Jack

“Jack, can you be a dear and do the grocery shopping?” Rian's mom asked me as I put a new cold washcloth on her forehead. The poor woman had a hell of a cold and I was the only one home to take care of her.
“Of course, Mrs. Dawson.” I smiled. “Got a list for me? Or should I just see what we have.”
“No, I made one the other day. It's on the fridge. My purse-”
“I'll buy them, I got the money.” I cut her off, patting her hand.
“You don't have to do that.” She sighed.
“You don't even make me pay rent. Groceries this week are on me.” I got up and started walking out. “Get some rest, I'll be back.”

With that, I quickly headed downstairs to grab the list and borrow her car. Groceries and motorbikes do not mix well. Believe me. However, I couldn't seem o find a the keys and became apparent that Rian had took it. With a shrug, I decided just to walk. It wasn't that far. Plus, we had some reusable bags to make the trip easier.

Once I had everything I needed, bags, ipod, wallet, phone, etc, I left the house. Ear buds in, Halestorm blasting, I was happy to hear Love Bites come through my shuffle. It felt right to listen to this kind of stuff lately, I claimed to be over Alex but sometimes I wonder if I was trying to convince others....or myself. It doesn't matter, nothing can change what I said. Alex can't just be wishy-washy with his feelings all the time and expect me to be okay with it. It's not fair.

Why am I even thinking about him? It's hard enough dealing with the sad eyes he gives me sometimes, or having to deal with the fact that when Brendon and I started fooling aroudn I couldn't get it up. All because I kept comparing things to how I thought Alex would look. How he would act. The fucker just won't leave my mind.

“Stop it!”

My head snapped at attention as a voice managed to get past my music. Taking out a bud, I tilted my head. Was that...

“Please!”

It was. Alex was screaming bloody murder. I looked around, trying to find the source of the found and heard more come from in front of me. There was an alley down that way. Biting my lip, I tried to think of an excuse to just walk away, let the kid get beat up, but I could hear his sobs now. My legs started moving before I even made a decision.

Of course, when I turned to look down the alley, there was Jon with Alex pinned against the wall. His arm was being bent at a harsh angle while he cried and begged for mercy. I saw Jon shove his face harder into the wall and I lost it. Before either knew I was there, I ripped Jon off Alex, thowing him to the opposite wall face first.

“What the-” He groaned, but I grabbed him but the back of the head and slammed his face against the brick, seeing blood immediately.

“Don't.” I slammed his head again. “Fucking.” I bent his arm back, much like he had been doing to Alex. “Touch.” I bent it more, hearing John yelp. “Him.” I let go of his arm just to throw him to the ground. “Again.”

Jon looked up at me, fear in his eyes, unable to even support himself up with the arm I was bending.

“Got it?” I snarled and he nodded quickly before managing to get up and run away.

Watching him leave, I huffed through my nose before my eyes looked over at Alex who was sitting on the ground, back against the wall staring at me.

“J-jack... I”
“This doesn't change anything.” I interrupted, grabbing the things I dropped and leaving the alley. “Bye, Princess.”

The nickname fell off my tongue easily, and I instantly regretted it. Before either of us could say or do anything, I was walking away, trying not to run like an idiot. It's over. It's been over.

With that thought, I sighed and continued my way to the grocery store. I bitterly went through the list, figuring now my mood was ruined for the day. Nothing could fix what just happened, and I kept remember what I had said to Alex about Jon before. I literally just stopped something that I wished to happen, what the fuck is wrong with me?

I was at check out when my phone started to buzz.

“Hello?” I grumbled.
“Whoa, someone sounds pissy.” Zack voice rang through.
“Whattya want Z?”
“Well....guess who called.”
“Who?”
“You're supposed to guess!”
“Just tell me, I am clearly not in the mood.” I sighed.
“The bar that we've been bugging finallly called us back! We're playing tomorrow bro!”
“Really? That's awesome!”
“Yeah, so I suggest you tell Brendon, and we'll wait for Ri to get off and get some practice in tonight. We need to figure out what songs we're playing.”
“Alright.” I smiled. “Hey would it be cool if we played that one song I wrote?”
“The one from when you broke up with-”
“Shut up, there was no break up. There was no relationship. But yes.”
“Sounds great, but... don't you not like Brendon's voice with it?”
“I'll sing it.” I shrugged.
“Well great! Can't wait, Jay.”
“Me neither Z.”'

I smiled and quickly paid the cashier, grabbing my bags and rushing home. I needed to make sure I had the chords still written down for my song. I was already mumbling it under my breath as I sped-walked home. When will the princess figure it out she ain't worth saving?

Notes

Tad short, but hey, maybe Lexy will see the show~