(Jalex) The First Step Towards Repair

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Alex

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. In one of the classes. Jack introduced me to his friend named Rian. Pronounced Ry-an, spelt with an 'I' instead of a 'Y' and that was his middle name. He seemed pretty nice in general. If he was one of Jack's friend, then I guess he isn't so bad after all.

When the bell rang, everyone grabbed their things and scrambled out of their seats, all heading towards the exit. I brought my --- Jack's --- pen along and then just strolled out of the class. Since he wasn't in the same class as me during the last period, I decided that I could hand him back tomorrow, or something.

I let my mind wander while I walked towards the exit, thinking about what I should do.

"Remember to see the therapist after school, sweetheart!" my mum's words echoed in my head and I sighed. Of course. The therapist. Joy.

Suddenly, I bumped into someone and I snapped back into my surroundings, noticing the a familiar person in front of me. Where the hell did I see him before?

I walked out of the classroom, heading towards the cafeteria since it's lunch time when suddenly someone bumped into me. "Watch where you're going, you piece of fuck!" he scowled and I looked up, spotting a student that was rather large in size. "Sorry," I murmured, deciding that it was best to not to offend him because seriously, he looked like one of those jocks at my old school. That wasn't a good thing. "You better be," he spat before pushing past me roughly and I stumbled back, nearly falling over but I managed to regain my balance.

Oh. I bumped into the same guy. Again.

He looked fuming, and that was definitely not a good sign. I mumbled an apology again but obviously that wasn't working now. "Second fucking time you bumped into me today," he snarled and pushed me again, "are you asking for trouble?"

"No... I didn't do it on purporse, I swear," I tried to explain, but he ignored it and before I knew what was happening, he swung his fist at my face and I staggered back from the sudden blow. I felt something trickling down my nose and I gently swiped my hand across it, finding a crimson red liquid. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. I was bleeding. Fuck. I quickly looked around and ran towards the direction of the washroom. As I did so, I heard him call out, "You're going to regret bumping into me, fucker!"

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Jack

I walked out of my class when the bell signalled for the end of school, heading to my locker and dumping my school stuff in there before closing it shut. With all the crap messily thrown in there, it'll probably take a few more weeks to be crammed full. I sighed and continued towards the exit when suddenly I noticed a familiar figure running to the restroom. Was that Alex? Curiously, I followed that person, slowly pushing the door open to reveal the person whom I was expecting --- Alex. Not in the condition that I was expecting him to be in though, his nose was bleeding. My eyes widened in concerned and I rushed towards him, "Oh my god, are you okay?" He nodded as he continued to wash the red liquid off his nose. My brows furrowed in worry.

"What happened?" I asked and he shook his head. "You can tell me," I urged on and he raised a hand, indicating for me to give him a bit. I nodded and went to get him some tissue paper to dry his face and he took it gratefully after he finished washing off the blood, wiping his face.

"Who did this to you?" I asked again, though I sort of regretted doing that since it felt that I was forcing him to tell me. "Well I mean, you don't really have to-"

Suddenly, Alex broke down into a sob and sat down, hugging his knees as tears flowed down his cheeks. I frowned and sat down beside him, rubbing his back soothingly. He started rambling about his whole life at his previous school to me - how his so-called 'best friend' betrayed him and how he was constantly abused by the jocks every single day in that hell, and how no one bothered helping him. He told me about how everyone just stared at him helplessly as he got beaten up every single day, about how he had no friends there because Luke left him and no one dared to make friends with him, because they all knew they'd get beaten up.

I felt really angry at them and at myself, clenching and unclenching my fist as I tried to control my anger. Fuck. He wouldn't have broken down if I didn't ask him... and... why'd anyone do this to him? Alex didn't seem like a bad guy. I continued rubbing his back soothingly. "It's okay," I whispered, trying my best to comfort him.

Alex nodded and wiped his tears on the sleeve of his shirt before he slowly got up. I stood up and walked out of the restroom together with him.

"Do you want me to send you home? With a cab, I mean," I asked and he shrugged.

"I kinda have to see my therapist today..."

Jesus Christ. It must've been really hard for him if he had to see a therapist. I gave myself a mental face-palm. Of course it was you idiot, he just broke down in front of you.

"I can hail a cab for you to bring you there if you want," I offered and Alex nodded gratefully.

"Thanks," he murmured and I gave him a smile.

"Well, that's what friends are for, am I right?"

I watched in satisfication as his lips curved up into a small smile. I made him happy.

That's actually a really wonderful feeling to do...

Making people happy.

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A/N: yay for super cheesy ending because I can't think of anything else to write! Woo-hoo!

Update: Can't think of a proper title... sighs.