Beat It

I was sitting on the roof listening to Bleed American, a Jimmy Eat World CD, and writing in my journal. The is where I go at my weakest. Mrs. Pam told me to write when I’m angry and right now I could rip a tree out of the dirt and throw it at the Hulk. Needless to say, I’m in the ‘red zone’, as she likes to say. Too much of myself gets exposed.
Flyzik, Rian, and Zack all went out and left Alex and I hear in hopes of us finding a way to get along. So far the only thing we’ve managed to do is throw a bunch of pillows and other soft objects at one another because we don’t want to leave bruises on the other person. We know better than to do that.

Alex hasn’t tried aggravating me since I told him to suck me off. He thinks that I was being homophobic and now he’s convinced that I hate gay people. No, you’ve got me wrong. I don’t really care. If he wants to think that, I’ll let him this that.

I heard the volume go down and shuffled footsteps on the roof, meaning Alex was climbing out. Or it could be an ax murderer and Alex is dead. I’d rather take the latter of the two.

I sigh in defeat when I see long skinny legs stretch out beside me. It’s not a murderer here to kill me and my foster family. I put my pen in the fold of the journal and close it. I sit it down beside me before pulling my legs closer to my chest and folding my arms around them. I rest my head on my legs, my face looking towards Alex.

“I really don’t like not getting along with you,” Alex admits, running his hand across his face. “I mean, I get that your homophobic but-” Cast your stones, cast your judgement.

“Alex, I’m gay,” I say, cutting him off. I reserve my right to feel uncomfortable. His jaw drops.

“What?” Alex looks completely baffled by my bluntness.

“I am gay. Jesus, do I have to spell it out for you?”I grumbled, lifting my head off my arms. “I don’t know why you think that I hate gay people because I told you to suck me off.”

“So you really want me to?”

“No. I don’t fuck bottoms as stubborn as you,” I scoff, stretching my legs out beside his.

“How do you know I’m a bottom?”

“Alex, if you’re a top then pigs can fly.”

“That was harsh.”

“No, that was honesty. Don’t get the two mixed up. You’ll get nowhere in life if you do,” I snap. I let out a deep breath and put my arms behind me for leverage. You missed the point.

We sat in silence after that. Bleed American was on repeat in the back ground, Alex hadn’t made a move to grab the earbuds that hang around his neck, and it was peaceful. If every time I was around this boy was like this I might’ve fallen in love with him by now.

“This is nice,” he says, interrupting the silence.

“Yeah,” I nod and stare out at the tree. If I got a good running start I could probably grab ahold of one of the limbs and climb it. I’ll close the distance.

I hear my stereo cut off and turn around. You lost your nerve. For a split second I thought it was the ax murderer I was daydreaming about earlier when Alex came out here. It was just Flyzik, though.

He gave me a funny look as he stuck his head out the window. “Why the hell are you two on the roof?” Flyzik questions.

“It’s peaceful,” I shrug and smile at him.

“Whatever. I can see Alex is in one piece so I guess you two are getting along?” Flyzik leans on to windowsill.

“I mean, I guess. He’s not my favorite person but I can deal,” I say honestly, angrily disregarding the slap on the thigh I got from the lanky boy beside me. I’ll hit him back later.

“Be nice, Jack,” Flyzik urges.

“If I were nice the world would turn upside down,” I state and grab my journal before going toward my window to get inside.

Flyzik laughs hesitantly and nods a bit. He backs out of the window while saying, “you’re probably right.”

“I know I am.”

He rolls his eyes and starts for the door. “Don’t hit Alex. Alex, if Jack hits you I want you to hit him in the dick.”

I turn around and look at Alex who I just noticed had followed me into the room. “Don’t teach him cheap shots! That’s so unfair,” I pout, covering my man parts up with my journal.

“Don’t hit him in the face and I wont have to,” Flyzik shrugs like it’s fair game.

“I’ve never hit him in the face! I may have wanted to but I never acted on it!”

“Jack, I’m right here,” Alex adds.

“Shut up. I know,” I dismiss him and turn back to Flyzik.

“Don’t give me a reason to believe you have.”

“I haven’t. We just yell and throw pillows,” I defend myself and Alex. He may annoy me but hell, I don’t want Flyzik thinking I bully him. “It’s not like I bully him. We have a mutual dislike for the other person. Right?” I ask Alex.

“That’s very true,” Alex nods.

“Don’t kill each other, please?”

“Fine,” I mumble.

“No promises,” Alex notes.

Flyzik shakes his head and leaves the room, mumbling something about us not being compatible. I don’t know nor do I care. I take out my Jimmy Eat World CD and put in my Sublime self titled CD. Alex sat on his bed and plugged in his earbuds, turning up the volume as loud as it could go. I roll my eyes before putting my cases back in the rack. I don’t know how longs it’s going to take for that boy to realize that the last thing I want to do is be friends with him but the sooner it comes the better.

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