Dangerous
Chapter Twenty-One: Circles
Go back to the place we knew
before retrace our steps to the basement door,
I'll ask you if the rain still makes you smile,
Like so much time that we spent in the fall it put color in our cheeks while the air turned cold,
Preceding what became our bitter end.
"Are you okay now?" Alex asked carefully, letting the wind slight push his hair to one side. Jack took a while to answer, but he soon nodded.
"That's good then. Are you ready for Math?" Alex asked. He honestly didn't want to go to Maths, but he had to because, well, that's school. Jack nodded again. Alex smiled lightly,saying an enthusiastic 'Come on then!' at Jack.
~~~
Jack and Alex walked into Maths. Alex handed the teacher the pass Miss had gave him. Mr Rowling, their Maths teacher, wasn't that mad at the boys, seen as Alex had a pass. Both boys were grateful for that. They've been shouted at all day.
They made their way to their seats, Alex being beside Jack, but on the different desk next to him. It's funny how Alex is sat next to Jack in most lessons, but he never really knew his name before. He was glad that he had spoke to Jack that one day, it's nice to have a new friend, for Jack anyway.
~~~
Halfway through lesson, Alex was confused on what he was meant to do, even though he didn't care all that much. He ripped a page out his book as quietly as he could, even though the room was loud enough to not hear it. As you weren't really allowed to talk between desks, Alex decided to write on some paper. After he wrote on the paper, he looked down at it, re-reading what he had wrote. He nodded, folding the paper in four. He looked beside him, seeing Jack sat there, looking down. His pen was beside his book. He looked like he didn't get it either. How was Jack meant to know how to do Maths when he didn't look up at the examples on the board? Alex shrugged, placing the note at Jack's chest so he could see it.
Jack looked down at the note for a second before trying his best to not make that horrible rippling noise with the paper.
This is total bullshit, I don't get any of it. Maths sucks. Help me? Please? c:
Jack smiled down at the cute note, noting the little adorable smiley face he had drew. Then he thought for a moment. Helping him means talking to him, in school. I can't do that, but I don't wanna be a bad friend. Jack bit his lip. What is he going to do? People will find him weird for talking in class. Others talk, but if Jack talked, everyone would be staring. They only heard him once, and that was in History when he shouted at Alex to stop. He hated himself so much for using his voice in school. He hated himself. He looked down at the paper once more before writing a reply under Alex's writing.
Um, I don't really wanna speak, uh. I really wanna help, but I don't know.
Jack felt like an absolute dickhead as he slid the paper on to Alex's desk. He pulled his hands under the table, starting to scratch at his wrists under his hoodie. He felt like such a prick. He was still triggered by Jason, so that wasn't really helping.
Alex frowned down at the reply. He wondered why talking in school was such a high problem for Jack. Maybe he prefers being mute in school?
It's okay. Hey, do you wanna come 'round today? I don't know, I kinda wanna hang out with you. :) And don't worry about the work, I won't do it; I don't like Maths to be honest.
Alex slid the paper to Jack, smiling at himself. He actually really wanted to get to know Jack. He knows there's no chance to get to know about him while they're in school. Alex only knows a little about Jack, but to Jack, he knows too much. Alex knows about Jack's self-harm, panic attacks, fear of people, and that's too much.
As Jack received the paper and read it, he felt extremely nervous. He's never been around someone else's house before. He wouldn't know what to do, where to sit, where to place his bag. He's fearing Alex's house, but he isn't fearing talking to Alex. He placed his pen to the paper and wrote his reply.
Maybe at the mini~forest we were at last time?
He left out the fact he was scared of Alex's house, and passed the note to Alex. Alex didn't think much if it when he received it, he just shrugged writing a short reply.
Okay. c: Hey, here's some paper for you.
before retrace our steps to the basement door,
I'll ask you if the rain still makes you smile,
Like so much time that we spent in the fall it put color in our cheeks while the air turned cold,
Preceding what became our bitter end.
"Are you okay now?" Alex asked carefully, letting the wind slight push his hair to one side. Jack took a while to answer, but he soon nodded.
"That's good then. Are you ready for Math?" Alex asked. He honestly didn't want to go to Maths, but he had to because, well, that's school. Jack nodded again. Alex smiled lightly,saying an enthusiastic 'Come on then!' at Jack.
~~~
Jack and Alex walked into Maths. Alex handed the teacher the pass Miss had gave him. Mr Rowling, their Maths teacher, wasn't that mad at the boys, seen as Alex had a pass. Both boys were grateful for that. They've been shouted at all day.
They made their way to their seats, Alex being beside Jack, but on the different desk next to him. It's funny how Alex is sat next to Jack in most lessons, but he never really knew his name before. He was glad that he had spoke to Jack that one day, it's nice to have a new friend, for Jack anyway.
~~~
Halfway through lesson, Alex was confused on what he was meant to do, even though he didn't care all that much. He ripped a page out his book as quietly as he could, even though the room was loud enough to not hear it. As you weren't really allowed to talk between desks, Alex decided to write on some paper. After he wrote on the paper, he looked down at it, re-reading what he had wrote. He nodded, folding the paper in four. He looked beside him, seeing Jack sat there, looking down. His pen was beside his book. He looked like he didn't get it either. How was Jack meant to know how to do Maths when he didn't look up at the examples on the board? Alex shrugged, placing the note at Jack's chest so he could see it.
Jack looked down at the note for a second before trying his best to not make that horrible rippling noise with the paper.
This is total bullshit, I don't get any of it. Maths sucks. Help me? Please? c:
Jack smiled down at the cute note, noting the little adorable smiley face he had drew. Then he thought for a moment. Helping him means talking to him, in school. I can't do that, but I don't wanna be a bad friend. Jack bit his lip. What is he going to do? People will find him weird for talking in class. Others talk, but if Jack talked, everyone would be staring. They only heard him once, and that was in History when he shouted at Alex to stop. He hated himself so much for using his voice in school. He hated himself. He looked down at the paper once more before writing a reply under Alex's writing.
Um, I don't really wanna speak, uh. I really wanna help, but I don't know.
Jack felt like an absolute dickhead as he slid the paper on to Alex's desk. He pulled his hands under the table, starting to scratch at his wrists under his hoodie. He felt like such a prick. He was still triggered by Jason, so that wasn't really helping.
Alex frowned down at the reply. He wondered why talking in school was such a high problem for Jack. Maybe he prefers being mute in school?
It's okay. Hey, do you wanna come 'round today? I don't know, I kinda wanna hang out with you. :) And don't worry about the work, I won't do it; I don't like Maths to be honest.
Alex slid the paper to Jack, smiling at himself. He actually really wanted to get to know Jack. He knows there's no chance to get to know about him while they're in school. Alex only knows a little about Jack, but to Jack, he knows too much. Alex knows about Jack's self-harm, panic attacks, fear of people, and that's too much.
As Jack received the paper and read it, he felt extremely nervous. He's never been around someone else's house before. He wouldn't know what to do, where to sit, where to place his bag. He's fearing Alex's house, but he isn't fearing talking to Alex. He placed his pen to the paper and wrote his reply.
Maybe at the mini~forest we were at last time?
He left out the fact he was scared of Alex's house, and passed the note to Alex. Alex didn't think much if it when he received it, he just shrugged writing a short reply.
Okay. c: Hey, here's some paper for you.
Notes
Helloooo, sorry it's short. c: Better than nothing. Eh eh eh. Thanks for reading. Cx
EEP CUTE HAPPY JACK CUTE ANGRY MOTHERLY ALEX YAAASSSSS
9/22/14