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My Personal Angel

Four

“You look hot Alex, just go to fucking school already,” Jack groaned while sitting on my bed.

“I look like the fucking 90s threw up on me, what are you talking about I look hot,” I asked.

“Look, you can either believe me or you can wear sweat pants. At this point you’re going to be late if we keep arguing. You pull of the post grunge look but what does it matter?”

I sighed; I didn’t have the time to change or anything. I’d just deal, I wasn’t uncomfortable but this really wasn’t me. I grabbed my bag from next to the dresser and ran downstairs, Jack followed with incredible speed. I grabbed a Monster from the fridge and went outside, grabbing my skateboard from the front porch. I quickly began my ride to school as I drank the energy drink. I didn’t see Jack anywhere but I knew that he was still with me, he always was.

I had music in which made the ride a lot more enjoyable. I was listening to music more now than I already was; maybe it was because I wanted a break from constantly talking with Jack. There was never a moment of silence anymore, either he was rambling on about something or he was giving me a warning. There were times I wish I could just tune him out but that was much easier said than done.

I got to school way quicker than I wanted to. I wasn’t a fan of school but I also don’t know many teenagers that are. I picked up the skateboard because I couldn’t skate on school grounds really, they got upset and they’d threatened to take my board before. I walked in, my music still in my ears. I was on my way to the chorus room because the teacher was awesome and let me keep my board in her office. I felt a hand tap my shoulder. I turned around and saw a girl standing there.

“Um, hi,” I said, pulling an ear bud out.

“You’re names Alex right,” she asked.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Here.”

She handed me a piece of paper and walked away. I unfolded it with my one free hand and saw that it was a phone number with a name written above it. I just shrugged and put it in my pocket. That was strange, that only happened in really shitty high school movies. Things like that just don’t happen in real life.

I continued my walk and saw Jack beside me, I knew he was going to talk to me inside my head because I really hated it looking like I was just talking to myself. I mean, of course I was self-conscious of what people thought about me, why wouldn’t I be? We put so much focus on how other people see us that it makes no sense for us to not be so caught up in that. No, I didn’t typically dress the way that someone who is self-conscious does but I still cared very much what people thought about me.

“Hey Alex,” Ms. Bell said as I walked in.

“Hey, I’m just dropping my board off,” I let her know as I walked into her office.

“Okay, that’s fine. While you’re in there can you grab the theory book from my desk?”

I put down my board and grabbed the book off of her desk. I walked out handing it to her; it looked like she was making a test or something of that sort. I walked out of the room and sighed, I might as well go to math because there wasn’t much time left for me to go find Rian and Zack. I walked to the room and saw only the teacher there and I sighed softly, pulling my phone out to text Rian about band practice tonight.

That girl was cute, Jack said.

Why did she give me her number, I asked him.

Maybe because you’re cute and you actually look like you give a shit now?


Okay, rude.

He laughed; his laugh was one of my favorite things to hear now. It was so careless and so free. Jack was growing on me in general. Yeah, there were times I definitely wanted to be alone and I no longer had those times but I always had someone when I wanted them. He always told me the truth, not what I wanted to hear. It was nice, I also always had someone on my side which was different.

Aw, that’s so nice Lex, thanks, Jack said.

Get out of my head asshole
, I retorted.

Now, from what you just said I’m certain you don’t think I’m really an asshole so be nice
.

Why are you like this?


There’s not much more to do in the afterlife?

Notes

So, I was going to get this out earlier except my computer decided to blue screen. I had time to finish writing it and get it out because I had a math test (yay super fun (obvious sarcasm)). I promise this story will pick up soon, I just love their friendship right now and so I'm enjoying writing it.

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9/9/16

Loving the story so far!

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