Two Worlds Clash
"Welcome to a new kind of tension"
Alex
I groaned at the sound of my alarm, telling me I had to wake up and, yet again, go to school. I haven’t liked going to that hellhole since I was a child. But, here I am at the age of eighteen, finishing up my last year of high school. My senior year just started a couple weeks ago, and I was already tired of everything that it offered. Yeah, my grades are starting out amazingly like every year. Me being me, getting straight A’s since I was in fifth grade. But, I could do without all of the bullies messing with me. Oh, and I could do with not having to see my crush, Jack, every hour of the day. Every time I see him, I feel my cheeks heat up and I just don’t know what to do.
Not once have I tried to talk to him, and I don’t think I ever will, but, only time will tell. Plus, Jack was the ‘bad-boy’ of the school. Always wearing his leather jacket and riding his motorcycle. And me? I always have my face in a book, trying to block out the world that is before me. Of course that never happened though.
By the time I finished up my thoughts, I was already showered, dressed, and now heading down the stairs to go to the kitchen and grab an apple before walking out the door and starting my walk to school. I decided that today I would wear a Foo Fighters shirt and my black and grey american flag skinny jeans. It wasn’t much, but I liked it.
I entered the kitchen and saw my Mom standing at the stove, cooking some breakfast for Dad and her. “Morning Mom.” I say casually as I walked over to the table and grabbed an apple from the basket.
“Morning Lexy. Heading off to school now?” She asked with her normal cheery voice.
“Yeah. When Dad wakes up let him know I said good morning and I’ll see ya both after school. Bye Mom, love you.” I walked over to her and gave her a side hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before turning around and making my way out of the kitchen and to the front door, grabbing my school bag that I had set next to it, and walked out. I closed the door behind me and flung one strap of my backpack over my shoulder and took a bite of my apple as I started my walk.
It didn’t take me more than fifteen minutes to reach the school, and just as I arrived, I heard the sound of a engine rev. I turned my head to the at where the sound came from, and I saw Jack parking his motorcycle and climbing off, taking his sunglasses off at the same time. He looked my way, and our eyes met. I quickly put my head down and grabbed the entrance door, rushing inside the building before he could walk up the stairs to enter as well.
I made my way thru the halls, keeping my head low, not making eye contact with anyone. Only bumping into a few people before finally reaching my locker. I turned the dial, unlocking it and slipping my backpack off of my shoulder before unzipping it and taking my textbooks, and folders out. I hung my bag on the little hook, and put all but three of my books on the shelf, keeping all my folders filled with work in my arms with the few books. I shut my locker and turned around, instantly running into someone. They shoved me up against my locker, knocking my books on the ground and making all my papers go everywhere. I didn’t dare look up at the person who did it, just kept my eyes on the ground. “Ha, fucking nerd.” The voice of, who I knew to be one of the football player said, making his little group chuckle with joy as they walked off, leaving me to let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding in.
I bent down and picked up all my papers, taking longer than I should have since some other students thought it would be funny to grab my books and toss them back and forth to other students. When I finally managed to get everything collected, I made my way to class, rushing before the bell rang.
I reached my class, entering the door just as the bell rang. I sighed and took my seat in the front of the class, waiting for our teacher to start the lesson for the day. I opened up my History textbook and got out last night’s homework, placing everything on my desk perfectly before lifting my head up and looking at what the teacher was writing on the board.
I grabbed out a few sheets of paper and started writing down everything he was saying, taking as much notes as possible. We were told we were going to have a test on Friday of next week, and I had to study as hard as I can if I wanted to pass.
History class ended about five minutes ago, and I was gathering up all my books, papers, and folders. I got everything into my arms and started walking to the door when the teacher called me back. I turned around and saw Mr. Smith standing there, with Jack by his side. He didn’t look amused with what they had been talking about, but I was just wondering what Mr. Smith could need from me. I let out a deep breath, and walked over to them. Keeping my distance by a good two feet. “Y-yes M-Mr. Smith?” Way to make a fool of yourself Gaskarth.
“Jack this is Alex, he will be you're History tutor.” Mr. Smith said. My eyes went wide as I looked at him. Why me? Why must I have to do it?
“M-may I ask w-why I have to do it?” Stop talking and you will stop stuttering, idiot.
I groaned at the sound of my alarm, telling me I had to wake up and, yet again, go to school. I haven’t liked going to that hellhole since I was a child. But, here I am at the age of eighteen, finishing up my last year of high school. My senior year just started a couple weeks ago, and I was already tired of everything that it offered. Yeah, my grades are starting out amazingly like every year. Me being me, getting straight A’s since I was in fifth grade. But, I could do without all of the bullies messing with me. Oh, and I could do with not having to see my crush, Jack, every hour of the day. Every time I see him, I feel my cheeks heat up and I just don’t know what to do.
Not once have I tried to talk to him, and I don’t think I ever will, but, only time will tell. Plus, Jack was the ‘bad-boy’ of the school. Always wearing his leather jacket and riding his motorcycle. And me? I always have my face in a book, trying to block out the world that is before me. Of course that never happened though.
By the time I finished up my thoughts, I was already showered, dressed, and now heading down the stairs to go to the kitchen and grab an apple before walking out the door and starting my walk to school. I decided that today I would wear a Foo Fighters shirt and my black and grey american flag skinny jeans. It wasn’t much, but I liked it.
I entered the kitchen and saw my Mom standing at the stove, cooking some breakfast for Dad and her. “Morning Mom.” I say casually as I walked over to the table and grabbed an apple from the basket.
“Morning Lexy. Heading off to school now?” She asked with her normal cheery voice.
“Yeah. When Dad wakes up let him know I said good morning and I’ll see ya both after school. Bye Mom, love you.” I walked over to her and gave her a side hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before turning around and making my way out of the kitchen and to the front door, grabbing my school bag that I had set next to it, and walked out. I closed the door behind me and flung one strap of my backpack over my shoulder and took a bite of my apple as I started my walk.
It didn’t take me more than fifteen minutes to reach the school, and just as I arrived, I heard the sound of a engine rev. I turned my head to the at where the sound came from, and I saw Jack parking his motorcycle and climbing off, taking his sunglasses off at the same time. He looked my way, and our eyes met. I quickly put my head down and grabbed the entrance door, rushing inside the building before he could walk up the stairs to enter as well.
I made my way thru the halls, keeping my head low, not making eye contact with anyone. Only bumping into a few people before finally reaching my locker. I turned the dial, unlocking it and slipping my backpack off of my shoulder before unzipping it and taking my textbooks, and folders out. I hung my bag on the little hook, and put all but three of my books on the shelf, keeping all my folders filled with work in my arms with the few books. I shut my locker and turned around, instantly running into someone. They shoved me up against my locker, knocking my books on the ground and making all my papers go everywhere. I didn’t dare look up at the person who did it, just kept my eyes on the ground. “Ha, fucking nerd.” The voice of, who I knew to be one of the football player said, making his little group chuckle with joy as they walked off, leaving me to let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding in.
I bent down and picked up all my papers, taking longer than I should have since some other students thought it would be funny to grab my books and toss them back and forth to other students. When I finally managed to get everything collected, I made my way to class, rushing before the bell rang.
I reached my class, entering the door just as the bell rang. I sighed and took my seat in the front of the class, waiting for our teacher to start the lesson for the day. I opened up my History textbook and got out last night’s homework, placing everything on my desk perfectly before lifting my head up and looking at what the teacher was writing on the board.
I grabbed out a few sheets of paper and started writing down everything he was saying, taking as much notes as possible. We were told we were going to have a test on Friday of next week, and I had to study as hard as I can if I wanted to pass.
History class ended about five minutes ago, and I was gathering up all my books, papers, and folders. I got everything into my arms and started walking to the door when the teacher called me back. I turned around and saw Mr. Smith standing there, with Jack by his side. He didn’t look amused with what they had been talking about, but I was just wondering what Mr. Smith could need from me. I let out a deep breath, and walked over to them. Keeping my distance by a good two feet. “Y-yes M-Mr. Smith?” Way to make a fool of yourself Gaskarth.
“Jack this is Alex, he will be you're History tutor.” Mr. Smith said. My eyes went wide as I looked at him. Why me? Why must I have to do it?
“M-may I ask w-why I have to do it?” Stop talking and you will stop stuttering, idiot.
Notes
Hey everyone!
Welcome to another story. c:
This story I will be co-writing with JacksWife678, who happens to be my fave author on this site.
And I'll admit, I did fangirl a bit when she agreed to do the story with me.....xD
Anyways, I'll be doing Alex's point of view, and she will be doing Jack's.
Hope you enjoy the story!
[Title Credit: American Idiot - Green Day]
~Jagk.
@Jagk
<3
8/28/16