I'll Keep A Secret If You Keep Me Guessing

Alex's p.o.v

I walked into school with a huge confused look on my face. What the hell just happened? Jack's dad just comes out of no where and takes Jack away? Away from school? He sounded a little angry, despite how he tried to make it sound like he wasn't angry. That got me thinking. Was Jack's dad a horrible person to Jack? Or did he not like me? I mean, this isn't the first he's dragged Jack away from me, sounding a little off. I hummed to myself and made my way to homeroom. It's strange without Jack not being here to look at.

I avoided Lisa as I went to go sit at the back. I was most probably sitting in someone's seat, but I don't really care. I don't feel like doing much today. I'm just not in the mood for anything.

I sighed down at the table, feeling lonely for once. It's a strange feeling,and a terrible one too. I kept my eyes glued down upon the table and bit the inside of my cheek. The room was fairly quiet today, just a little murmurs around a few tables. It was kind of nice to be in a quiet atmosphere.

I looked up as a cough came above me. I smiled, hoping it was Jack. But as I looked up to be met with a face that was certainly not Jack's, I frowned a little.

"You're in my seat, mate." I heard Harry scroll. I glared at the tall boy with black hair that had a blob of white near his ear. Nope, no one calls me 'mate' if I'm not their mate. I sat up tall, glaring deep within Harry's eyes. Harry was one of those dicks that drinks a whole lot of alcohol.

"Really?" I paused before smirking, "Too bad, mate." I mocked, putting a weird accent on the word 'mate'.

"Okay." He smiled cheerily. I knew that smile was more of an smirk than a cheeky smile. He walked to the back off me. I gasped as I finally worked out what he was going to do, but I was too late. He pulled my chair back, with me landing straight on my ass. I winced at the pain. I looked around to see everyone's eyes on me, beginning to erupt with laughter. Straight away, anger built up inside of me. Who the fuck does he think he is? But I put my anger to the side and decided to play the game. I smiled as I got up, turning my back away from him.

"Oh look, a spare chair!" I heard as he sat in his chair. I could hear the smirk playing on his lips. I walked away from the table so he could move the chair in place, and he did so. I walked slowly in front of his desk, acting as though I was walking to a seat on the other side. But I knew exactly what seat I was going to sit on. At the middle of Harry's table, I stopped quickly. I turned to his face. It was looking at the girl beside him. I clenched my fists and quickly brought them to Harry's face. Instantly, Harry flew back on his seat. He might of fell back on his seat a little too much, as he quickly fell off his chair..with the chair. I heard him hiss painfully and loud. He moved his hand to his nose and his other to his head. I saw as blood started dripping around both of his hands. Well, fuck. I though bitterly in my head.

"Gaskarth, you stupid, stupid, little boy. Get out my classroom, now!" The teacher shouted at me. Where the hell was the teacher in the first place? I growled at Harry and walked away. I caught Lisa look at me as I exited with disgust. I sighed as I got out the classroom. What a prick.

I walked down the corridor and out the exit door. I went straight for the smoking area as I like to call. I walked the corner to be faced with Zack talking to Rian.

Wait, Rian?!

"Zack?" I asked carefully as I walked up to him. Both Zack and Rian turned there heads quickly to me.

"O-oh, hi, Alex." Zack scratched his neck nervously. I glared at Zack. My best friend was talking to a lonely nobody? What the fuck is wrong with today?!

"I hope you was about to burn him with your cigarette." I angry spoke, my body flaming in red. Zack looked as scared as Rian. I watched as Zack looked nervously at Rian.

"I-I was uh, just about to do that. I was uh...just giving him a lecture about how he's not aloud down here." Zack muttered. I cocked an eyebrow, obviously not believing in what Zack said.

"Oh really? Burn him. Now." I ordered. I saw Rian's face riddle with fear. Zack starred at Rian for a second, and I swear he gave him an apologized look.

"O-okay." Zack said, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket. He lit it up with his lighter and placed it in his mouth for a second. I watched as he nervously pulled the cigarette out of his mouth. Zack's eyes meet Rian's before he grabbed Rian's sleeve, pulling it up and placing the cig down on it, hard. Rian winced, pulling his arm away from Zack's grip. I smirked ear to ear. I saw tears in Rian's eyes as he started to run. I laughed and walked closer to Zack, patting him on the back.

"Well done, Zacko. I'm Pleased with ya." I smirked again. Zack obviously wasn't happy with his dissensions, but he smiled anyway.

"Can I borrow one? I'll lead you three back, I'm promising you." I asked, plead in my eyes. Zack nodded slowly, pulling out a cigarette and handing it to me.

"You're hero, Zack." I smiled, pulling my lighter out and placing the cig between my lips. I did my ritual of hovering my hand over the lighter to protect the flame, and lit the cig up. Once it was lit, I took deep, quick drags, wanting the anger to subside. It didn't go too quickly, but it did disappear. I watched as Zack had his head down while he was smoking. Something looked odd about Zack today.

"What's up, buddy?" I asked, nudging Zack's shoulder. He pulled his head up slowly and looked at me in the eyes. He sighed after a while of starring into my eyes, and brought his eyes to view anywhere but me.

"I just...I don't like the way we have to torment innocent people just to keep a good repetition to ourselves." Zack said slowly, breathing heavily at the end. I frowned, my eyebrows frowning together. This wasn't the muscle-y, dont-fuck-with-me-or-I'll-rip-you-bone-by-bone best friend. No. Zack's not the one to care about his actions and to where and who the actions are aimed at.

"What the fuck, Zack? This isn't you. You don't care about the people we hurt- you're not meant to." I frowned angrily, my face crumbled up. I took a drag of my cig.

"No, Alex. You're right, I'm not me. I'm not suppose to hurt people and make them walk the path of hell. I'm meant to give them the best life and let them skip their way through earth's heaven." I never knew Zack was good with words.

"I don't want to do this, Alex. I don't know why, or how, but I've changed- I wanna change! Will you accept that?" Zack asked, stamping his cig in the ground, but looking at me with those green eyes. I bit my lip, anger raging through me, once again. Why was I angry though?

"No, I don't accept. If you change into a caring douchebag, then I'm not following you. I Will not walk around with a weakling like you. I'm staying the way I am; an asshole, because that's what I think is the best for me. I know you don't like it, but I'm sorry, man. It's who I am." I puffed out the smoke and stomped my cigarette on the ground next to Zack's. I noticed my cigarette wasn't as torn apart from my shoe as much as Zack's, and that got me thinking. Zack really hated being like me.

"I don't want to loose you, Zack. You're my best friend, of course I don't! But I also don't want to be weak. No one can stop me from being a asshole. Fuck, even Obama can't do shit..not like he would care. No one can change me, not even myself. No one can stop the need of want to torment people. No.one. I'm sorry, Zack." I finally finished my speech and walked away from Zack. My best friend Zack. I walked into school and back out, heading home.

Notes

No one can change you, Alex? Hmm, we'll see about that. >:D

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