You Have My Heart, At Least For The Most Part

Alex’s p.o.v

I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I was tempted to call Jack, to ask him how he and Rian were, but I decided not to. I had bothered him enough by going with him to the hospital.

Two hours ago he had begged me to go back home to get some sleep; he said he didn’t want to be the reason I was a zombie the next day. So, I obeyed, and phoned my mom to ask her to come pick me up. It was weird to explain to her what the hell I was doing at a hospital, but I came but with the lamest excuse ever: school work.

“The hospital?” She asked, worried. “Alex… Alex, what are you doing there?”

“Don’t worry, mom, I’m okay.”

“Then what are you doing there? Are all your friends okay?”

“Everything’s fine mom, I just uh… I have to do a project work for school.”

She was silent for a few seconds. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“I have to interview five people that inspire me, and doctors do that.” I lied. “I uh… I think it’s really brave what they do, you know? This thing of having people’s lives in their hands the whole time. I admire them, mom.”

“…If you say so. I hope you are not lying to me, Alexander.”

“I’m not.”

“Okay. I’ll go and pick you up.”

“Thanks. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

I couldn’t believe she had fallen for that. And, if I’m being honest, I felt a little bad for not telling her the truth. But, what could I tell her? “Hey mom, I’m stuck in the hospital because my boyfriend’s (who’s my school teacher and is older than me) best friend was in a car accident. Hahaha, funny, right?” Nope. Definitely couldn’t do that.

I started thinking of some way to cheer Jack up. Sing him a song I had writen for him, by him chocolates... I had to do something. Maybe I couldn’t wake Cassadee, but I could try and take his mind off of that for a while.

-

From: The fucking queen
Hey fag, I’m at your doorstep. Come and open the fucking door. Ily.

I rolled my eyes and forced my self to get out of bed. I replied with a simple ‘going. x’ and slowly made my way to the front door. I opened it and found Tay ready to go to school.

“Alex? Fuck. Why are you on your pijamas?”

“… I just woke up.”

“Then hurry the fuck up.”

I dashed through the stairs and into my room. I chose to use a red t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. The usual, let’s say. I grabbed my backpack and went down stairs, where Tay was talking to my mom. I kissed the last one and apologized to the first one for being late. She just shrugged it off and we started walking to school.

We just made small talk. Tay was one of the only people who I could be in silence with and it wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Both of us just got lost in thought and were trapped in each other’s secret world.


The first part of the day was boring. I couldn’t quite focus on class, and I didn’t have anyone to talk with. Unluckyly, Tay and I didn’t have a lot of classes together.

But then, it was lunch time. I really hated that part of the day. Don’t get me wrong, I love eating. But the fact that I had to sit for more than ten minutes with Zack and watch him and Lisa suck their faces off… yup, not the most fun thing to do.

I didn’t hate him. I missed him, in fact. I missed talking to him, laughing with him, everything with him. But I couldn’t quite forgive what he had done. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad that he had told Jack about our crush because, if not, I wouldn’t have been brave enough to kiss him. But, what kind of friend does that? I knew he wasn’t a bad guy, it was just the jealousy taking over his head but… what kind of asshole does that to his best friend?

“Hey? Alex? Are you there?” I raised my head to find a quite concerned Lisa staring at me. I had zooned out a lot lately, I should really stop doing it.

“I… No. I’m not.” I glanced at Zack, who was also looking at me kind of worried. “I’ll just go to class. See you.” And, with that, I left everyone at the table staring at me as if I had just grown two heads.

I ran to class, happy to have english, when I stopped dead on my tracks outside the class’ door. I should’ve known. Jack wasn’t going to be at school… which was something I could understand. I wouldn’t have come either.

I sighed and sat with my back to the door. I took out my phone and decided to text him.

To: Jack Barakat
How are you? Want me to go over there?

He put his cellphone into his back pocket and decided he would fake a headache and go back home. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with anything.

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