Alone // Jacky Vincent & Ryan Seaman

Chapter 13

A/N: Just saying that this chapter may involve a lot of POV switching AND I thought of an idea for Jacky, even though it's a bit shitty. Also, sorry it sort of ends in an awkward place, I just wanted to post it. I wrote most of this a while ago, but I just got access to a computer to post it so yay! I'll try to update a lot to make up for that little break I took. soRRY xo

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I was definitely more nervous for the second day of school, rather than the first. I should have just avoided everyone yesterday.

I was early when I got to school. I left before Lydia to avoid dealing with her shit. After what happened yesterday, I really don't want to have any conversations with her. At all. Ever. Maybe I'm overreacting, but that was fuckin rude.

I walked around in the halls aimlessly. There was still almost an hour until first hour started. I had nothing better to do.

I stopped when I got to my locker and stood against it, like we did every morning when we were extremely early. This time I was alone though. I was going to text Jacky, out of boredom, but then I remembered he was probably at school doing the exact same thing. Or maybe he started sleeping in and going in on time. Maybe he hasn't gone back there yet. What if he's still sad. What if leaving made it worse. He told me a few days before I left that he would go back soon, when he felt better. And that was right before he kindly escorted me out of his room. Or, made a sound and pushed me through the doorway. Thinking about him made me worry even more.

And then I realised that I didn't really care if he was asleep or at school, or decided not to go and he's listening to Motley Crue in his room. I needed to know he was okay, or if he hated me; anything. I didn't really stay to see how he reacted.

I got my phone out of my pocket, and scrolled my contacts until I found Jacky's number. I decided to just send "hey", and see where it went from there. I honestly was just hoping he'd answer at all.

I stared down at the screen for a while, waiting for the little 'read' to appear at the bottom. At least then I'd know he was alive then. Alive. It's terrible that I even take that into consideration. I worry. That's just what I do.

-Jacky's POV-

"You have to go back sometime!" My mum yelled up the stairs. I pretended I couldn't hear her. I was not going to school. At least not for a while. She knows what's going on, so I'm at least glad she's not forcing me to go.

I've been staying in Ryan's room for multiple reasons. The main reason being that I'm sick of being in mine. Another one being that all his stuff is in there, so It's like he never left. He hadn't even made his bed before leaving.

"I'm serious. You can't do this." She opened the door and turned on the light, not giving me any warning that I was about to be blinded.

"Why not?" I mumbled, pulling the blankets over myself.

"Because. You can't just stay home for no reason."

"No reason?" I looked over at her.

"Fine. So you just want me to wake you up when September ends?" She asked, putting a hand on her hip; clearly oblivious that she had just made a Green Day reference. I laughed to myself, completely unintentionally. Honestly, how would I not laugh.

"I was being serious. This is the last day I'm letting you stay home, but you're not staying in this room all day." She left the room, closing the door behind her. I would just go back to sleep, but she left the light on. The annoyingly bright light that's never on anyway. That's why there's a lamp. Because lamps don't blind people. Lamps aren't assholes. I've been indoors too long.