You know I love it when your hair’s pulled back

Ugh, it drives me crazy

You know I love it when you look like that

Tell me what you want to do.
//



Jack


I had to know if I was wasting my time here or not.

I had to know if Alex was gay.

It wasn’t really something that I could just walk up and ask him, well, I would but I have no idea how he’d react to it.

I’ve tried dropping hints over the past few days, like walking by a cheerleader and caller her hot, and asking him his opinion on her. When he responded, ‘She’s pretty,’ I had no idea what that was supposed to mean.

Is he just a nice straight guy that doesn’t call girls hot or something?

Also, he doesn’t mind even when I brush up against him while we’re walking in hall or put my arms around him, he even lets me touch his face. That means he must be gay as fuck, right?

Then why the hell would he reject Zack?

It made no sense! He was giving me such mixed signals!

He talks like a straight guy, we’ve been talking about football, cars and action movies that were in the movies we wanted to see.
He has a great sense of fashion, and he wore a scarf the other day, but I guess that doesn’t really assure that he’s gay.

I probably wasn’t doing the right thing by just assuming things, because I was just trying to fit him into these stereotype cookie cutters and figure out myself instead of asking him straight up.

You can’t blame me for being a little curious though, right?

I walked up to Alex’s locker, smiling at how cute he looked, with his dirty blonde hair a little extra messier than usual, wearing a black glamour kills tank top with tight denim jeans, and all black vans to top it off.
How does he somehow always look so attractive? Like, it’s starting to freak me out a little bit.
I haven’t caught him being anything less than gorgeous once yet, that has to be some kind of record, right?

Nobody’s just that captivating all the time?

If he isn’t gay, that’d be fucking heartbreaking for me, because I’d never get to taste those pretty, pink lips of his.
Oh, and the deal with Zack would be off. That would suck too.

“So a little birdy told me that you rejected Zack when he asked you out,” I started, watching Alex’s head shook up and his eyes widened when he realized what I was talking about.

He thought that he could hide that from me! What the fuck?!
Did he plan on just never telling me about it?
I already knew about it, but I expected him to tell me about it in conversation some time instead of purposely trying to keep it a secret!

“That was like a week ago,” he brushed me off, and closed his locker giving me a weird look.

“Yeahh… so?” I asked.

“Who told you that, anyway? It could just be a rumor.” Alex added, I chuckled at how defensive it was being because he was making it so obvious that it actually happened.

The things he does without even realizing are honestly the most adorable things I could think of.

“Except it’s not a rumor, you just said it happened last week, so it’s definitely not.” I pressed, Alex uncomfortably avoided my eyes.

“So what if it’s not?” he answered, being defensive again.

“Well, why’d you reject him then?” I asked bluntly, raising one eyebrow at him.

He looked up at me with wide brown eyes, opened his mouth to respond but closed it, then looked back at the ground, ashamed.

Why can’t he just tell me? Does he think I won’t accept him for his sexuality?
Has he met me?
Does he think I’m kidding when I call him cute?

I felt kinda guilty waiting for him to answer me, I was about to tell him that he didn’t have to say anything but then after he answered the feeling faded.

“Because I don’t like boys.” he confessed in a quiet voice, looking down at the ground and started fiddling with the end of his shirt.

Now he’s lying to me?

“Would you be able to say that while making eye contact with me?” I asked him, trying to force myself not to smile, and watched him look up at me with an annoyed expression but his eyes looked panicked.

Oh god, I hope that didn’t sound too douchey.
Normally I don’t give a second thought about the shit I say, but I don’t know…
There’s just something different about Alex that I can’t really explain what it was, I just wouldn’t want to do or say anything to hurt his feelings.

Ew, gross. I sound like a chick. Who am I becoming?

“What?”

“You’re a horrible liar, dimples.” I smirked at him, turning around to walk towards my next class.
I smiled to myself as I heard his footsteps chasing after me, just as I predicted they would.

“I’m not lying!” he exclaimed, except his face completely gave it away.

The way that he paused before he answered, the lack of eye contact, the way he started pulling at his shirt and fidgeting. Honestly, it’s kinda adorable that he was so terrible at lying.
Who wants a friend that’s good at lying, like me?

“Mhmm, and those jeans are telling me otherwise.” I shrugged cheekily.

He looked down at his tight jeans and sighed, shaking his head and looking back up at me like he was pleading for me to just believe him.

“That’s very stereotypical of you.” he scoffed, running a hand through his messy hair nervously.

“Come on, the only other person who wears jeans that tight is me, and I’m obviously not straight.” I pointed out, gesturing down to my skin tight black jeans.

“You’re not?” Alex questioned, his posture perked up quickly making me laugh.

He thought I was straight? Seriously?
How?
I literally call him babe. Is he just not observant or what?

“You’re so cute, dimples.” I chuckled and ruffled his hair with my hand, laughing more when his eyebrows pinched together in annoyance.

“Jack!” he whined in frustration.

He was so worked up about it, damn.
I didn’t know he cared just as much as me about knowing the truth about the other’s sexuality.

“I’m bi, babe.” I told him honestly, brushing my shoulder against his bare arm.

Alex eyes lit up and he nodded quickly, then looked back at the ground, watching his feet move back and forth as he walked.

That’s it? He’s not even going to tell me about him?

I quickly realized that I was being a little bit of a dick, pressuring him to come out to me.
The wondering was killing me! There’s no way in hell he was straight, right?
Not with the way he reacted to the question I asked him.

I was just sick of all the questions I was asking myself in my head and just wanted some answers.

What if he thinks he’s bi-curious or something? He probably thought he was straight when he moved here, then met me and was instantly convinced that he swung a different way.
Okay, maybe that’s not what happened, that’s just what I wish happened.

I shouldn’t try to force him to tell me the truth. He was probably confused about his sexuality and didn’t want to put a label on what he was, which is totally understandable and normal.

“Look, if you don’t want to tell me that’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” I assured him, wrapping my arm around his shoulder and smiled when he eased into my touch.

For a guy unable to admit his sexuality, he really doesn’t mind when my arm is around him.

Alex turned his head side to side, making sure that nobody was around to hear and looked at me.

“Is it really that obvious?” he asked me quietly, my body flooded with relief and excitement and I smiled.

Yes! He’s gay!!!

“It’s not obvious. I just got a good sense for that kind of stuff.” I shrugged, playing it off cool but on the inside I was screaming.

“Well yeah, you seemed to figure out I’m gay before I told you.” he chuckled, reaching one hand up to fix his hair again.

That seems to be a nervous habit of his, and it’s fucking cute. Of coarse.
So is everything this boy has ever done in his entire life.
Just fucking adorable.

“Do you not want to be out?” I asked him in a quieter tone, making sure nobody else could hear.

“I just don’t want people to make fun of me for it,” he shrugged.

“If anyone has anything bad to say about you, they can take it up with me first.” I promised him, making the dimples on his cheeks appear as he smiled.

I remembered when I first came out when I was around 16, it was fucking terrifying.
No, I didn’t run on stage while they were announcing homecoming queen and steal her crown, admitting than I’m bisexual then running off stage, but that does sound like something I would’ve done.
I tried to make it as normal as possible, I didn’t really like being in the spotlight back then. Now I’m one of the most well known people in Baltimore, let alone just my crappy high school, but that’s not the point.

I just showed up to school one day, kissed the guy that I was into at the time on the lips in front of my peers and their shocked expressions.

I never really looked or acted like the average gay dude so everyone was surprised, but once I explained that I liked girls and guys everyone thought it was just some kind of phase. Ignorant people always think that bisexuality is just some stepping stone on the way of coming out completely and saying you’re gay.

Funny, two years later and I’m still wildly attracted to both girls and boys.
Never really grew out of that ‘phase.’

“Thanks, Jack.” he mumbled, leaning his head over so it would lay on my shoulder.

My heart skipped a beat when he touched me, making me smile and squish him closer to my body with my arm. The annoying feeling of butterflies in my stomach returned, and I bit on my lip to hide an obnoxiously big smile.

A thought that I’ve been trying to push away for the past few days popped into my brain. Something that could cause a pit in your stomach, but somehow also make you feel lighter than air. It would build my hopes up as high as a fucking tower, then send them crashing back down to Earth to shatter.

What if?

What if Zack chose another boy that he wanted me to hook him up with?
Seriously there are tons of gay kids in this fucking school, but he had to chose the one that could take my breath away just by glancing at me?

What if Zack had never even seen Alex in the first place?

What if I actually had a shot to date this beautiful boy?

As soon as the question came across my brain, I instantly pushed it away.

What the fuck is wrong with me?
Who am I becoming?

Sure, sure, Alex is incredibly sexy, and his personality was adorable and charming.

But this has to be some kind of joke or something, right?
I finally get the chance to be with the girl I’ve always dreamed about since I was a fucking kid, but to do it I have to resist the temptation of the angelic looking boy I’ve become close to.

Alex was just a slippery stepping stone on my way to finally be with Stella.

There was no way in hell I was going to let this cute, pretty, little blonde actually take over my brain and cloud all my judgement.

He was distracting me from the big picture with his doe eyes and fancy accent.
From this point on, I have to stop the butterflies and they way he makes my heart melt.

Stop letting him affect you.

“Babe, aren’t you cold?” I asked him in attempt to start up a new conversation, but I was now really confused about why he was wearing a tank top in November.

“Yeah, I had a flannel but then I kinda dropped it in a puddle on the way to school, so…” he trailed off looking up at me.

I laughed hysterically at his charming clumsiness. I wondered how that possibly could’ve even happened but I probably didn’t even want to know.

“You walk to school?” I asked him curiously.

“Yup,” he nodded, popping the ‘p’ as he spoke.

“That sounds shitty, you don’t have a car to drive or something?” I decided to just keep asking him questions because I was getting to know him better.

“My mom won’t let me get a car till I’m 18.” he told me, my eyes widened.

I forgot he’s only 16, damn.

“Aww, you’re so small!” I exclaimed, making us both laugh.

Wait, if he’s only 16… has he ever had a boyfriend before?
I have to remember to ask him that later.
Not for me, because it’d be very helpful to know that while trying to set him up with Zack.

“Shut up,” he laughed, nudging my arm making me chuckle.

“I can give you a ride to school.” I offered him, smiling as I watched his face light up.

I’m sure that walking to school early in the morning was a terrible way to start a day, and I seriously wouldn’t mind starting my day with seeing his cute face.

“No you don’t have to, it’s fine. My mom drives me sometimes.” he politely declined, shaking his head.

I rolled my eyes at how excited he was a few seconds ago, and now he’s just pretending not to be desperate for another way to get to school other than trudging on the broken sidewalks of Baltimore.

“I want to! It’s fucking freezing in the mornings, and plus it’s gonna start snowing soon.” I insisted.

“I’m sure I’d be way out of your way, I live off Thames street-”

“Dimples, I fucking live on Thames street, we’re practically neighbors. I’ll give you a ride home from school today and you can show me your house.” I told him instead of offered, watching his lips turn up into a smile.

“It’s a waste of gas.” he came up with.

“You are not a waste of gas.” I told him stubbornly, but he seemed to be nearly just as hardheaded as I was.

“But-”

“No buts, unless we’re talking about your butt, because damn you have a nice ass.” I interrupted.
I decided that right now was just as good of a time as any, and smacked my hand firmly on his ass, shamefully squeezing the cheek that was cupped in my hand and was pleasantly surprised.

Even fucking better than I imagined it being. Damn.

Alex, who I am sure has never gotten his ass grabbed like that before, gasped and shoved my hand away with surprise of my reckless attitude, shocked that I had the audacity to touch such a private part of him.

That private part that’s been fucking teasing the crap out of me, the way he swings his hips while he walks should be illegal.

“Jack! Fuck off!” Alex’s voice cracked with embarrassment, with a bright red face trying to keep himself from laughing so he could get his point across.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been wanting to smack that perky ass of yours ever since I first saw you.” I shrugged.

“Funny, I’ve been wanting to smack you in the face ever since I first saw you too,” Alex responded sassily, looking over at me with amusement in his eyes.

“Shit, it’s so fucking hot when you talk back to me dimples.” I admitted with a groan, letting my imagination go elsewhere.

I wonder how talkative he’d be while I’m drilling him into my mattress.

“Well, if you keep talking crap like that then you’d better get used to it.” Alex warned teasingly, it’s like he fucking knew how much he was turning me on right now.

Fuck him, but also I want to fuck him.

“Mmm, gladly.” I bit my lip, looking down to gaze at his his sharp collarbones that were peeking out from the edge of his tank top.
I trailed over to the side of his neck, the soft, smooth looking skin displayed for me to imagine the gorgeous sounds he would make when I’d kiss it.

The delicate sensation of warm lips and soft nips would let those walls he put up crumble down. He’d stop trying to resist his temptations and give into my touch, and l’d slip my arm up his shirt to let my hands finally explore those slim warm sides.
His head would tip back to let me taste every inch of his skin, as he lets out a soft moan from the way I was making his hormones crazy with desire with a few simple touches.

“Oh my god, stop looking at me like that.” I felt Alex elbow me in the ribs, bringing me back to reality.
He raised his eyebrows at me, and stared at me with striking brown eyes that narrowed in annoyance.

“Like what, babe?” I teased, smirking at him.
He huffed out a frustrated breath and shook his head.

“You’re eye fucking me!” he scolded.

“You have a problem with it?” I pressed, watching his jaw clench and nose crinkle up.

Aww, he’s so fucking adorable when he’s frustrated.

Alex was about to say something just as someone opened the door as they walked into the school late, letting the numbing November breeze blow inside at full force. He shivered and pressed the side on his body into me, crossing his bare arms over each other in attempt to preserve heat.

I smiled and held him tighter to my side, using my other hand to unzip the hoodie I was wearing. I slipped it off my arms and placed it on his shoulders, he sighed lightly with relief and shoved his arms through the sleeves quickly.

I didn’t know he was that cold, he could’ve asked for my sweatshirt to keep him warm a while ago.

I could think of lots of ways to warm him up.

I did my best not to let my jaw drop at the sight in front of me. Alex didn’t bother to roll up the extra long sleeves on him and let them cover his hands. It was a little long on him but I found it even more adorable, and the fact that he was wearing something that was just on my body felt amazing.

I wonder what it would be like if he more my boxers, oh shit… Don’t get a boner, Jack.

He was walking around, flaunting my hoodie on his sexy body, it was almost like I was claiming him and telling everyone else to back off.
How is he simultaneously the sexiest and cutest guy I’ve ever met? Like what the hell?

“Oh, are you cold now?” he asked me, with a concerned look on my face.

“No, I’m fine. You just look good in my clothes, dimples.” I told him honestly.

The blush returned on his soft cheeks, and he lifted his hands to zip up the hoodie so he’d be completely concealed from the cold, and covered in me.
He smirked jokingly at me making me chuckle, I bit back a dorky smile.

“You can wear my soggy flannel in my locker, if ya want.” he offered while laughing.

“Sexy,” I smirked, making us both laugh.

Notes

HEELLLLL YEAH
ALEX IS GAY AS FUCK
SO IS JACK
EXCEPT HE'S NOT HE'S BISEXUAL
AND LOVES STELLA

R I P

i am so sorry that this took so long to update
and im really really sorry it's not even a good update its just a bunch of shitty dialogue
i promise the next chapter i post is going to be a lot more interesting and not boring like this one, it involves jack doing one of his deal things
i'll try to post it soon

alex and jack aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh
jack is trying to not like alex
but he does like alex
and alex likes him
BUT THEY CAN'T LIKE EACH OTHER
UGH

i meant to post this 4 hours ago but then i forgot i am sorry
it is here now

i just did my nails and they look somewhat decent and im super excited
i don't know why im telling you guys that cuz i'm sure you don't care but it's a big deal

Alex's outfit
Jack's outfit
(they both look so cute ahh)

it's 9:30 pm why the fuck am i so tired
i have school tomorrow
cann i skip and just read/write fan fiction all day


OKAY IM GONNA STOP RAMBLING ABOUT STUPID STUFF
thank you guys for reading this!!!! it means a whole lot to me! <3 <3 <3
plz leave a comment or something if you feel like it to tell me if you like it and i will try to update this as soon as possible!! :D