"No Homo" - Jalex {Alex Gaskarth, Jack Barakat}

Chapter 1 - Anything more interesting than Shakespeare

Pov: Jack

I was, like always, sitting in the corner at the back of the classroom in english class, and I was doodling a few band logos on my notepad.

I was actually supposed to use this notepad for english stuff, but who fucking cares. And my favourite bands sing in english anyway, and english is english.

As I completed drawing the Blink-182 logo, I looked up. Literally all eyes were on me. What the bloody hell was going on, I thought to myself.

I was normally the kid who was always in the corner of the classroom and who had maybe three friends. Like, slighty nerdy. Too nerdy to be cool, but too normal to be a nerd.

I know you all are still thinking about the stereotypical quite boy with the glasses, but that's not me. I'm not that type of quiet kid. I'm not cute. I'm punk rock.

„Jack Barakat?", our english teacher, Mr. Sykes spoke, „Would you mind explaining what could possibly be more interesting than my presentation about Shakespeare's Hamlet?"

A few of the classmates were giggling.

Actually, there were many things more interesting than Shakespeare's Hamlet. Music, for example. Or that Blink logo. Or the brand new guitar I bought yesterday with all my savings. Or the cookies my mom baked yesterdsy. Or the cute boy named Alex Gaskarth, who is laughing at me right now.

„Jack? Are you even listening to me?", Mr Sykes spoke.

I opened my mouth.

„I... um... I... I just.. yea", I managed to stutter. Damnit, I hate it when everyone looks at me like I'm a fucking freak.

Professor Sykes stared at me for another few seconds, then he proceeded to continue with the lesson and left me alone.

At the corner of my eye, I saw Alex pulling his perfect face to a grin. I raised my head and looked at him. He then looked away really quick and blushed a bit.

Well, if someone would catch me staring like that, I'd blush too. Whatever. I quickly pushed the thought, that he could possibly like me too, away.

Since I didn't want to get caught drawing a second time by Mr Sykes, I started daydreaming about Alex.

I know this seems weird to some people, but I have developed a huge crush on Alex. On some days he's all I think about. I'm an obsessed horny teenager.

I just likes the way his brown eyes sparkled when he looked at something. I liked his hair and how he always tossed it out of his face, so he could see what was in front of him - but just to have the fringe falling back on his beautiful face and covering his eyes two minutes later.

We didn't talk that often though - he was one of the more populsr kids, and I wasn't popular at all, but sometimes we talked about Blink-182, Green Day and other bands.

I knew that he liked singing, and that he had an acoustic guitar and an electric guitar too.

That was pretty much everything I knew about him. Oh yes, and once I shared one of my moms famous cookies with him, and he said it was delicious.

He also had a few crumbs hanging from his lips while he was eating the cookie. I would have loved to remove those crumbs, preferably with my own lips. And fuck him right afterwards. Did I already mention that I'm a horny teenager?

But guess what?

Alex Gaskarth was Mr No Homo number one, so I had to get those weird thoughts out of my head, and I also had to pay attention that I didn't accidently tell my thoughts to my parents, or I'd be in deep shit. I'm always scared that it might slip out of my mouth, when I don't pay enough attention. Many parents are homophobic, and I think mine are too.

If anyone except me can relate to this - please be my friend. But if you want to be my friend, you should like my friends too. I really like all of my friends a lot. I know that I sound like that typical white girl who loves her friends about every-fucking-thing but dumps them as soon as someone else comes along. I'm not like that.

I was with the same people for the past three years at school, and I'm so thankful for having them.

Tony Perry, one of my oldest friends, who gave good advice, Richard Olson who only wants to be called Ricky Horror because no other name was "gothic" enough. And of course Hayley Williams, who was Blink-182 obsessed like me. She loved dyeing her hair in weird colours and she hung with us because she hated girly slut drama.

My thoughts drifted away from my friends and I caught myself daydreaming about Alex and looking at him again. God, he was beautiful. I wanted to kiss that face. Or hug him really tight. Or just fuck the living shit out of him.

I know, dirty headed teenage boys like me could get scary.

While I continued admiring his face, I think he must have noticed my gaze on him. He looked up, slighty confused. I gave him a tiny, friendly smile, because I didn't want to come off as a creep or as that one unfriendly kid that stares at you in the bus but wouldn't smile.

He smiled back at me for a few seconds, until I broke of the eye contact. If I would have looked at him even longer, I would be creepy as hell.

The school bell rang, and everyone including me started packing their books in their bags and stuff.

As I tried to pack my crayons in my bag, for some reason my hands didn't exactly do what I intended to do.

All the crayons ended up scattered around my desk. „Clumsy Jack!", Hayley exclaimed and laughed, with Tony joining in. I giggled a little bit, then sat down and started picking them all up.

I have bought this set of 60 color pencils only last week, and I swear to God if the chalk in any of them is broken.

Ricky then sat down and helped me with picking them all up.

„You're really clumsy", he shook his head and smiled.

Alex, who just had walked by, asked: „Need any help?"

He. Is. Talking. To. Me. God. How did breathing work again?

„Um... yeah of course", I said, stuttering like shit.

He smiled at me, and sat down and helped picking them up.

„Why are you kids taking so long to pick up those silly baby crayons?", I heard an angry voice behind me. Mr Sykes. Fuck you. He started counting from ten to zero.

Alex literally threw the stuff in my pencil case, and Ricky checked the floor for any other pencils.

Then we all ran off before our fucktard of an english teacher could give us any detention.

„Sorry that I almost got you all in trouble, sorry", I said to my friends and Alex, as we were walking to music class. I hoped the weren't angry at me. Luckily, they all just laughed it off.

We had music class now, and I was looking forward to it, because I overheard some conversation about some contest, and I know, that out music teacher, Mikey Way would announce them to us.

We could call our music teacher Mikey, because he said that "Mr Way" makes him feel old.

„Have you heard about the rock cover contest?", Alex asked all of us.

„Yeah", Hayley replied. I just nodded, even though I didn't really know much about the contest.

By now we had reached our classroom, and Alex went to his clique while I stayed with my friends at our usual place.