We'll Share The Sun (A Jalex Fanfiction)

Chapter Three

JACK'S POV

Alex smiles. "Yeah, we do."

I breathe a sigh of relief. I don't know why, but I really want to be this guy's friend. Maybe it's the fact that I only have one other of my own, or that he, on his first day, currently has zero. Or maybe it's because I want to make up for what happened on the bus, which shouldn't really have been a big deal, but for some reason was. You know what? Screw Rian Dawson. Not that I would want to. I shudder at the thought.

"So tell me," Alex says, straightfaced. I glance at him. "Have you had this teacher before? Should I be prepared for her to disintegrate on the spot? Cause I've never heard of anyone living to two hundred." I snort, and Alex cracks a grin. The subject of our laughter sends us a warning glare. Yeesh, she really doesn't like me.

"Actually," I say, lowering my voice, "we celebrated her golden two fifty last year. Apparently she has some hold on the school so that they can't make her leave. She probably pays for like, half of it. We can hardly afford a new paint coat." I grimace in disgust as my mind floats to the cracked blue paint that has been there for years, bits of red brick showing through.

Alex laughs unexpectedly. Pushing her golden rimmed glases up the bridge of her nose, the teacher snaps, "Silence!" The rest of the period is spent in silence, with occasional grins sent between me and the new boy when he shows me a hastily sketched picture of the teacher half turned into dust. The guy isn't half bad.

When we are finally dismissed, he asks me where to go for Math, his first period. I direct him down the small hallway, pointing down and then to take the first left. I, of course, have math for my last academic period, which sucks because I hate it and can't get it over with. I run to my locker really quick to grab the binders I need for the classes till lunch, and then walk across the hallway to english. The one good thing about our really freaking tiny town is that our school is small and you're almost never late to class.

When I arrive at the classroom like two seconds later, I see my friend Zack sitting next to an empty chair. The seating is weird in this classroom, instead of desks like normal, there are tables with two chairs to each. I place myself in the seat next to my best friend, and watch in amusement as almost every other student in the class winces at the loud noise my backpack makes as it hits the hard floor. I grin, knowing full well that this has happened every day since school began and won't stop till schools over.

"Geez man, some of us actually have eardrums," Zack complains good naturedly. I stick out my tongue at him; I know, I know.

"Aw, I guess Barakat don't have any cause his parents are always screaming to each other about how much they hate him," a loud, familiar voice says from behind. Rian Dawson, since when is he in this class? Well, shit.

"My parents are divorced, dumbass," I say, not bothering to turn around, or correct his grammar. He's just trying to get on my nerves, and for once, it's not working.

"Yeah cause neither one of them wanted you!" He chortles obnoxiously, his poor logic failing to irritate me.

"And yet. I live with both of them, and you live with? Oh yeah, your uncle." I retort sarcastically. Rian's face turns cherry tomato red, and he opens his mouth to reply.

"You fucking bast--"

"Hey! Language," the teacher warns, walking into the room with her hands holding a mug of coffee and the lesson plan, I assume. Zack grins at me before pulling out his binder and taking down the notes on the board. I suppose I should do the same, but there's really no point. I swear my friend is like some genius or something, and the most studious person I know.

I pull out my homework, relieved that I bothered to do it instead of just shrugging it off like I usually do. It wasn't all that bad, just really boring. And I mean, come on, if you're gonna spend like seven hours in school the teachers should at least have the decency to let you have a life when you get home.