Jack

I was on my way to music, looking forward to seeing Alex when said boy showed up out of nowhere and nearly knock me over. Arms tight around my waist and voice yelling, he announced.

“I get to go to your band practice! I have an alibi!”
“Oh really? What is it?” I asked, hugging him back.
“I'm going to tell my mom I'm trying out for the mathletes.”
“What are you going to do when you're, you know, not in them?” I asked, tilting my head.
“We'll cross that bridge when it comes.” He shrugged, be frowning. “Aren't you happy?”
“Of course I am.” I assured, kissing his forehead. “May I make a suggestion?”
“Yeah?”
“You might wanna find an alibi for New Years Eve.” I whispered in his ear.
“You and the guys throwing a party?”
“No, we have a gig.” I smiled. “Then you and me, are going to have a special date.”
“Really?” He asked, blushing a bit. “Where?”
“You're gonna have to get that alibi and find out.” I smiled, and took his hand. “Now come one, we got class.”

Leading him into the room, we sat down and waited for Billie to start. Thankfully class went by quickly, in fact, it ended early. I asked Billie if we were allowed to leave, and his answer was 'duh.' God I loved that guy. Alex caught my meaning exactly, and already started packing up his bags. Even though his parents are now big on taking him to and picking him from school, we can still get time alone. I led him straight to a supply closet and pushed him against the door.

“You know,” I mentioned, leaning close so our noses were touching. “I kinda like this.”
“Making out in a closet?”
“No, having to be a secret.” I explained. “It's kinda hot, I feel naughty.”
“You've always been bad, babe.” Alex chuckled. “But now I am too.”
“Is that so, Princess?” I chuckled, and Alex moved a hand behind my neck.
“Bad enough for you.” He muttered and pulled me into a kiss.

God, I love this kid. I pressed my body flushed against his, quickly taking control of the kiss. As nice as it was for Alex to be more confidence to kiss me first. I was the dominant one, and I wasn't giving it up. I licked against his lips, making him open his mouth. Alex always tasted great, sometimes it was kinda like he just ate a chocolate mint, other times I swear the kid made sure to coat his tongue in honey. Maybe he does, weirdo.

“Jack,” Alex groaned, pushing me away. “The bell rang.”
“So?” I asked, trying to kiss him again but Alex stopped me.
“My mom said if I ever take more than three minutes to meet her after school she's going to assume the worst and pull me out of school.”
“Fine.” I pouted, and he chuckled pressing a quick kiss to my lips and slipping out of the closet.
“See you later!” He yelled.

When I finally decided to get going myself, I was little sad that I didn't get to drag Alex home with me anymore. I mean, I loved the kid. I know I do. I finally got around to admit it, and now he's practically taken away from me. I'm glad he's trying to work around it, against his parent's will, but part of me feels bad. I mean, I was the one to turn his life upside. I was the douchebag who just had to start pestering the new church boy.

If I would have just let him alone, I would have never fallen for him, nor him for me. He would find some girl who shared his beliefs. Go to Sunday church, family dinners, and fuck her on their wedding night. He'd have a family and his parent's respect. He'd be happier.

Sighing, I shook my head and banged on my locker to open it. Alex would kill me if he knew this is how I've been thinking lately. Its not like it really matters, cause I'm a selfish bastard who doesn't plan on letting him go myself. As long as Alex is stupid enough to stay with me, I'll let him. If he ever figures out how much better off he'd be without me, I'll let him go. Anything to keep a smile on his face.

“Why do you look like you're thinking too much?” Rian's voice dragged me out of my thoughts and I looked over at him.
“Maybe cause I am?”
“About Alex again?”
“Maybe...” I shrugged.
“Dude, things are going to work out.” He assured, patting my back. “You're both pulling through this.”
“I know, it's just, sometimes I wonder if he would be-”
“Don't even finish that sentence. He's totally happy with you, and you've been better than ever.”
“I know.” I muttered, hoping it shut him up. It didn't, here comes the lecture.
“You haven't ben whoring around, and thank God cause it was only a matter of time before you either A. Caught something, or B. Get some chick pregnant. You haven't chained smoked in awhile, you don't go to random parties, hell, you don't even get calls from your dad.”
“He hardly ever calls anyway, it's not really cause of Alex.” I snorted.
“But you would have days where you were positive he was going to call.”
“I get it Ri, alright?”
“Good, cause speaking of your father.” Rian added, starting to get fidgeting.
“Oh God, what?” I groaned. Just when I thought I would be alright today.
“He sent a letter to the house. Mom called me after school, hence why I came her to talk to you instead of waiting til we got home or band practice.”
“Are you sure it wasn't to lecture me?” I teased.
“No. Now I don't want you to freak out no matter what's in the letter.”
“I won't. I'll be fine. It's a band day.” I said quickly.

We both started walking out of school, and now I was dreading reading the letter. It's kinda weird for my dad to send me letters, usually he just calls. I wonder what it was. Maybe he was finaly just going to disown me and leave me alone. When we got home, I went straight into Rian car while he walked in to tell his mom we were heading to band practice and grabbed some things. Once he came back, he held out a envelope and I just sighed and took it. Might as well get it over with.

Dear Jack,

I see that your grades are improving, and I just want to say how proud I am of that first and formost. I have no clue what has made this change, but I hope it sticks. Now, the real reason for this letter is that May is getting married this cominng Spring and wanted to invite you but didn't know where to send your invite, which I have inclosed. I expect you to go, dress appropiately and please bring some form of a date. I don't mean Rian either. It's about time you get serius about someone Jack.

Sincerly,
Bassam.

“Fucker doesn't even call himself my dad in the letter.” I snapped, crushing the paper. “And start settling down? I'm a teenager not a fucking twenty-five year old fresh out of college adult.”
“Whoa, you okay?” Rian asked.
“No, my dad somehow managed not only to be a total prick about letting me know that my sister is getting married, but to inform me that he has standards about how I go. And proud of me? What a load of bullshit. At least he didn't take credit for it.”
“Yeah, it's definitely thanks to, Lex.” Rian mused and I growled at him. “Oh shut up, it's true. Speakingof which, you're going to see him soon. Try to cool your temper and ask him to be your date to the wedding.”
“You know my dad is going to flip when he sees me bring a guy.” I mentioned, and Rian looked over with a smirk.
“Exactly.”

Notes

Return of Jack's dad. DUN DUN DUNNNNN

By the way, he's no homophobic. Just, perfectionist. He wants all his kids to be sucessful, marry, and have kids, and be perfect little families. Cause well, he screwed up.