Some Days Feel Like Razorblades

Jack POV

I walked into my old high school not at all ready for my first day as a music theory teacher. As I set my room up for the next year I had a hard time figuring out where everything would go. I hung up the Band quotes, from Blink, green day, Mariana's trench, up around the room and set up the two electric pianos in the back of the room . The first bell of the day rang and my students piled in.
"Sit wherever you want. I don't care" I gazed over the class
It's weird that only 6 years ago I was a senior sitting in the same class with my boring ass Psych teacher. I never thought I would be back here but after the superintendent contacted my colleges music program looking for theory teachers, I got the job. I was dressed down for a teacher on the first day, skinny jeans, purple v-neck, and black cardigan with the sleeves rolled down.
"I'm Mr. Barakat, but that makes me sound old so you can call me jack, barakat, yo teach, anything but barakitty because that sounds like a pornstar name." Some kids laughed
"If no one is allergic to anything you can eat whatever you want and nothing but water. You can swear because I swear and I don't give homework and if we are done with a lesson you guys can do whatever." I concluded
"So can I fuck a bitch in my free time" a voice piped up from the back
"you can not fuck bitches in your free time." I laughed
"Come on" he whined
"You play guitar?" Someone asked from the back
"Yeah. Been playing since I was a freshman" I responded taking my mint green Gibson off the wall hanger
"You any good" someone piped up
"I was in a band when I was your age. Never went anywhere but it was something" I strummed a few chords then spoke again
"I have nothing else to do for the rest of the hour so you guys can do whatever till the bell sounds.
"Mind if I play guitar" Someone asked from the middle of the class
"Go ahead, Gaskarth? Right?" I asked sitting in my spinny chair at my desk
"In the flesh. You've probably heard of me. The teachers here loooove me" he chucked
He got up and sat on the top of his desk and pulled out a guitar from the side of him
"Anyone have a song suggestion" he asked
"Something blink" I piped up from my desk
"For an old fogie you got good taste" he laughed
"Hey gayskank watch it I'm only six years older then you" I shot back
"You're the one who should be watching it baraslut wouldn't want you to break a hip." He giggled
"Just shut up and play something already." I sneered playfully
After alex played blink like I asked he spoke out
"You said you were in a band. How about you play something"
"Nah I'm good. Wouldn't want to lower your self esteem by my amazing skills." I smiled
"Grab your guitar and get your ass over here" he laughed
"Acoustic or electric" I asked
"Acoustic. It will be fair. You got a capo?"
"I have a drawer full of different capos" I pulled one out and grabbed my guitar
"Oh great so you can lend me one. I forgot mine at home" I rolled my eyes
"Fine. Give it back to me at the end of the day" I threw it at him hitting him on the leg
"Hey" he whined rubbing his leg
"Whimp" I giggled
I sat on the desk across from and plucked my strings as I tuned them. I started playing green day American idiot. He soon caught the tune and played as well. For the next 20 minutes we went back and forth playing songs we both knew. At the end of the hour I pulled alex aside.
"Come see me at the end of the day punk" I said
"Maybe" he replied
And he went on his way. Off to his next class. I was left there thinking about him as my next hour class came in the door. I repeated my directions to the small group of students who decided to take theory. Most of the kids were band or choir members. The kids were all cool. I was a lucky teacher to have only three classes a day and the rest of the day was planning hours and stuff like that. I only had classes during first, third, and eighth. At the end of the day as my last class left I picked up my guitar. I have been having an okay day but I still felt empty. I started playing jimmy eat world hear you me. This song was the ultimate sad day song in my opinion. Blinks Adams song was a I feel nothing and I want to sleep song. I sang the chorus and started to feel better as I finished I wiped my eyes and put my guitar down on the stand.
"You're a really good singer" I jumped at the voice
"How long have you been there" I asked hesitantly
"First chorus" he shrugged as he walked in
"Great" I sighed
"This seat taken?" Alex asked pointing to the other rolling chair
"it's all yours" I pulled it over
"So what's with the sad song" he sat down pulling his knees onto the chair
"Why should I have to explain myself to a kid" I asked
"because you are holding it in and you want to let it out but you don't want people to think you're weak"
Is this kid a mind reader or what
"Okay yes I am depressed. It's just one of my bad days" I shrugged
"Depressions a bitch isn't it" he laughed
"How would you know" I countered
"I hide it well" he half smiled
"No. Poor popular buy is sad" I whined playfully
"You know depression is nothing to joke about" alex jabbed my side
"Hey no touchy touchy" I stuck my finger in his face
"I'll touchy touchy all I want" he jabbed my side two more times making me jump in my seat
"Oh so you wouldn't mind mind if I jab your sides" and so I did
After a few more jabs he was almost on the floor laughing his ass off. He got up and sat down and I noticed his shirt was pulled up by his side and I saw a large cluster of deep red lines. Scabbed cuts.
"You're shirts pulled up" I told alex
"Shit shit. Fuck." He whispered as he forcefully pulled his shirt down
"I'm sorry Jack but I have to go. My parents will be worried" he got up and left my room with all his stuff accept his book bag. I left it on my shelf and left school.

Notes

New story. 100 views and i'll post the second chapter