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Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous

Chapter 4

Jack:
Two hours. I waited two hours after school and still nothing. I checked my phone again, but had no new messages. Maybe he's busy. I gave it another half hour, but still nothing. I couldn't believe Alex hadn't texted me yet. What was so important he couldn't take ten seconds of his life to send a “hey” to me like I asked?

I took a deep breath. Keep your cool, man. It's just a text. However, I would have waited all night for him to text me. No one would be happy about that in the morning. Finally, after what had become three hours I decided to just text him first.

Lexyyy you're ruining my rep here. I told you to text meee :(“

My foot tapped the ground, anxiously. I stared at the black screen willing it to light up and tell me I had a message. My clock ticked sluggishly on the wall. What was taking him so long, anyway? What if he doesn't answer? I almost laughed. Why shouldn't he answer? Of course he would answer. I'm Jack Barakat, nobody ignores me. My fingers began drumming out a beat. The clock seemed to be slowing with each second. That might need new batteries. Though, I thought that I remembered replacing them just a week beforehand. Maybe he's just typing a really long message. That had to be it. He wouldn't ignore me.

I nearly screamed in surprise when my phone vibrated in my hands, but it was gone instantly. Boom, fuck yeah I have a new message, bitch. I unlocked my phone in record time, but could only stare at it once it was open.

Problem?
I felt all of my teeth as they ground against each other. Fuck yeah we have a problem! You fucking prick, you took ten minutes to type that? I blew out a breath and rolled my shoulders. Keep it cool, Jack. Find your cool. I couldn't really tell why I was getting so worked up over this. I assumed it was because I wasn't used to this. To Alex, I was just some guy. Some guy that he'd just met that day. Come to think of it, texting me was probably not at the top of his to-do list. Whatever.

That emotional roller coaster had taken all of five seconds. My reply was sent within twenty. “Obviously! I need my street cred to stay in tact! If you're not going to let me ravish you at least play along.

I waited, and waited. I went downstairs to get a glass of water, then came back and waited some more. Alex replied in a record time of eight minutes. “Who said I wasn't letting you ravish me? I had to leave my boyfriend to move so lord knows I haven't gotten any in weeks. See you tomorrow 'Jacky'”

I choked on my water, and spent the next five minutes trying to hack it from my lungs. This boy never failed to surprise me.

Alex:

I was not in a good mood.

I couldn't sleep all night, I woke up for the fourth time around two AM with a throbbing headache, and woke up two more times before finally dragging myself out of bed at six-thirty. My headache hadn't fully passed, and I was fucking exhausted. Needless to say, I walked into school that morning slightly cranky. The giant group of people surrounding my locker didn't make it any better.

“Would you all kindly fuck off?” I growled. Man did I get some looks for that, but I didn't even really have the energy to care. It got them all to move.

Well, all but one. “G'morning, Lexy.”

Oh christ, just what I needed. I didn't even spare him a glance. “You can fuck off too, it was an open invitation.”

“The only thing I'll be fucking is you,” he purred.

I wasn't even in the mood to play along with his banter today. “No, Jack, not even in your dreams.”

He jumped as I slammed my locker. “Well, someone's in a bad mood. What's got you so stressed, cutie?”

He followed close to my side as I made my way to homeroom. “You.”

He chuckled and slung his arm around my neck. “Now I doubt that. Want me to rub your shoulders?”
“Get off me.”

“Oh c'mon, I'll even get you off in the janitor's closet. Loosen up, Lex-”

“I said to get the fuck off me,” I snarled tossing his arm back down to his side.

His eyes were wide for a moment, but he collected himself quickly. His hands clasped behind his back. “What's you're issue this morning?”

You. You keep touching me, even though it's fucking obvious what a socially awkward fucking anxious mess I am and that it literally makes me want to punch you. Plus, you never fucking shut up!”

His eyes dropped to the ground. “Oh,” he kept his eyes fixed down as his heal scuffed the floor. “I'll see you in history,” he murmured before disappearing quickly down the hall.

I was still fuming and my head was throbbing when I walked in the room. Most of those who were there watched me as I stormed to my seat. It wasn't until five minutes into first period that I started to calm down. I began to feel a little bad for the way I snapped at Jack. He hadn't really done anything too wrong. By the time I got to history, my head was pounding and I felt guilty as all hell. I was sure from the way he looked to the way he ran off I had hurt his feelings, and I felt miserable about it.

Jack scuttled in seconds before the bell and sat without making eye contact with anyone. He spent the class playing with the strings on his hoodie. When the bell rang he stood, but waited. I had expected him to run off and avoid contact with me at all costs, but he just stood there, staring at the floor.

When he realized I was just standing there, he slowly lifted his eyes up. When he saw my confusion I thought I saw Jack Barakat turn a light shade of pink before looking to the side. “Well, I'm not just going to make you sit alone at lunch,” he mumbled.

I smiled as we started walking. He wasn't too bad of a guy. I didn't fail to notice that his hands stayed shoved in his pockets as we walked. “J-Jack.” Oh for fuck's sake. His head snapped up. “I-I'm sorry. I sh-shouldn't have s-s-sn-snaped at you this m-morning.”

He immediately broke out into a grin that quickly became his signature cocky smirk. “I'll forgive you this time. Next time I'll have to punish you.” His hand went to my back, but was quickly removed and shoved back into his pocket.

I rolled my eyes, but smiled. He was annoying, but at least he wasn't upset with me anymore. “Oh g-go ahead, d-deal with your weird ph-physical c-co-contact thing,”

He happily slung his arm around my shoulders. “If you insist.”

Lunch actually breezed by. I stammered my way through a conversation about music with Jack and Cassadee's boyfriend, who's name I couldn't for the life of me recall. Jack and I carried it on throughout last period on a sheet of paper.

When the bell rang Jack turned to me. “You busy today?”

I thought for a moment, then shook my head. “D-don't think so.”

“Wanna come get coffee with me and a few of the people we sit with at lunch?”

I must have looked unsure because he pulled out, what I could only assume to be his best puppy dog face, but in truth it just looked ridiculous. “Only if you stop making that face!” I laughed.

He broke into the same grin as when I stuttered out an apology. “Deal.”

Notes

So fun fact: I had every intention of updating yesterday like I said, but when I sat down at my computer to write I had been awake for over 38 hours and promptly passed the fuck out in my desk chair. So my sincerest apologies that I'm a little late, but I knocked out so fast I didn't even plug in my phone and had it on like 20% all day. So yeah...

Enjoy this anyway! ~ Anna

Comments

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Glad you've enjoyed!

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6/9/17

That was beautiful and amazing and you don't have to ask, OF COURSE we want the bonus chapter!

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6/6/17

love this chapter xxx hope ur ok hun.

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8/24/16

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Gah, somehow I missed replying to this. I'm so sorry. You're wonderful. I'm glad you like it. I'm sorry this took so long.