Cass


I never thought that this would all escalate into a complete catastrophe like this.

I never should’ve told Alex to talk to Brendon. I should’ve left it all alone because it wasn’t my business to barge in and say my opinion. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.

Then Alex would be happy, and Jack wouldn’t be in agony right now.

He left school right after he found out, after he went to the bathroom he just went to the parking lot and left.
I hate that is all happened just because of a stupid, drunken mistake Jack did.

All he was trying to do was protect his boyfriend’s heart and look at the mess he made.

I couldn’t focus on my schoolwork for the rest of the day, I was way too distracted by the memory of Jack’s devastated expression burned into my mind. It was a cruel way to find out. I should've warned him, or Alex at least should’ve told Jack before him and Kellin decided to make out in the hallways for everyone to watch.

I don’t know what’s going on with Alex but I’m really worried about him. Finding out what Jack did took a huge toll on him, I haven’t really fully recognized him since. He isn’t the same sweet, smiley boy who had a huge heart, and always treated everyone with kindness.
It just seems like he doesn’t really care anymore, and that’s completely heartbreaking

I just don’t want him to do things he’ll regret, or worse, get pressured into doing things by Kellin.

Oh god… Jack has to fix this. He has to fix him.

But first, I have to fix Jack.

After school I got Rian to drive me to Jack’s house so I could check on him. Rian insisted on coming inside with me but I told him he could come later. I’m sure he wouldn’t want Rian seeing him in what is probably going to be a very depressing state, since he’s Jack’s best friend.

So am I, but Jack and I have a judgement free relationship.

I slowly walked into Jack’s house, relieved when I heard the tv in the living room which signaled that he was home. I slipped off my shoes and put my backpack down on the kitchen counter and made my way to the room where Jack was in and frowned when I saw him.

He was flipping through channels and finally settled on Adventure Time, clutching an empty bottle of wine as he started intently at the screen.
Oh god, he’s drunk.

“Hey Jack,” I greeted gently, watching his head turn and he looked at me with glazed over eyes.

“Ya know…. This bottle of wine is me.” he told me randomly, burping in the middle of his sentence.
He held the hollow bottle proudly like it was a trophy which made me smile.

At least he’s not crying his eyes out.

“Oh is it?” I laughed, sitting down on the couch next to him, crossing my legs to sit indian style.

“Yup! Because it’s fucking empty inside!”he said much more darkly, tipping it upside down and giggling when he watched small drips of leftover wine fall down onto the floor.

“Jack…” I sighed sympathetically, placing my hand on his knee in attempt of support but I knew it meant nothing to him at the moment.

“I’ve been thinking… and drinking…” Jack chuckled, trying to tell me something but his mind was too clouded by the alcohol to tell me what he was really feeling.

“Tell me,” I urged him. I just want to help him, and he’s always there for me when I need to talk, and now he needs me and other friends more than ever.

“You wanna hear something funny?” Jack questioned, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Sure,”

“I haven’t been this drunk, since I cheated on Alex.” Jack told me with a giggle, trying to fit his finger into the small hole of the wine bottle and frowning as he couldn’t do it.

I sighed, feeling my heart drop at how fucking depressing this all was, and how drunk off his ass he was because of what he saw. He may be giggling but he won’t be after he wakes up tomorrow.

“That’s not funny,” I mumbled but I don’t think he was paying attention.

“Now, all I want is Alex, and I could go off and have sex with anybody now because I’m single. But the only person I want to have sex with is Alex, but I can’t because I slept with someone else. The reason I’m drunk is because of what I did the last time I was drunk. What kind of sick, mind fuck is that…” Jack told me much more seriously, ending with a hiccup which put him in another fit of giggles.

I felt my heart break in my chest and reached out for Jack’s hand and held it tightly in mine, which made him give me a weird look like I was trying to come onto him.
He wiggled his eyebrows at me and smirked at me, but I knew on the inside he was in pieces.

This is all so fucking stupid.

Alex and Jack both love each other, they should just be together.
Even though they have problems, it’s rare to ever get a love like they had.

“I’m so sorry you saw him with Kellin. Alex is just hurting right now, they aren’t going to last.” I assured Jack, squeezing his hand in mine but he pulled it away.

He leaned over and pulled out another bottle of wine that was behind one of the couch throw pillows.

“Neither is my second bottle of wine,” Jack laughed, unwrapping the plastic covering the cork.

“No way, I’m not going to let you get alcohol poisoning.” I took the bottle from his hands and he gasped dramatically, making him hiccup, and yet again he burst out laughing making me frown.

“Why not?” he asked me smiling, which made my heart clench and I cringed at his words. I placed the bottle down on the ground and looked back at him.

Jack was fiddling with the edge of the couch, pulling out loose strands of string from the expensive fabric and dropping them on the floor. He was completely broken.

Two weeks ago I saw Alex at his lowest. Bawling his eyes out and screaming Jack’s name until he lost all energy and fell asleep, waking up to do it all over again. Brendon calming him down from every panic attack, I just sat and watched in horror as Alex blamed himself for Jack’s cheating, wishing that he’d never moved to Baltimore from Essex.

Now I’m seeing Jack, who started smoking again, drinking heavily, doing anything to keep the boy he lost off his mind. Pushing down all his emotions till he felt numb, not shedding one tear in front of me but I knew he was crying his eyes out while he was alone. Trying to cope with the fact that the love of his life has moved on while he is stuck in the past.

Everything about this is absolutely heartbreaking.
I just don’t know how to help them now.

“That’s a horrible thing to say, Jack.” I told him, he rolled his eyes and waved a dismissing hand.

“This is all Alex’s fault, ya know?” he slurred, making me chuckle lightly because all he’s been doing is blaming himself for this.

“Oh really, now?” I said sarcastically.

“He gave up. I would’ve gone to fucking couples therapy or some shit, I never stopped fighting to make our relationship work, yet he just went to some other boy.” he exclaimed, probably just releasing all the angry thoughts he’s had while sober.

Honestly, he has a point.
Broken hearted Alex seems a lot like old Jack, moving on in a heartbeat.

Except Alex is looking for a distraction, while Jack was just looking for someone to fill the hole in his heart. Once he finally did, he screwed it up.

“He can’t trust you anymore.” I told Jack.

“Well I think that my boyfriend is a whore!” Jack exclaimed, I snorted with laughter.

“Alexander William Gaskarth is a slut.” he declared loudly, nodding his head, agreeing with himself.

“Okay,” I laughed.

“But, he was my slut…” Jack trailed off sadly, tugging at the tag on the couch.

“I’m sorry this all happened to you Jack.” I apologized.

“Can I have more wine? It was his favorite, ya know… He’d always drink it, cuz’ he doesn’t like beer… so I got him this… He’d always get drunk after like 2 glasses, and it’d always make him horny. So then I’d fuck him on the floor of the kitchen and-”

“Ew! Too much information!! No, you can’t have more wine, what are you trying to accomplish by drinking so much anyway?” I asked him sternly, knowing that’s the only way I’m gonna get a real answer from him.

“Coping.” he shrugged.

“Coping?”

“Coping with living without Alex!!!” he nearly shouted.

“This isn’t coping! This is just drinking!! Let’s talk about your feelings Jack, or let’s talk about Alex, that is coping!” I exclaimed.

“You want to talk about him?!? What first, huh? You want to talk about how cute he looks in a beanie, or how adorable it is when he blushes, or when he’s nervous he always puts his hands in his pockets? How he doesn’t pick up his feet while he walks, so he just shuffles everywhere? You wanna talk about about how adorable it is when he is trying to take off his shoes because he doesn’t untie them all the way like a normal person, or how hot it is when he’s putting on skinny jeans and he was to hop for like 5 minutes to fit his ass in them-”

“Okay, okay. I get it-”

“No!! You don’t get it!! I could keep going, and I could keep going for fucking day’s telling you the things I love about him. I love how he mumbles my name in his sleep, I love how he presses his face into my chest whenever he hugs me, I love how sometimes when I kiss him he’s just smiling too damn hard he can’t even kiss me back. I could talk about him forever, but none of that is going to fucking get him back to me, is it? So yeah, maybe I’m drinking a lot, but that’s the only way I know how to deal with the fact that Alex is probably making out with a douchebag who can’t even imagine loving anyone as much as I love him!!!” Jack shouted till his voice started giving out, throwing both of his arms up in the air and panted from the long winded angry speech he just gave me.

Guilt washed over me and I reached down to grab the second wine bottle, and I handed it to Jack.

I heard Jack take a few gulps of the wine and place it on the coffee table, then snuggled back into the couch to get more comfortable.

“Do you know what rhymes with Alex?” he asked me.

“What?”

“Ex,” he stated, I nodded. It didn’t completely rhyme but he was obviously too drunk to care.

“Do you know what rhymes with that?”

“What Jack?” I rolled my eyes at how childish he was being.

“Sex.” he told me.

“Mmhmm.” I responded with a giggle.

“I wonder if Kellin has fucked him yet,” he sighed, taking another sip of wine.

I frowned, but didn’t bother to tell him to shut up about sex because he was so sad.

“I had a goal.” he said.

“Huh?” I asked.

“I had a goal to be the only person Alex has ever been with… ever slept with… I was gonna propose after we graduated… and we’d move far away from his fucked up parents and this fucked up town. I wanted to be his only one.” Jack told me, hiccuping multiple times while he was talking, then sighed for the countless time this afternoon.

“Oh…”



I decided to just bring Jack to bed, because he wasn’t going to have a productive rest of the day anyway. I led him up the stairs with him leaning practically all his bodyweight on me, somehow I managed to get him into bed without throwing up on me.

“Gimme my phone.” he slurred, reaching for the device in my hands.

“Why?” I asked him, already knowing his response.

“Wanna call Alex… tell him Kellin won’t treat his sweet ass as well as I did…” he explained, getting under the covers of his bed.

“Nope, sorry buddy.” I apologized, and placed his phone on his dresser across the room.

I was about to leave when I heard Jack’s voice call after me.

“Wait!”

I turned around and walked back into his room, with a cocked eyebrow. He was sat up in his bed, staring at me with sad eyes and a pout on his lips.

“Please stay with me.” he asked, snuggling into the bed more.

I frowned, feeling my heart clench and I nodded quickly.
He needed a friend right now no matter how hard it was for him to admit.

I walked over to the bed and pulled up the comforter, climbing into the other side and watching as Jack stared at me with huge eyes as I laid down. He looked like I had just did something to offend him so I propped my head on my elbow and looked at him.

“You okay?” I asked gently.

“That’s Alex’s side.” he said quietly, taking the pillow I was about to rest my head on and he laid his own head on it.

“Jack, I’m so sorry this all happened to you… wait… Eww! You and Alex have had sex here! Gross! How often do you wash the sheets?” I questioned, grimacing as I pictured what they have done in this bed.

“Not as often as when we had sex,” Jack laughed, making me groan.

“Well me and Alex have screwed everywhere in this house sooo…” he trailed off laughing.

“Nasty,” I said but I was laughing too.

“Alex usually did my laundry because he liked doing it, so he usually washed the sheets. But, they still smell like him.” Jack mumbled, burying his face into the pillow he stole from my side which is really Alex’s side.

I could smell Alex’s faint cologne on the sheets, remembering it from the times last week while I was hugging him when he was crying, I could recognize that smell anywhere.

Jack had a more masculine and musky smell, while Alex smelled fresher but equally as good, just in different ways.

“I hate this bed.” Jack whispered, making me frown. I reached over and rubbed his back lightly.

“I know…”

“Going to sleep every night last month with Alex next to me, knowing that I’d had sex with Tay in this bed while I was with him. It fucking killed me.” his voice was muffled because he was talking into the pillow his face was hidden in.

I bit back an ‘ew’ once I realized Tay and and him had been in this bed too, pushing back the image of them together. Who knew a drunk hookup could cost Jack everything.

“I’m sorry I’m on Alex’s side.” I apologized, feeling guilty knowing the last person who has been here was his ex boyfriend.

“It’s ‘kay. He’d usually come to my side in the middle of the night, I always woke up and he was sleeping on my chest or something… real cute.” Jack smiled at the memory.

I felt myself getting tired which meant I should probably go soon, but I felt too lazy to get up and go to my car. The both of us just laid in silence. I watched how Jack’s breathing started to slow down, his back rose and fell slowly as he inhaled and exhaled.

I was about to get up, thinking he’d fallen asleep until he spoke again.

“Can’t fall asleep without him unless I get drunk.” he told me sleepily.

“That’s not healthy, do you get drunk every single night?” I asked worriedly.

“Nope, sometimes I just don’t sleep.” he said.

I sat up so I was sitting indian style next to him and ran my fingers through his hair lightly, making him hum and snuggle into the pillow more, inhaling a long, slow breath.

I hope things get better for him.

Jack deserves more than just a life full of pain. He may be an asshole sometimes, and he doesn’t care about other people as much as he should, but if anyone said that he wasn’t a good person I’d put up a damn good fight to defend him.

He might not always be sweet like Alex, or avoid confrontation, or necessarily nice to his friends at times, but Jack has a good heart. He loves the people that he loves with everything that he has, he protects the people he loves no matter what, and he’d do anything to make sure Alex and his friends were happy, even if that meant he was miserable.

I’ve never seen him be so gentle and loving to anyone besides Alex, and he was always so optimistic for their future together, and now all of that was over.

“Goodnight Jack.” I told him, thinking he was asleep as I slowly got off the bed, careful not to distrub him.

“G’night Lexy…” he mumbled.

Notes

ARE YOU GUYS READY FOR SOME FUUCKING
DRAMAAAAAAAAA

there's been constant drama
but some more drama is in the next chapter
im writing it right now its halfway finished

i was gonna post these at the same time but i will just post the next one later today for you guys so I HOPE YOU'RE READYYYY

it involves some jack
and some kellin

also this chapter is a little bit crazy because it's just all diaologe between drunk jack and cass but i think it's kinda cute

i'm gonna be posting a lot the next few days because i have a little vacation from school, so theres gonna be a bunch of updates to look forward to!! i FINALLY have the time and energy to write i've been missing you guyssss :(

i also really like cass's pov i should do that more often
it's not much cuz shes just talking in this chapter but i should do like a deeper cass chapter cuz that'd be fun

NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE POSTED IN A BIT

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