A Daydream Away

Jack’s POV

He left around noon the next day, even though I had asked him to stay. He told me he had plans with Vic, which made my blood boil. It was like that stupid boy popped up around every corner of the conversations Alex and I had.
I was home alone for hours, letting my mind whirl about the night before. I thought about all the questions that had been asked and all the answers that were given, but one question seemed to be continuously rolling around in my mind.
“So, who do you like?”
He said it so innocently, his head was cocked to one side and his eyes were wide, just like a little boy asking for a candy bar. I’ll never get that image out of my mind.
“That is for me to know, and you to never find out.” I said with my best convincing fake laugh.
“Aw, Mr. Stud has a crush” Alex cooed “What if I guess?”
I sat there stunned for a good couple of seconds before I finally swallowed and said “give it your best shot”.
‘Oh god, what if he asks if it’s him? What the hell do I say?’ I panicked inwardly. He didn’t know I was gay, so that could be an advantage.
“Um… Katie?”
“Nope.”
“Lisa?”
“Who the hell is Lisa?”
“Cassadee?”
“Rian’s girlfriend? Hell no, bro code.”
“You aren’t even friends with Rian”
“Whatever.”
This went on for a few minutes, before he finally gave up saying names of girls I’d never heard of. Never once did he asked if I liked a guy, which was a huge relief. He thought I was straight, and I wanted to keep it that way for a while. I loved being his friend, even if he was extremely sexually frustrating.
I put in Home Alone, trying to get him to see the brilliance in it. I didn’t even realize that his head was rested against my shoulder until I turned to point out my favorite part and my face was met with his hair.
I smiled into the top of his head, wishing I could press my lips to it. If I knew he was asleep, I’d jump at the chance… but he could be awake, and that would be awkward.
“Hey, Alex?” I whispered, shaking him slightly.
He groaned, burying his head deeper into my shoulder. His face was now pressed into my neck, and I could feel his eyelashes tickling my skin.
“Alex” I whispered, laughing quietly “Do you wanna go to bed?”
“No, you’re comfier.” He mumbled into my neck. I felt his lips graze my skin, and suddenly my heartbeat quickened.
“I’m sure my bed is comfier.”
“No.”
And so we remained this way.
Well, sometime in the night, Alex changed his position so his head was in my lap. I woke up before him, and smiled at the side of his face. His mouth was open and his lips were slightly puckered out, like he just heard some slightly stunning news. I could see his eyes moving behind his eyelids, like he was dreaming of something.
I took a chance and began running my fingers through his hair. When he didn’t stir, I continued, combing his hair and humming a Blink song to him.
I knew I couldn’t keep this up. Sooner or later, Max’s torture would be too much, and I’d have to walk away from all of this, even if it broke my heart.
‘One month’ I promised myself ‘you get to let yourself have one month with him before you leave.’
Finally, his gorgeous eyes fluttered open, and he mumbled a sleepy hello. When he realized where he was laying, he moved quicker than I thought possible in his sleepy state.
“Sorry… sorry” he whispered, getting up and moving to sit on the arm of the couch.
“Hey, it’s fine. I didn’t mind.” I said, smiling at him. I tried to hide the fact that on the inside, my stomach had dropped at least 12 feet.
“So, you got any food in this place?” Alex said, nodding towards the kitchen.
So we made breakfast, went for a short walk, and he drove home.
I was left staring at the ceiling, recalling everything that had happened the night before. The doorbell rang, making me get out a loud, annoyed sigh. Couldn’t I just be left alone to think?
The door opened before I could even reach it, and a black haired asshole came stomping through my door.
“What do you want?” I said, the memory of Alex’s bruised face filling my voice with rage.
“Oh, I wouldn’t talk to me like that Barakat. I know things about you that would send the whole school running. And some other things that would send Alex packing.” He replied, laughing like a villain in all the Disney movies.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh, I don’t know. You do a really awful job at hiding your feelings for the stupid kid. I’d get a handle on that.”
I swallowed. Max knew. Max fucking knew I liked Alex and I couldn’t do anything about it.
“Also, I’m sure he’d love to know about why your last school so kindly asked you to leave.”
He knew that too. What else did he know about my life before Baltimore?
“What do you want me to do?”
Max’s smirk grew deadly. It was enough to almost send me running… I probably would have if my legs would’ve cooperated.
“I want you to tear that boy apart.”

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