My Only One (Jalex)

Jack's POV:

I'd zoned out on what Mr Gaskarth was saying to me. I was sat in his dull office, staring down at my hands in my lap, singing Blink-182 in my head. His voice droned out about behaviour or something like that, saying that I needed to improve on that and focus on not getting expelled or some shit like that. I honestly don't care: it's not like I'm going to get anywhere in life. I don't see the point in educating lost causes and, unfortunately for me, I'm one of them.

It's hard being a 17 year old that doesn't fit in, no matter where you go. It's something that I've always wanted to do but it never seems to happen. Yeah, I may have blonde in my hair and I may like slightly heavier music than most but does that give the right for people to bully me? No. The only reason why I'd gotten expelled from my previous schools is because I got sick of the constant name-calling, the constant physical and mental onslaught that I had to go through each day. Take my last school, for example. They expelled me for the same reason that all of my other previous schools had: fighting. The thing is, I was always the one to be accused of causing the fight, yet no one stopped to think that maybe I was the victim in all of it. Every other school I've been in told the same tale. I'd make a friend, I'd let them in and tell them my deepest secrets and then as soon as they had that valuable information, they used it against me. I don't trust anyone now apart from my mom but it's a shame that both her and I get constantly abused by my father.

"Mr Barakat, are you even listening?"
My head snapped up, Mr Gaskarth's voice dragging me out of my thoughts.
"No. No point in listening anyway. You'll just spout the same bullshit as every other teacher."
"Watch your language, Jack. If I'm going to say exactly the same as every other teacher then why don't you tell me what I was going to say?"
"Behaviour has to improve, we don't tolerate fighting, you must knuckle down, don't fuck in the toilets and you must pass your classes. There. It's like it's all off a fucking script."
"Language, again! Well, as you seem to know my so-called script so well, why don't we just cut to the chase and get to why you've been expelled from your previous schools then?"
"Fighting."
"Is that it?"
"Yep."
"And I'm guessing you caused the fights?"
"According to the teachers, yes. In my eyes, no."
"Care to elaborate, Mr Barakat?"
"No. Why should I? I don't even know you!"
I stood up, the chair scooting backwards on the carpeted floor. My fists were balled in anger as I paced back and forth in front of Mr Gaskarth's desk.
"Jack, sit down. We can talk about this rationally then."
My anger flared once more, my temper hitting its limit.
"NO! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ME!"
"I'd appreciate it, Jack, if you would take a seat and then we can talk. I'd also appreciate it if you didn't raise your voice at me. It's your first day and, as of right now, I'm not getting a very good impression."
"Why should I sit down? So you can tell me that you can 'help me' and that you're 'there for me'? No! It's bullshit and I'm not standing for it. Not any more."
"I can help you, Jack. I'm only 24, so it's not even like I'm some strict 60 year old, grey-haired man that smells of whiskey and stale cigarette smoke."
"You're unbelievable, you are." My voice taking on a bitter tone of humour.
"Sit down, Jack. I can only help you if you let me."
"No. Fuck this, I'm out of here."
I grabbed my bag from off the floor and stormed out of Mr Gaskarth's office, slamming the door behind me.

I did feel bad for blowing up on him like that, but what do you expect? I've been spouted the same crap each and every time I've started a new school and they never actually follow up what they promise to do. I don't need their help. I'm okay on my own.

I continued to wander the corridors on my own, making note of where each department was and how I got there. I wandered till a second bell sounded, a surge of students pouring out every door around not seconds afterwards. I kind of got a little disorientated but I soon figured it out and I just followed the main flow of students. As of yet, I didn't know my timetable or my locker number so I was kind of just randomly walking about. I pulled out my phone and started flicking through my twitter feed, retweeting a few tweets here and there. I wasn't really looking where I was going, so I didn't see the tall, well-built guy with extremely white teeth walk towards me, his head down too. We crashed into each other, both of us landing on the dirty floor with a thump.
"Sorry, bro. Didn't see you there."
The tall, white-toothed guy stuck his hand out for me to grab after he had stood up from the floor. I grabbed his hand and hauled myself up, easily with his strength.
"I'm Rian."
"Jack."
"Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Me neither, don't sweat it."
"Are you new or something? I've never seen you around."
"Uhm yeah but I've kind of already pissed off the head and I don't know my timetable or my locker number so, kind of fucked myself over there."
"Oh, Mr Gaskarth? My brother went to school with him. Apparently he's gay...and also a bit of a dick. Don't worry about him, he won't last long. Come with me, I'll get your timetable and stuff and you're more than welcome to come and hang with me and my friends."
"Thanks, man."
"No worries."
I followed Rian off to wherever he was heading, the school office, I presume.

-

"Right, so this is Cass, my girlfriend. To your right is Matt and then this is Oli."
Rian introduced me to his friends. Cass was stunningly beautiful, with long brown hair flowing in gentle waves. Matt seemed quiet but greeted me nonetheless, chewing on his lip right whenever he wasn't speaking. Oli had a strong British accent and had a few tattoos with brown hair that framed his face.
"Hey, I'm Jack."
Oli, Matt and Cass all waved at me and muttered small 'hi's. They all seemed nice enough and I was glad that I'd at least have some friends, whether I trusted them or not. We were all sat around a circular table in the canteen, lunch time in full swing. We were all making small conversation, getting to know each other a little more along the way.

The bell sounded, signalling the end of lunch time and the start of the last period of the day.
"What do you have last, Jack?"
I pulled my already crumpled timetable from my bag and found the day and period that we were on.
"Um, music with...please don't tell me that it's with who I think it's with?"
Rian looked at my timetable over my shoulder. I heard him stifle a snigger.
"Well, there's only one A. Gaskarth, Jack. Good luck. I've got music now, too, but it's with Mr Fuentes. Sorry, dude. Maybe he'll be different."
"I don't think so."
Rian pulled me off in the direction of the music rooms, me reluctantly dragging my feet behind me. Rian shoved me into a door after a girl with blonde hair with blue at the tips. Before I could register what was going on, a familiar voice echoed off the walls of the room.
"Right, no seating plan. Just sit wherever."
I turned to see Mr Gaskarth perch upon the desk with his legs crossed, the sunlight bouncing off his face, making him seem slightly angelic. Um, Jack? Stop that. I snapped out of my gaze and slunk towards the back of the class to an empty desk that sat in the corner but a voice stopped me in my tracks.
"Ahh, Mr Barakat, I was wondering if you'd grace us with your presence. Would you be so kind as to follow me outside for a second?"
I groaned but dragged myself back out of the classroom.

"I see that you got your timetable. Just to let you know, Jack, you'll be staying with me after school for an hour for a detention."
"What?! No! You can't do that!"
"I can. I rang home too, so I have your father's permission. So, actually, yes, I can do that."
I froze once I heard the mention of my father. My hands started to clam up, my head spinning slightly. The world went silent and all I could hear was the thumping of my heart in my chest. White spots clouded my vision. I could just about make out Mr Gaskarth yelling at me, but all I could see was a blur of a man in front of me. I felt his hands on my shoulders as my vision started to turn grey around the edges, the surfaces of everything going blurry. I felt like I had a thousand drums banging in my head as it was spinning. I felt my legs give from underneath me as my vision completely turned to black, my limp body falling to the ground.

Notes

Hey,
Second update for tonight. That'll be it for tonight because Metallica are headlining Glastonbury tonight so I'm having a mini concert in my room. Woo.

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