Bite the Bullet

-Jack’s Point of View-

I squinted in the bright light streaming in through my window.
I sighed, school was too early and the sun was too bright and my alarm is too fucking loud.
I practically rolled out of bed and pulled on my clothes, hardly bothering to see if they matched. Which they did, cause I’m just that cool.
I stumbled to my mirror scowling at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a zombie, even in my tight black skinny jeans and my Green Day t-shirt.
I pressed the flat iron over my unruly bed head and set to work styling it to my usual perfection.
I may not try to stand out, I might be trying to blend in actually, but that doesn't mean I have to look like shit.
As I played with my strands of hair, I let my thoughts wander back to yesterday.
I grinned, I had friends now. Amanda was hilarious and after a bit even Ashley had warmed up to me. And that left Brenna. I felt my grin widen; She was absolutely amazing.
She hardly knew me, yet she was already standing up for me. And I felt completely at peace with her. Sure, sometimes she was a bit outspoken and crazy, but I loved her. She was my best friend and I had known her what, a day? She was funny, and she was ready to protect me… Protect me from Alex….
I grimaced. Him.
Why was he so set on making my life hell?
I mean, sure, I’d damaged his car a bit now, but before what had I done to him?
I sighed. There was nothing I could do now anyways, I just had to see what was gonna happen. I prayed to my God of choice, which today happened to be Billie Joe Armstrong, in honor of my shirt, that he wouldn’t bother me.
I trudged down the step of my house and out the door, not bothering to tell anyone that I was leaving. I was a quiet and soft-spoken person, even at home.
I flung open the door to my car and drove back to the building that would be my prison for 8 hours too long.
“Jack!” I heard Brenna scream, her voice reaching my ears before I even finished parking.
“What?” I said, rolling my eyes as her through the glass of my windshield. If that wasn’t a sure sign I was getting more comfortable with her, I don't know what is.
“I’m having a party!” she sang happily through my rolled down window, “and you’re invited!!!!”
“W-what?” I asked, suddenly much less comfortable than I had been five seconds ago; parties are not my scene, but I’m sure you’ve guessed that by now.
“Don’t worry Jacko, it’s just a few people I swear” she said grabbing my hand to pry my from my car seat.
I allowed myself to be pulled up and out of the door she had opened for me, and I stumbled inside the school with her.
“When is it?” I asked, not really caring since I knew I would definitely not be going.
“Tonight! And you’re coming mister! I don’t care what plans you have, cancel them!”
I gulped, there was no way I was getting out of this if she wanted me to come. I swear she was probably strong enough to just throw me over her shoulder and kidnap me forever.
“I guess I can come.. You promise there won't be a lot of people?” I said, nervous, since I don't do well with crowds or people I don't know, both of which were the norm for these high school parties.
“I promise” she said, that stupid grin still not wiped off of her face.
She walked me to my locker where we were met with Alex fucking Gaskarth.
I let out an inner cry of defeat; it was way too early in the morning for this.
I squeezed my hands together; Billie don't fail me now...
“What do you want asshole?” Brenna spat out at him.
He pulled a sickly sweet grin as he started to walk past me, “I just wanted to tell Jack here goodmorning”
He lowered his voice as he whispered into my ear, “Enjoy it, it might be the last peaceful one you get in a while”
I shuddered as I watched his back as he strolled away. My eyes may have slipped down to his ass once or twice, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than the fear coursing through my body.
“That bastard” Brenna hissed, and I didn't have to ask her if she had heard what he said.
Why was he so set on me?! I asked myself for what seemed the millionth time that day.
Again, there was nothing I could do about it now. Besides, I had Brenna, I’d be fine.

The classes were a bore, per usual. But honestly, I’d rather be there than at Brenna’s party, which was what I was preparing for at the moment.
I was trying something a little different today instead of straightening my hair flat, I was spiking it up.
Now I know what you’re thinking, was I trying to look like Alex?
No, I wasn’t, thank you very much… It just happened to look a lot like his hairstyle.
… Okay so maybe I was trying to look like him a little bit… Or a lotta bit…
I figured that there was nothing more I could do at this point to improve my appearance, so I set down the can of liquid fire, also known as hairspray, and began my journey down the steps. I walked out of the house for the second time today, still clad in my cloths from earlier. I was comfortable and there was no way in hell I’d change just for some party. It probably wouldn’t even matter, I’d be sticking to the shadows.
I pulled up to the house that yesterday had only been occupied with two girls and high pitched shrieking. Now though, it was packed full of dancing people and puking out loud annoying club music.
Just a few people my ass...

Notes

Title Cred: Save Rock and Roll by Fall Out Boy
HEY HEY HEY!
This is the new co-author, Sarah, and you may know me from some other stories I write.
Amanda here has been ever so kind to let me hop on here and help her out.
So give her and this story a love.
I was a fan before I was a co-author so I'll try to do this story justice\
Thanks so much guys =^.^=
~PleaseDon'tLookAtMe_I'mAwkward aka Sarah
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