Truth

Alex Gaskarth is his name. Nineteen going on twenty years old and held back twice from his senior year of high school. He isn't unintelligent, no - it's just the lack of effort that is put forward. Trust me, I would know. I've had him both of the years that he was held back.

My name is Jack, by the way. Jack Barakat. I graduated from high school at the age of 17 and got out of college at 22. I've always wanted to be a high school teacher. I don't know what it was about the career that made it so undoubtedly appealing, but there has always been a voice at the back of my head telling me that I should be the one at the front of the classroom teaching a slightly younger generation. Not young enough to cause me to slam my head into walls, but young enough to give me authority; even if it was a small amount.

I officially got the job as a high school teacher two days after I graduated, and the school year started five days later. I taught mostly seniors, but could easily teach anyone from any grade given their academic level. It just so happens that Alex Gaskarth ended up being one of my many senior students the first year I taught. He stood out because he horrifically failed my class, of course. But it just so happened that he failed it the year after, as well. That's how I got to know him so well.

Realistically, I think he's scared. Scared of life after high school and what his undecided future has in store for him. He may be untouchable, but he's far too easy to read. As someone who has a degree in psychology, I think it's safe to say that his suave exterior hasn't dictated his actual personality yet. However, Mr. Gaskarth is the personification of heartbreak, and I think that's his main downfall.

Oh, I've heard all about it. At least five times each semester there will be a girl crying in the hallways, or even in my classroom, hiccuping and sobbing about how Alex Gaskarth broke up with me, and I don't even know what I did wrong.

It's like a routine. The poor, young girls he so happens to be with at any given time will act as a distraction from graduation; but everyone gets bored of things that they have no interest in. It's fate for every single one of his relationships, and it surprises me that the people he dates actually believe that it will last. I'm sure he tells them it will, otherwise anyone with some common sense wouldn't even attempt to become romantically involved with a guy who sees so many people.

This isn't something I should be talking about so openly. I'm a high school teacher, and I try my hardest to be as business-like as possible; so I'll just cut straight to the chase.

This is going to be my third year in a row having Alex Gaskarth in my Introduction to Psychology class, and I'm determined to break his act.

Notes

Wooo new chaptered fic!!

Chapters (which, might I add, will be much longer than the prologue) will most likely be third person pov. First person pov just felt right for the prologue. Just so no one is thrown off later.

Oh and I dunno if anyone is unsure of how American high schools work, but there's four years starting at 9th and ending at 12th grade/level. The order is freshman, sophomore, junior, then senior. Most of you are probs like duh but I didn't want to leave anybody confused.

Feedback is super duper appreciated and makes me very happy and makes me want to update faster. Thanks for reading!!