It was the start of Alex's second week at his new school. He was sitting in his normal spot for English, in which spot he'd been sitting in for the entire week before and in which spot he'd planned on sitting in for the rest of the year. That's when a looming figure leant over his desk.

"Oi, faggot. That's my seat! Move your fat, shitty arse before I move it for you!" He looked up to see a tall, skinny-but-not-anorexic guy leaning overhim. His messy, skunk-like (deep brown and blonde spiked) hair was falling over his face and he had his eyebrow raised in a cocky kinda way that suggested arrogance and too much self-confidence. Alex gulped slightly. This guy was hot. In a cocky bastard sort of way... He had dark eyes that Alex knew he'd grow to hate, however beautiful they were.

"I said, move it, faggot!" Alex quickly grabbed his stuff and leapt from his seat to the last remaining desk at the back. He could hear the class sniggering at him already.

"Nice one, Jack!" Alex heard the douchebag with the muscles, otherwise known as Zack , say in a loud whisper.

"Yeah. He won't be sitting in your seat again that's for sure!" Another dickhead said. Rian. That was his name. Another member of Jack's clan. He sighed. As if a school could suddenly turn on someone it hadn't even know had existed just from one little incident with a fucktard like that! He rolled his eyes and brushed the situation aimlessly from his mind. The teacher entered and the class began. Finally, Alex could submerge himself into the works of Shakespeare. Someone just give him the gun already!


The first few lessons of that day went past fairly quickly, no hassle. Alex had already assumed that Jack had been 'ill' for the past week, explaining his lack of knowledge of Alex's existence. He quickly shuffled to his locker to swap books for his next lessons, before making his way to the field. It was a warm spring so Alex thought he'd take the opportunity to make the most of the heat before the summer heat wave got oo hot. He spotted his usual tree at the furthest edge of the field that he'd been sitting at since he'd started. Hopefully Jack won't nick this spot either, Alex thought, as he dumped his stuff on a low branch and clambered up into the foliage. It was cool in the shade, a welcome retreat from the blazing sun after the walk from the school building. He sat on his usual branch and ate his usual lunch before leaning back and relaxing in the quiet air. Alex let out a breath. It was nice to just calm down before having to face the mammoth task of actual work again. As another slight gust of wind blew his hair and the surrounding leaves, Alex's mind wondered onto the topic of Mr Jack Barakat. He didn't know what he'd done to the guy! All he'd done was sit in his usual seat! Alex guessed that Jack just hadn't known that Alex had claimed that seat until he'd returned from his bout of 'sickness'. He shook his head to remove the thought of Jack and closed his eyes for a brief moment.


When his eyes fluttered opened again, the wind had stopped. And it was noisy as hell. Alex looked down from his high position in the tree onto Zack, Rian and, you guessed it, Jack. He smirked up with a grin that would make the hearts of the majority of the female students skip. Including Alex's, of course. In Jack's hands, he held Alex's rucksack and a book. His lyric book. Alex's eyes opened wider and Jack's smirk grew.

"Looking for something, faggot?" Jack teased, a worryingly devilish look in his eyes. His clan giggled like the school girls they were.

"Give that back!" Alex yelled with little force or threat behind it. A feeble attempt at a comeback. The laughter grew louder. Jack pulled an expression that could only be described as mock shock or surprise.

"Does the little dickhead want his book back? Awww. Poor little fucktard." He pushed the book back into Alex's bag and slung it over his shoulder.

"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it? I'm gonna keep it. Might find something interesting in your little book, faggot." He smirked again. They walked away, laughing and joking about Alex's reaction to the lose of his book. As he watched them walk away, realisation of what had just happened dawned on him. They didn't realise how much of Alex's life was in that book. All his feelings and reactions to things were written in song format in that book. That book was his life. Alex slammed the back of his head against the trunk of the tree and sank his teeth into his bottom lip. Damn them and their stupid arrogance! Then the noise suddenly stopped. Lunch was over. And Alex was definitely going to get a detention without his books.

Notes

hi to whoever is reading this
this is my first Jalex fic so I'm sorry if it's shit
criticism is very welcome
feel free to slate this as long as you let me know where to improve
thank you so much for reading :D
love
Abby
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