Loverboy
Complete
ALEX'S POV
'Party tonight!' shouted Evan from down the corridor. I was soon faced with him and various other members of the football team.
'Did you get an invite?' he asked.
'Nope,' I laughed, covering my mouth with my hand.
We all shared a laugh before carrying on down the hall. I hated walking in such a big group, everyone moved out the way as if we were kings. I was fed up of being a king. There was so much pressure to look good, to be good at sports and to get girls. I just wanted to admit that I didn't like girls with no respect and music with no meaning. It just wasn't me, it never really was. My daydream was interrupted by some girl being slammed off the lockers by Evan.
'You got my homework?' he hissed, spitting in her face. She nodded a little.
'Good girl, Maggie.' he grinned, releasing his grip and allowing her to fall.
This was another reason not to be a part of this group. I didn't want to hurt anyone just so they'd do homework for me, that wasn't right.
'Give it over, then.' demanded Evan.
As he towered over the shaky girl rumaging through her bag, her face became full of shock. 'I- I can't' she mumbled, searching harder.
At that moment, the lanky boy from the cinema approached us all.
'What's going on?' he asked, looking confused.
'She's lost my homework,' states Evan, a hint of anger in his tone.
''Your' homework,' said the boy, grinning a little as he knelt down next to her. Shit, this guy has guts.
Mark stepped on front me; 'Yea, his.'
All of a sudden, the boy stood up. Mark sized him up for a spilt second before punching the boy in the face which sent him falling back against the lockers. The boy shook it off, brave, and then returned the hit. Mark stumbled back into me. I didn't know what to do. Due to the fact I was part of Matt's group I was suppose to punch this guy, but I didn't want to. I looked up and into his big brown eyes that seemed ready for the next blow to come his way.
'Evan, just leave it.' What was I saying? I sneakily took a glance back at the boy as I turned my gaze to Evan.
Furious, he kicked the locker before signalling us all to follow behind him. I turned to the tall, bloody boy and mouthed 'brave' before joining the back of group. The boy gave what seemed like a genuine smile and bit his lip before lifting what I assumed was his girlfriend off the floor.
During lunch, I began to quiz the guys about who the boy was.
'Jack, um...' began one, another finishing; 'Barakat, I think.'
I nodded and left it at that, not wanting to seem too eager.
JACK'S POV
The bell sounded, signalling the end of last period. I sighed at the pain in my left cheek as I dragged my feet out of class. I got off school grounds and put in my earphones, turning blink-182 up. I passed various couples which made my heart hurt a little, I wanted someone to love. I watched them hold one another lovingly as I kicked the leaves at my feet.
To: Maggie
Hope you're okay.
Without warning, I found myself walking into someone. I threw my head up and realised it was some of the boys from the hall. I scanned their faces, stopping once I reached Alex.
'Think you're so hard?' said Evan, taking a step in my direction.
'No, just a good friend.' I replied, my tone lacking any emotion.
'She's not your girlfriend?' blurted Alex who looked as shocked as I was at what he said. A few of the boys gave him and odd look.
Matt then threw his clenched fist into my stomach. I fell and moaned in pain, wrapping my arms around myself. Evan the kicked me and another guy - Dylan, I think - did the same shortly after. They howled insults as they left me on the cold ground, crippled with pain.
ALEX'S POV
As we continued down the street, I couldn't believe what I asked Jack. Why did I even care? I felt incredibly guilty about leaving him, more so than I ever have about leaving anyone who the guy's have hurt. The thoughts clouding my head, I decided to clear it by going back. I made up a lie about needing to go to a family friends house and retraced my steps to where I found a hurt Jack sitting on the pavement.
'I, uh, are you okay?'
'Mhmm.' he replied bluntly.
I took a seat next him, closer than I expected myself to sit. Before I realised what I was doing, my hand was on his knee. My thumbs rubbed against his black jeans and, unexpectedly, butterflies filled me stomach.
His attention turned to my hand and he followed it up to my face. His big brown eyes gazed into mine, taking my breathe away. Mentally gasping for air, I needed to releave myself. All of a sudden I found myself leaning closer to his face, my lips lightly pressing against his. I am gay? It all made sense. I finally understood why nothing felt right with girls. Finally, I felt complete.
Coming to the realisation that Jack might not be gay too, I pulled away. I focused my eyes on the floor, nervous as to what followed.
He let out a small giggle and then pressed his tender lips against my cheek. I turned my head and he found my lips again. His hands were around my hips and mine became entangled in his hair. The kiss became more passionate, our grip on each other becoming more intense.
He pushed me away slightly; We probably shouldn't be doing this on the street.'
I smiled and took another nibble of his lips before standing and, with his hand entertwined with mine, walked down the street.
'Party tonight!' shouted Evan from down the corridor. I was soon faced with him and various other members of the football team.
'Did you get an invite?' he asked.
'Nope,' I laughed, covering my mouth with my hand.
We all shared a laugh before carrying on down the hall. I hated walking in such a big group, everyone moved out the way as if we were kings. I was fed up of being a king. There was so much pressure to look good, to be good at sports and to get girls. I just wanted to admit that I didn't like girls with no respect and music with no meaning. It just wasn't me, it never really was. My daydream was interrupted by some girl being slammed off the lockers by Evan.
'You got my homework?' he hissed, spitting in her face. She nodded a little.
'Good girl, Maggie.' he grinned, releasing his grip and allowing her to fall.
This was another reason not to be a part of this group. I didn't want to hurt anyone just so they'd do homework for me, that wasn't right.
'Give it over, then.' demanded Evan.
As he towered over the shaky girl rumaging through her bag, her face became full of shock. 'I- I can't' she mumbled, searching harder.
At that moment, the lanky boy from the cinema approached us all.
'What's going on?' he asked, looking confused.
'She's lost my homework,' states Evan, a hint of anger in his tone.
''Your' homework,' said the boy, grinning a little as he knelt down next to her. Shit, this guy has guts.
Mark stepped on front me; 'Yea, his.'
All of a sudden, the boy stood up. Mark sized him up for a spilt second before punching the boy in the face which sent him falling back against the lockers. The boy shook it off, brave, and then returned the hit. Mark stumbled back into me. I didn't know what to do. Due to the fact I was part of Matt's group I was suppose to punch this guy, but I didn't want to. I looked up and into his big brown eyes that seemed ready for the next blow to come his way.
'Evan, just leave it.' What was I saying? I sneakily took a glance back at the boy as I turned my gaze to Evan.
Furious, he kicked the locker before signalling us all to follow behind him. I turned to the tall, bloody boy and mouthed 'brave' before joining the back of group. The boy gave what seemed like a genuine smile and bit his lip before lifting what I assumed was his girlfriend off the floor.
During lunch, I began to quiz the guys about who the boy was.
'Jack, um...' began one, another finishing; 'Barakat, I think.'
I nodded and left it at that, not wanting to seem too eager.
JACK'S POV
The bell sounded, signalling the end of last period. I sighed at the pain in my left cheek as I dragged my feet out of class. I got off school grounds and put in my earphones, turning blink-182 up. I passed various couples which made my heart hurt a little, I wanted someone to love. I watched them hold one another lovingly as I kicked the leaves at my feet.
To: Maggie
Hope you're okay.
Without warning, I found myself walking into someone. I threw my head up and realised it was some of the boys from the hall. I scanned their faces, stopping once I reached Alex.
'Think you're so hard?' said Evan, taking a step in my direction.
'No, just a good friend.' I replied, my tone lacking any emotion.
'She's not your girlfriend?' blurted Alex who looked as shocked as I was at what he said. A few of the boys gave him and odd look.
Matt then threw his clenched fist into my stomach. I fell and moaned in pain, wrapping my arms around myself. Evan the kicked me and another guy - Dylan, I think - did the same shortly after. They howled insults as they left me on the cold ground, crippled with pain.
ALEX'S POV
As we continued down the street, I couldn't believe what I asked Jack. Why did I even care? I felt incredibly guilty about leaving him, more so than I ever have about leaving anyone who the guy's have hurt. The thoughts clouding my head, I decided to clear it by going back. I made up a lie about needing to go to a family friends house and retraced my steps to where I found a hurt Jack sitting on the pavement.
'I, uh, are you okay?'
'Mhmm.' he replied bluntly.
I took a seat next him, closer than I expected myself to sit. Before I realised what I was doing, my hand was on his knee. My thumbs rubbed against his black jeans and, unexpectedly, butterflies filled me stomach.
His attention turned to my hand and he followed it up to my face. His big brown eyes gazed into mine, taking my breathe away. Mentally gasping for air, I needed to releave myself. All of a sudden I found myself leaning closer to his face, my lips lightly pressing against his. I am gay? It all made sense. I finally understood why nothing felt right with girls. Finally, I felt complete.
Coming to the realisation that Jack might not be gay too, I pulled away. I focused my eyes on the floor, nervous as to what followed.
He let out a small giggle and then pressed his tender lips against my cheek. I turned my head and he found my lips again. His hands were around my hips and mine became entangled in his hair. The kiss became more passionate, our grip on each other becoming more intense.
He pushed me away slightly; We probably shouldn't be doing this on the street.'
I smiled and took another nibble of his lips before standing and, with his hand entertwined with mine, walked down the street.
yes sequel Ima go read it now :D <3
5/18/13