Your POV

I couldn’t help but stare at Jack as he walked by. Every time he ever did something, it made me want to flinch. He was so beautiful that I thought I couldn’t even look at him for too long, it’d be considered a sin. Just a little adorkable me, staring at Jack Barakat should be a felony in most countries.

I’m not ugly. I hope. A lot of the times I feel that way. Just because I wear glasses and not the most fashionable clothes. And no I don’t wear cool glasses. As in hipster glasses. Or punch out the lenses in 3D glasses and wear those. No, I have an eyesight problem, and thick rims for my protection along with thick lenses. No, it’s not fun.

Despite noticing everyone and being consciously aware of all the people surrounding me, no one else seems to notice the annoying gnat flying over them. I mean, sure, I have friends. Who doesn’t have friends in a school this big? But do I consider them close? Not in the slightest bit. They don’t ask about my weekend, they don’t ask about my life at all actually. All they really do is invite me to go to get togethers, which is actually a lot for me.

The one person that has made this highschool life bearable is Jack. Jesus, I have the biggest crush on him. It’d be my very own Cinderella story if I could go to prom with him. Prom’s coming up in a couple weeks. I don’t have a date. I don’t ever have a date. But I wanted my senior year to be something special. I wanted to at least talk to him, maybe get him to notice me a little bit. We had the same classes, sure. But did he ever really look at me?

One of the worst classes of my high school career is gym and I am fortunate enough to have Jack in it. I say that with the most sarcasm I can ever achieve. I am the clumsiest person on this planet, and if it was an olympic sport then just maybe I’d be in the running.

Nevertheless, I am still here, I’m still clumsy, I still have these asshole glasses on my face, and I still want Jack to throw me up against a wall and hardcore make out with me. So I throw on these sweaty baggy gym clothes and head out to the soccer field.

The sport that requires the most coordination, and has the most attention on you when you fail is the one I’m playing. Right here. Right now. And here I am. Playing it against my crush. Not even with where I could hide from him, no, I have to play defense while he’s offense, and it does not help my heart any matters when he looks so fucking good doing it.

So I stand awkwardly in my position. And in this sport you have six players on a team. I don’t know what I hate most, the fact that everyone has to watch me play and fail, or that I have to actually try to defend Jack if I want to get a decent grade in this class. Whoever invented gym class was one sadistic prick.

While shuffling my feet, I glance awkwardly at the scene beforehand. Jack’s running all over the place, earning high fives from his little chubby buddy Rian, and I’m glancing at the ground. But now, Jack’s got the ball, and he’s dribbling towards me, and I don’t know what to do.

“Defend, Y/N!” my teacher calls out. “Don’t be afraid of the ball.”

I have to do what she says if I want to get a good grade, so I rush at Jack, hoping my presence will be enough to throw him off. It’s not. Jack instead punts the ball and it hits me square in the face. I hear a snap and I hope to God that it wasn’t my nose. Please do not let it be my nose.

I hear the teacher blow the whistle, and everyone who was on the field rushes to see the damage. I’m more embarrassed that I let it hit my face than anything else. I hope I don’t have a stupid mark on my face. So instead I hide my face in the grass to try and save myself.

“Don’t crowd around her!” The teacher comes up to me and places a hand on my shoulder sympathetically. “Come on, Y/N, turn around so I can see the damage.”

I turned around to look at the crowd and felt blood come down my face. Oh this is beautiful. Bleeding out of the nostrils in front of my crush. How on earth can this day get any better.

“Sheesh. That’s gotta hurt. Alright, Barakat, since you did the damage, take her in and get her cleaned up, it’s the least you can do for breaking her glasses.”

“What?” I cry out. He broke my glasses? How the hell am I supposed to see? Goddammit. I jinxed it, I fucking jinxed it.

“Sorry about that, by the way,” Jack mumbles sheepishly to me as he takes me toward the bench with the others. There’s a first aid kit over there.

Despite that this is the first thing that Jack has ever said to me in my life, I’m surprisingly calm. Maybe it’s the fact that my nose is bleeding, or the fact that I can’t see anything including his face so I can disillusion myself.

“Don’t worry about it, you just gotta guide me back to the benches ‘cause I can’t see for shit.” He laughed, and I want more than anything to hear it again. What else can I say that’s funny for him to laugh at.

We sit down and he starts to clean me up. He’s so close to me. So close that I can make out the features on his face. So this is what it feels like to be this close to him. I can’t help but to crave more.

We sit in a silence for a while as he cleans my face. He’s cleaning my face. H’s touching my face. What I would give for his lips to be on mine right now.

“So do you have a date for prom?” Jack asks casually.

His question caught me off guard and I manage to mumble out a confused “what?”

“You know, prom. That thing where people dance and drink and take unnecessary amount of pictures for? Corsages, tuxes, all that jazz?”

“Right. That.”

“Do you have a date for it?”

“Why?”

He shrugged casually. “I don’t know, making conversation.” He continues to do what he’s doing and I mentally slap myself. What if he was going to ask me. Don’t be silly, of course he wasn’t, he wouldn’t ask me, right? He just met me. I’m no one to him.

“Alright, well you’re all cleaned up. You should probably sit out for the time being, but I’m gonna see if they’ll let me back in. I’ll try to keep my balls out of your way?” He laughs at his own lame joke and runs back in to join the game. That boy, I swear. I’m not even mad at him for breaking my glasses.

Jack’s POV

“I swear, she’s gorgeous, you have to meet her,” I rave, telling my friends about the beautiful girl I have in gym. I suddenly realized after that day that she was in some of my other classes. And I could not have been happier. I developed this huge crush on her since that day and it hasn’t gone away.

“Jack, you haven’t even met her,” my best friend Alex tells me. “You had one conversation with her after you broke her glasses. And that was it. By the way, have you found a date to prom? It’s next week.”

“Did I tell you that she got the same glasses I broke after it happened?” I inquired, ignoring his previous statement. I didn’t want to think about prom, I wanted to think about her. I thought that she could like me, with the way she was looking at me at the field. And I’ve caught her looking at me on several other occasions. She’s just too cute to pass up. The word I could use to describe her is adorkable. Don’t know if it’s one, but it is now, and it is her.

“Yes, about a million times. If you like her so much then just ask her to prom.”

“Why are you so hell bent on prom, Alex?”

“Jack, it’s our senior year, we gotta go out with a bang.”

“We are, at graduation, when we play for everyone. But I don’t see what the big problem is about prom.”

“Just ask your little crush to go to prom with us, and if she says yes, then go, and if she says no then stay home. It’s either a win-win or a lose-lose. Your gamble.

“Ugh fine, but only ‘cause I want to see her in a dress. This has nothing to do with you.”

It had been days since that conversation with Alex. I don’t even know where to start. Should I make the ask out big? Should I make it stupid? Should I make it funny? I literally know nothing about her except when she speaks up in class. And for someone like her, you’d think she’d do that a lot. But apparently she’s shy.

It’s after school, Alex and Rian left me to go pick up Zack, and I’m walking alone to my locker. I see Y/N at her locker stuffing books. This is my chance, there’s no one around. I’m so glad I paid enough attention to get her name.

“Y/N,” I cough, standing behind her locker door, waiting for her to see me.

She jumped a little and let out the cutest shriek. “Holy shit, Jack. What’re you doing here?”

I smiled when I realized she knew my name. “Can’t a fellow student engage in some friendly student talk?”

“I guess so?” She’s looking at me, puzzled that I’m here. I see her cheeks are a visible rose color and I can’t help but to let out a question from my mouth.

“So do you have a date to prom?” I ask her. She didn’t answer before, so I was curious.

“You keep asking that question. Why?” She cocked her head to the side, and I swear to god I could kiss her. Right here. Right now.

“Because I don’t, and my friend won’t stop pressuring me to get one.”

“Sounds rough.”

“Sure. So do you have one?”

She sighs and closes her locker finally, clutching her bag to her chest. She doesn’t look at me, instead she looks away, lost in thought or something. “No, I don’t.”

“Good! Want to be my date?”

“What? Uh- no- umm - no that’s okay, you don’t have to-” she’s now staring at the ground, flabbergasted by my proposal.

“Why not? I want to.”

“Oh, okay. If you insist, I guess.”

“Good! Oh, and I’ll need your number if we’re going to be prom date buddies.”

“Okay,” she hands me her cell and I take her number to put in my phone. I give her a smile and a wave.

“See you then Y/N!” I call before I walk off.

“Yeah? Bye,” I hear her words. I break out smiling like an idiot, knowing what I had just landed. Hell yeah.

Your POV

It was the day of prom, and I had to get ready. My mom had this entire day planned out for me. I’d finally get to see what it’d be like to wear contacts, my hair and makeup was going to be done professionally. Thankfully it won’t be succumbed to my attempts of trying. I’m actually excited.

My stomach wouldn’t stop churning all day. Jack was on my mind constantly. I didn’t want him to leave it either. I liked knowing that I would most likely be on his mind all day. Now if he was taking me to prom just because he needed a date or because he actually liked me, I could care less. But damn, I was fucking ready for this night. I had to be.

I felt like a supermodel getting pampered and ready for this day. Finally something was going my way. Now it would be too soon to say as to whether or not I’d fuck up, but eh, one never knows ‘til one tries.

When the time finally came, and Jack was waiting downstairs, it took everything I had not to pass out. I didn’t want to fuck this up. Do not trip. Do not trip.

I started my descent down the stairs, and even though my stairs aren’t very tall, the look on Jack’s face was enough to make it heavenly. If I tripped right now, I wouldn’t even be mad. I made my way down to Jack, who was in a white tux.

“I thought you said you were going to match,” I whispered to Jack.

“I do,” he smiled proudly. “The middle part.” I laughed. Of course he would, he’s Jack. This is what he does. My stomach doesn’t stop doing somersaults as I look up at him. He notices my glasses lying on the coffee table. “You’re not gonna wear your glasses?”

“Nope, contacts.”

“Shame, I really love your glasses.” He gives me a smirk, and I blushed. He has me under some spell, and I can’t shake it. He’s everything I thought he was and more. “But that’s okay, we’ll leave them here. It’ll be easier to kiss you that way.” He gives me his most cheeky grin before ushering me out of the house and on to a night I surely won’t forget for god knows how long.

Notes

AN Yo guys, sorry for not writing last night, I had to pick up my very drunk mom from the bar with her friend and that took like an hour so oops, and then I got tired because well it was like 4 in the morning. Which it currently is now. And I’m tired as fuck, but I will not fail my followers! Especially not people who are so understanding and loving and such. Also my heart goes out to the 5SOS fam today. After hearing what happened to Michael Clifford, I am extremely sorry. I consider myself to be in it, although not as much as a Hustler, but I still love those four guys to death. If you don’t like them then skip over cuz I’m gonna rant.

Literally anyone who is rude or an asshole to Michael, I will not hesitate to fight verbally and physically. I may not win, but I will defend him. What happened was an accident, and the fact that he didn’t continue, even though it was an encore, isn’t the issue. His face and his hair, his magnificent hair, was burned. And we’re all deeply saddened by that. We’re all super worried for his well-being and even though he’s assured us he’s okay, I’m still nervous, and I hope he rests up and takes it easy. Because that’s not fun nor is it fair. But he’ll pull through cause he’s punk rock af. We’ll hang in there friends. If he can, then we can too.

Alright, rant over, sorry ‘bout that, but the amount of people being assholes about it makes me want to kill a bitch. Alrighty on to Jack Barakat and you guys. Convo between you and Jack :] sorry it’s so long, just felt like it needed a lot of background, I have no idea why. You ready to go to prom?