Alex's POV

Jack hadn't stepped in school for the rest of the week. I was worried about him, but I was too much of a coward to contact him. He'd kissed me. My best friend, who was a straight boy, had kissed me.
Everything else leading up to the weekend was uneventful. My mind constantly wandered to Jack. I didn't know what to think or how to feel. I sat in the school canteen, poking at my chips with my fork.
"Dude," I spun around to find Rian sitting a bit to close for comfort. I lifted an eyebrow, indicating that he should carry on. "I said, have you seen Jack?"
"No, he erm- hasn't been in all week." I turned back to my plate, picking up and then dropping a few chips.
"I know that...Have you heard from him?" I shook my head, keeping my eyes on my food. Rian sighed, facing our friends again to carry on his previous conversation about the Ravens or music or whatever he happened to be talking about.
"Alex," a calming, yet worried voice towered over me. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, yeah," I snapped myself out of my thoughts, turning to see Jenna stood over me. She seemed genuinely concerned, and I did trust her, but I couldn't tell her. Not yet. Not without talking to Jack first. "I jus-" saved by the bell.

I decided to go back round to Jack's house after school on Friday.

Jack's POV

I'd somehow managed to convince my mum that I'd been ill all week. She most likely didn't believe me, but she knows how much I can't stand school and is pretty cool when it comes to me not wanting to go in. I'd spent the week watching Adventure Time and sleeping mostly. I managed to watch Home Alone 2 or 3 times too. But my mind was always drawn back to Monday. What the hell was I thinking. He hates me, I know he does. Alex hadn't tried calling or texting me once. Why would he Jack, when you practically threw yourself at him.
I opened my third can of dr pepper of the day and sat back of the sofa. I'd only just put Game Of Thrones on when the doorbell rang. I paused the TV and dragged myself to the door, dr pepper still in my hand. I opened the door to find him stood there. Alex.
I bowed my head in shame, hoping to hide my checks which I could feel burning up.
"We need to talk." I nodded, not taking my eyes off of the floor. I swung the door open wider, stepping to the side to allow Alex in. He wandered into the living room. He knew his way round my house like the back of his hand.
"Do you want a drink or anyth-"
"No it's fine, thanks." he cut my off, standing awkwardly in front of the TV. I swung my feet and kept my arms behind my back, waiting for him to say something. We stood in the uncomfortable silence for at least 2 minutes before he began to talk.
"Jack, what happened on Monda- I mean, why?"
"I'm sorry A-Alex." my voice shook along with the rest of my body.
"You're not...gay though," I made eye contact with Alex for the first time. "are you?"
"I don't know. I mean, no. I don't think so."
"I have a girlfriend Jay..."
"No I know, I don't know what I was doing Alex, I just...I don't know." We stood, silent once again. I wanted to tell him how I was feeling, I just couldn't. The silence was broken by the front door opening and closing and my mum walking in on us.
"Alex dear, lovely to see you! Will you be staying for dinner?" my mum asked, carrying two heavy looking shopping bags.
"Oh no thanks Joyce, I was just going." he gave me a stern look before pushing past me and heading out the door. I fell back onto the sofa. I was hurting, I was really really hurting.

Notes

Bit of drama, not much I know but bare with me.

Thank you so much for reading!

Lucy x