Alex

I walked down the hall of Jack’s house, looking for the bathroom. All the doors were closed but one, and I was glad that it was the bathroom. Since he didn’t really tell me where it was. I walked in and closed the door behind me, locking it and slid down it and sat on the ground. Maybe I can go to Mr. Smith tomorrow and talk to him about the whole tutoring thing? I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to spend time with Jack. All I want is to go home and hide under my blankets and just ignore the whole entire world.

I was in so much pain from what happened in the bathroom at school earlier today, and I was scared to death when I was on the ‘thing’ when Jack was giving me a ride. I wanted to say no, I really did. I just- “Yo! Hurry the fuck up in there!” My thoughts were cut off by Jack shouting from somewhere in the house. I sighed and quickly got to my feet, wincing at the sharp pain in my side. I saw a towel on the floor so I picked it up and quickly dried myself off, glad I always keep a extra change of clothes in my backpack.

I quickly unzipped my backpack and got out the black skinny jeans, and Green Day shirt I had in it. I took no time in changing my outfit, throwing my wet clothes into my school bag, glad that they were not so wet that I would get my textbooks wet. When I was changing, I noticed that I had a huge bruise that formed on my ribcage, as well on my hip. I dried the floor with the towel and put it back where I found it on the ground.

Before I walked out of the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and saw that I had a bruise on my cheek, and on the other side of my face was a forming blackeye. I also noticed that I had tears running down my cheeks. Just great, now he is going to think I’m just so dumbass who cries from a little pain. My eyes were a puffy red, filled with tears. I quickly wiped them and winced when I came in contact with the forming blackeye. I sighed and walked out of the bathroom with my school bag on my shoulder.

I walked out and went back down the hallway to where I left Jack at, keeping my head low so he wouldn’t notice the puffy eyes and bruises. “I’m right here.” I heard his voice say as I was about to walk passed the kitchen. I turned a little bit, having my arms crossed and slowly walked over to the table I noticed he was sitting at. I hesitantly took a seat next to him, reaching into my backpack and pulling out my History book and homework from the class. “Might as well get this fucking over with.” Jack groaned as he let his book slam onto the table, making me shrink in fear. “Dude, why the hell to you wince at everything? It’s like you are a fucking mouse or some shit.” Annoyance laced in his tone. Yeah, I was going to have to talk to Mr. Smith about the whole tutor-thing, I can’t do this.

I played with my pencil as I looked over my homework, turning to the correct page in my book and started writing things down. “Y’know, most tutors actually help. Not just sit there and do their own work.” Jack commented.

“I-It’s all on p-page 336.” I said softly as I continued to look down at my work.

“At least fucking look at me when you talk.” He let out a groan.

“S-sorry.” I spoke quietly as I looked at the floor. It was so awkward that I could hear the annoyance and eyeroll he did as he opened his book and went to the correct page.

Time passed and I was done with my work, starting to place it back in my bag. “Can you show me where number eleven is?” He asked sounding very confused. I nodded my head a little bit, looking down at the table as he pushed his book closer to my. I lifted up my head a bit and looked over the page, underlining the answer with my finger. “What the hell is that?” I was about to read the answer to him when I felt a pain on my hip, making me wince. Only then did I realize Jack had a finger running over the bruise on my hip. I didn’t even notice my shirt was up enough to where he could see it, great.

“I-I should g-get going.” I was about to get out of my seat when Jack grabbed my chin, looking over my face in shock. Only if I kept my head down, he wouldn’t have noticed.

“What the hell happened to you?” He questioned in no more than a whisper. “I would say it was from that fall in the lunchroom today, but this looks like someone did this to you. Tell me who did it, and don’t fucking lie to me.” He looked me in the eyes with a serious look on his face.

I quickly moved away from him and grabbed my stuff, rushing out the door. “Alex!” I heard him call after me. I ran away from his house, down a few streets and finally stopped running. I couldn’t tell anyone who done this to me, never, unless I am wanting a death wish. I shived at the cold air as I noticed it was still raining. I put the strips of my back over both shoulders and crossed my arm, trying to conserve a little bit of body heat as I continued my walk home. I really wish I could just crawl into a hole and die at this point.

Notes

Guysss. I turned seventeen yesterday c: (Still so fucking happy that I share a birthday with John Lennon.)

Poor Lexyboo.

Thanks for all the amazing feedback we have got! You guys are awesome!

Psst...Nia...Your writing is better. c;

[Title Credit: Save Me A Spark - Sleeping With Sirens]

~Jagk.