruises. “Please tell me what's been going on.”
“I don't wanna talk about it...”
“Alex,” I groaned.
“No! I don't want you to get upset and end up in trouble or something. I don't want my parents to find out and take me out of school. I'll be miserable away from you!” Alex complained, shoving me. “Stop asking about it!”
“I'm just worried!” I yelled back. “You think I have no idea who the fuck is doing this? I'm not retarded, I could've killed Jon by now if I wanted to. You have to want this to stop.”
“You think I don't?”
“I don't see you doing anything about it.”
“Jesus, I didn't expect to wake up to you yelling at me, just mind your own business.” Alex snapped looking away from me.
“Fine.” I got up, and went to stomp up the stairs.
“Where are you going?”
“To have a smoke.”
“Is that how you solve all your issues?' He called and I flipped him off, before disappearing up the steps to head outside.

Fucking Alex, can't he get why I would be upset? Last thing I wanna see his him battered and bruised because of some stupid bully. If leaving my school would help, I could accept that. I would make time to see him after school. It wouldn't hurt us, our relationship isn't that fragile. At least to me it's not.

I lit up a cigarette, deciding to just walk up and down the block, trying to calm my rage. Last thing I needed was to actually snap at Alex. We had a good time last night, even if I didn't remember half of it.
I doubt Alex did either.

“Maybe things will get better...”I muttered to myself, turning to head back. But when I did, I noticed a car at the stop sign I was at. Not just any car though...this one was familiar.

And had Alex's mom in the driver's seat, staring at me. I stared back for a moment before dropping my cigarette and running off. Shit shit shit.

Notes

Wow, time really flies. And we got some making out guys. I suck at rhyming, having no timing. But oh look what's wrong, this ain't the last of Alex's mom. <3 -Schitzo


(By the way I saw we were in the top spot of popular stories. YAY.)