A Love Like War

I couldn't play lacrosse anymore, and of course, our State game was coming up, so I wouldn't be able to play. However, I watched practice from the stands. I caressed my belly in my hands, for I could feel small flutters here and there. As I sat there, I was growing hungry, so I could tell the baby was trying to tell me it was hungry. "Don't worry," I whispered, "I will be feeding you very soon. I am so getting McDonald's after this. I need a fucking Big Mac." I groaned.

I watched as Jack began to struggle with his running, but I connected with the fact that his phone ringing. Coach called him off the field which made me frown. He wasn't doing so hot lately; what the hell was going on? I watched as he stormed off to the locker room with the slam of the door. I sighed, wanting nothing more than to help him. But, he ditched me and ignored me, so why should I help him? If he didn't want to help me, I wouldn't help him.

That's what I wanted to do until I heard a shout from the locker room. That's what made me shoot up and jog over to the locker room. I had to see what it was. Yeah, he ignored me and shit, but when I hear shouts, I go and run to help. I pushed through the locker room door and saw Jack curled up in the corner of the locker room walls. What crushed me the most was that he was crying. I peeked in slowly with, "Jack?" He looked up at me with the puffiest of eyes, and his face was drenched in tears. "You okay?" Jack turned away from me in an instant. Yeah, he wasn't going to pull this silent game right now; I wanted to know what was going on.

I knelt down the best I could to meet his eyes. Yet, they were turned away, so I settled with staring at the side of his face. "Talk to me, Jack."

"No, get out. I don't want to look or see you, okay? Go away."

"You're not getting rid of me. I hope you know that."

"Why the fuck not?!" he snapped, "I am so sick of you! You fucking ruined my life, okay!? You need to get out of my damn face right now!" I just sat there because I knew everything he said was a bunch of bull. When he was upset or angry, he always shouted stupid things he didn't mean. I watched as he slowly crumbled into tears again, and he latched onto me like a blood-thirsty leach. See? Told ya he didn't mean it. "They're fucking dead, Alex. They're dead. They died in a crash, Alex, and they're never coming back." I gasped; who the fuck was he talking about?!

"Babe, who?" I asked as I ran my fingers through his skunky hair.

"Mom and dad. They're... they're dead." That's when I began to cry right along with him. I held him close, holding onto him gently.

"Jack, I am so sorry. I --"

"I wanna die, Alex," he spat, "I want to die so bad. I don't want to stick around, okay? I lost you, our baby, my grades, lacrosse, and now, my parents. I don't deserve to go on; I don't have anything left." I growled, yanking him up by the collar.

"Jack, I am right fucking here! You lost me because you ignored me for so long! And, if you didn't ignore me, you'd know I am right now three months with your kid! I am right here, Jack. I am right here!" I was hysterical now. Yeah, it was a bit much, but give your thanks to the fellow hormones I had. Jack looked at me with widened eyes.

"You're still pregnant?" he stammered, "But, you got the abortion! You told --"

"That day that I tried talking to you was me trying to tell you I didn't get it. You didn't listen though." Jack began to resemble me -- he was hysterical. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me so tight, I thought I would pop.

"I-I'm so fucking sorry, Alex! I am so fucking sorry! I love you so much, and I never meant to do this! I thought you were giving the baby away! Please, don't go with Brendon! Be with me; I'll make you feel so much better!"

"Brendon?" I pushed him away gently for a moment. "You thought I was getting with Brendon?"

"You two looked like so happy when you guys walked around and joked. I thought you two were going to get together."

"How could I go with someone like him when I'm still in love with the greatest fucking lacrosse player this school has?" I heaved. Jack gave me a small smile. He held my stomach in his palms and whispered,

"I love you two more than anything on this planet."

"We love you too, J-Jack Bassam Barakat." Slowly, I pressed our lips together. I cupped his cheeks to pull him closer which he gladly accepted doing so. Our lips moved in sync for the longest of time. Plus, the kisses got rougher.

By the time the clock struck four, Jack and I were on the floor allowing sparks to fly and letting fireworks go off.

Notes

lemme tell you that i was so stressed writing this so if this sucks, blame my stress

anyways

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JALEX :D

xoxo krys