Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh, take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand?
And wouldn't it be great if we were dead?

I slumped back in my seat and let my gaze lift up to the large clock nailed into the dirty white wall. Seeing the big hand just inches away from the one had me sighing heavily and frowning at the reminder of another hour and a half left in this dump. Sitting up straight, I leaned my forearms on my desk and bobbed my head lightly to the music playing softly through my headphones. Mr. Ralph looked up from his desk, giving me a wide smile before he turned and did the same to Kelly across the room from me. Blushing, I dropped my gaze down to the closed notebook on my desk and hoped he wouldn't call us out for getting the only two perfect scores on last weeks exam again.

"Alright class, listen up!"

I gulped, staring at the blue and green stripes coating the cover of the three-subject book. Butterflies flopped around my stomach and I felt a strong churn in my gut.

"Class is dismissed a few minutes early." He announced. "See you tomorrow!"

I sighed with relief, feeling my shoulders relax instantly as I slipped my notebook off of the desk and into my dark grey messenger bag. Licking my lips, I grabbed my pencil and phone before scooting out of the metal chair. Biting my lip, I let my ears focus back on the quiet music while I rushed out of the class just as fast as everyone else.

I shoved the long strap of my bag over my shoulder and held it close to my chest as I pushed through the crowds taking over the wide hall. Turning the nearest corner, I clutched my phone tighter in my hand and rushed over to my locker. I shoved my phone into my jeans and spun the combination of my lock within seconds, popping the door open easily.

"Jacko!"

I jumped, feeling my earbuds get yanked out of my ears after the loud yell came from beside me. Blinking my wide eyes, I looked over and found a very familiar grinning face leaning against the locker next to mine. I rolled my eyes, pulling my phone back from my pocket and wrapping my white headphones around it nicely.

"Hey Parker." I greeted calmly, zipping my phone in the front pocket of my bag before I flipped it open to take my math books out.

"What do you say we cut History and chill at Pizza Hut?" He suggested, watching me stack the books back on the top shelf with the others.

I slumped my shoulders, nervous butterflies flipping through me at the thought of skipping class. Biting my cheek, I kept my gaze glued to the thick history book pressed into the right side of the locker while I held my bag open with my free hand.

"C'mon, Jack." He pleaded, leaning closer to me. "We're only watching that world war video. You won't miss anything."

I frowned, reluctantly looking over to see his pouty face. I stared into his widening hazel eyes and scowled at the obnoxious puppy face he's pulling on me once again.

"Don't do that." I warned, feeling a weird anxious feeling fill the pit of my stomach. "The last time you did that face you pressured me into going to that stupid party."

"A stupid party that got you to loosen up enough to have some real fun." He retorted, dropping the innocent face with an eye roll. "You can't deny you didn't love that night. I don't know why you won't go out again."

I bit my lip in attempt to fight the blush from rushing to my cheeks while I let out some kind of awkward cough. Swallowing thickly, I tried to push the uncomfortable guilty feeling filling my gut away at the memories clouding my mind.

"There you go again acting all fucking weird." He commented, sort of bringing my attention back to him. "Why do you get like this every time one of us brings it up?"

"Because you pressured me into something I didn't want to do." I blurted, biting my cheek. "You made me lie to my poor mother."

"Your mom was busy phone sexing your dad while he was on his business trip and you know it." He scoffed, pushing my locker shut.

I pulled my hands away just in time to escape getting my fingers smashed and felt a grimace coat my lips.

"Ew, don't say that." I shuddered, crossing my arms in my chest. "And I never said I wanted to go to Pizza-"

"You're going." He decided for me, pulling my away from my locker by the long strap over my chest.

"Parker!" I scolded, struggling to keep up with his fast pace towards the main exit to the parking lot. "You're pressuring me again."

"Live a little!" He exclaimed. "Have some real fun like you did two months ago."

I sucked in a breath, swallowing the urge to blab my memories of that party as I got dragged through the parking lot.
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"Oh my God." I coughed, grabbing the closest napkin and practically throwing the silverware on the table in order to cover my nose.

I blinked hard, feeling water build up in the corners of my eyes while thick saliva piled towards my teeth and the tip of my tongue. Swallowing loudly, more spit piled in my mouth and I felt my stomach lurch.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Cassadee laughed from across from me.

I stared back at her wide green eyes, barely able to hold in my look of disgust when I watched her shove a mouthful of pizza into her bright pink lips. I held my breath, feeling my stomach churn more harshly when my eyes flickered over to Lynn pulling a long string of cheese attatched to a pepporoni into her own mouth.

"Let me out." I demanded, digging my elbow into Parker's side when the greasy-cheese smell got to be too much.

"Wha-"

"Get up!" I said more forcefully, coughing hard into the napkin.

He stared at me in shock, hurriedly slipping from the booth to let me out. I whimpered, feeling spit slip from my lips as I scooted out of the small booth. Ignoring everyone around me, I rushed to the bathroom and shoved the nearest stall door open just as my lunch from earlier burned it's way back up my throat. I gagged, cringing at the chunks and brown color due to the chocolate milk I had earlier. The sight made me retch harder, water slipping from my eyes due to the lack of air getting into my lungs.

"Christ, Jack!" Parker gasped, pressing his hands into my back soothingly as I calmed down. "What the hell?"

"I felt sick." I panted, wiping my mouth with some tissue and dropping it in.

"I can see that." He stated, kicking the flusher for me as I leaned against the cool wall. "What happened?"

"I dunno." I mumbled, feeling my head ache. "I smelt the pizza?"

I sniffed, tucking my hands into the sleeves of my red hoodie before I held my arms out pathetically. I ignored his weird look, wiggling my hands a bit until he grabbed hold of my wrists. He pulled me up easily, patting my back softly once I was standing up on my own.

"You eat pizza all the time." He mentioned, leading me out towards the sinks.

I hummed, furrowing my eyebrows while I rolled my sleeves up. I frowned, turning the water on and squeezing some soap into my palm before wetting my free hand. I rubbed my hands together slowly, making sure to coat them both in soap before I rinsed them off. Once I made sure all the suds were gone, I scooped a handful of water into my mouth and gargled a little. Spitting softly, I switched the water off with my elbow and held my hands over the sink until Parker handed me some paper towels.

"You're right." I pointed out slowly, drying my hands as good as I could with the few cheap towels.

Wiping my mouth, I tossed them into the open trash can and shrugged. Clearing my throat, I took a deep breath and frowned when my stomach remained feeling queasy.

"You should've let me go to history." I whined, following him back out of the bathroom.

"Like I should've let you stay home from that party?" He joked.

I coughed awkwardly, crossing my arms over my stomach self-consciously while I slipped back into my seat. Lynn and Cass immediately stopped talking and turned to look at me like I had three heads.

"There you fucking go again, Jack." Parker commented incredulously, nudging my elbow. "What the hell?"

"What the hell what?" Lynn jumped in, brushing her long hair over her shoulder before she leaned forward on her elbows.

"He's acting all weird." Parker accused, pointing his finger at me.

"No I'm not." I argued weakly, feeling the warmth creeping up my neck when Cass squinted over at me.

"You are." She said suspiciously. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." I answered quickly, grabbing my glass of water.

"He didn't do anything, Parker." Cassadee repeated, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Are you okay though?"

"He acts so weird every time I talk about that party we got him to go to!" He continued, ignoring her completely.

"I'm fine." I answered, sending her a small smile. "Just felt sick."

"Probably because we dragged him there and he didn't wanna go." Lynn giggled, giving me an unapologetic smile.

"Jeez Parker, Andrew's party was two months ago and you're still going on about it?" Cassadee continued, leaning her chin on her hand lazily.

"Because it was the craziest one yet." He scoffed, pointing his thumb at me. "It was so crazy Jack was even drunk!"

"Okay, please stop talking about it." I blurted, ignoring the eyebrow raises from around the table. "I uh...it makes me feel guilty thinking about it. You know? For like. Lying to my mom and yeah."

"Aw, Jacky." Lynn cooed. "You Momma's boy."

"Shut up." I scowled, leaning back in my seat with a huff.

"A Momma's boy and a Teacher's Pet." Parker teased, crunching on a bread stick. "The boy who does no wrong and in result has no life!"

I glared at him, feeling my mood drop considerably from the jokes I usually don't find offensive. Today is different I guess because those comments really pissed me off. If I was a complete Momma's boy I wouldn't have let him talk me into going to that party that changed my whole life. I wouldn't have had my first taste of alcohol and I sure as hell wouldn't have let anything go up my ass, but here I am now after doing both of those things.

"Aw, Jack." Lynn cooed, nudging my ankle under the table. "He's only joking."

"I don't care." I muttered, dropping my gaze to the empty space of the table in front of me.

"Don't be like that, you know I love you." He complained, leaning on my side.

"Get off me, Parker." I groaned, moving to press myself more into the wall. "I don't feel good and you're sitting there insulting me."

"Don't be so dramatic." He chuckled, giving me some space.

"Can you take me home?" I asked, dropping my attitude when my stomach lurched. "I think I'm gonna be sick again soon."

I frowned, taking another slow sip of my water in attempt to keep my stomach calm. Breathing deeply, I sat up straighter and gave the girls a small smile to let them know I'm over the stupid teasing.

"Yeah, okay." Parker agreed, patting my back.

"I was about to force Cass to the mall with me anyway." Lynn informed.

"For what?" Cass asked curiously.

"Sexy clothes." Lynn answered, slipping from the booth. "Call me later, Jacky."

"Yeah, I hope you feel better." Cass added, giving me another smile.

"I will." I told quietly, following Parker out of the booth.

I ignored the twisting in my tummy and allowed myself to be pulled into two tight hugs before we all made our way to the cars. I watched Cass and Lynn get into their car before I climbed in the passenger side of Parker's van. I giggled a little, buckling myself in while he started it up.

"What's so funny?" He wondered, smiling as he backed out.

"I feel like we're soccer moms." I joked, patting the large dashboard of the mini-van. "Every time we drive in your mom's car."

"That's what I hate about this car." He groaned. "Everyone laughs at it and it makes me look like a damn mom when I'm not no mommy."

"You could be." I smirked, glancing over to see him shake his head frantically.

"Hell no." He retorted. "No dude is going up my ass, no offense. That's your thing."

I giggled, relaxing back in my seat while he drove out on the main road. I sighed in content, sitting still when I realized my stomach stopped feeling funny. I hummed, poking it gingerly to see if anything hurt only to feel a hard spot.

"What the..." I mumbled, pressing more fingers into the spot.

"What is it?" Parker laughed.

I shrugged, biting my lip in wonder. Moving my palm over the spot, I felt it take over most of my lower stomach.

"You know, thinking about kids." He went on, pulling on to an unfamiliar side street. "I can't even imagine being a dad myself. That's why I always wrap it up."

I went to nod only to freeze when his words registered in my mind. Gasping I choked on my spit and sent myself into a loud coughing fit.

"Just fuck me!" I gasped, tilting my head to give more access to my neck. "Please fuck me."

"Yeah?" He asked huskily, nibbling my ear. "Gotta find a condom-"

"Just get in me." I whined desperately, trying to rush things before I could chicken out. "I'm clean and-"

"Fuck yeah."

"Jack."

I hit my chest, feeling my heart pound in my ears while blood rushed to my face. I breathed deeply, feeling my fingers fist in the front of my own hoodie while my crazed gaze met Parker's worried face.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He demanded, grabbing my left forearm.

"I need. I think I'm. Oh God!" I stammered, feeling panic rise beneath my skin.

"Calm down!" He called, squeezing my hand. "What are you? What's going on?"

I opened my mouth, feeling it close over and over again like a stupid fish flopping out of water. Memories flooded my mind, my cheeks burning up within seconds as I heard myself crying out and begging for more. I closed my eyes to avoid Parker's and felt my stomach churn with a whole new purpose.

"Jack!" Parked exasperated. "You're freaking me out!"

"I slept with Alex Gaskarth at Andrew Linkon's party." I blurted loudly, keeping my eyes pried shut to avoid his facial expression.

Notes

Another shorter chapter that's kind of the opening still. If that makes sense lol. I promise the chapters will get longer just like my other stories if you like long chapters!! You guys get to meet Alex in the next chapter :D