-Sorry for the confusion. But there is going to be a month of school left. message me if you have any questions.-
*Jack J P. O. V*
I don't understand life at this point. Everything is just way out of control. I don't like it. I had everything planned, college, and then work. Have a dog named oreo. And thats it.
But no. I just had to reply back to jack. If you thought i was depressed before Jack, then i must be way past depression now. I hate looking into his eyes, just to fall into a wonderland of imagination of what me and jack could have, but most likely won't happen. So, you might expect me to go back into his arms, and we'll have this amazing picture-perfect summer. But that my friends, will not happen.
For summer, I will most likely sit in my room, watch the leaves turn to a bright color that will sicken me to my core.
Leaf subsides to leaf.
I think that's how it goes..
But long story short, I don't care anymore. I don't care about this unknown prick, I don't care what happens to me anymore. I just simply don't care.
Today is the second day back to hell. And let me tell you, I somewhat miss it. I don't miss school, I just miss waking up every morning and stepping into the hot shower, the steamy drops replenishing my skin, then making myself a coffee. I like mine pure, and with that bitter taste.
I walk into the school, with my head down, hood up. Just like old days. But like old days, its seems that i have tried to hard to avoid the unwanted attention, and i got the attention i tried to avoid.
As i walk down the hall, the glances that the random kids who have never said a word to me, grit their eyebrows in confusion and judgement. Son of a fucker.
I go to first period, and sigh as I slide in my seat. Getting glances from jack, Cameron, Taylor, and Aaron. Fuck.
But the day rolls by surprisingly smoothly, until lunch of course. That is when I sat by myself, but people gave me horrible looks.
Then their was this kid who flipped me off and I didn't give a shit until he called me a depressed freak..
"Why you talking shit yo?" I push my seat away.
"Cause your a suicidal freak" he laughs.
Then I punched him, cause I'm fed up with the bullshit. The room fills with 'ooh's' and I continue to punch him until I see someone running to us in the corner of my eye, then we're pulled apart and I breath heavily with my teeth clenched. I never truly felt an Adrenaline rush, like this.
"Go to my car. NOW" says the person who split the fight, which is jack. I grab my backpack, sling it over my shoulder, wipe my lip, and slam the doors, walking outside and to his car. I lean against the car and try to control my breathing.
A few minutes later out comes jack and his eyes fill with worry when he sees me. He rushes over to me and grabs my face, but i push him off and scoff. He looks shocked and hurt, but I could care less at this point.
"The fuck do you think your doing?" i say through grit teeth and slap his hand away
"I... Uh..." he stutters and i smirk
"Whos the one stuttering now?" i smile and push him off, walking to 4th period.
Then of course. Theirs his hand that grabs my wrist and pulls me back into his chest.
"Don't be smart with me" he growls and i push off him again.
A/n- Kms... Like im so sorry i haven't updated. But a little bit of jolinsky for you
