Your Just A Day Dream Away (On Hold)

Chapter Four

~Alex's POV~

My first class of the day was math, who ever put math in the morning is seriously mental. My head still pounded from all the crying I did last night. I should be use to his words by now..but I wasn't.

I often wondered what exactly I had done wrong. I get good grades, I don't complain nor do I ask for things. I was a parents wet dream.. or at least that's what I'd like to think., all my parent did was point out every crack and smudge in everything I did..

I liked boys, maybe that was it.

Perfect sons aren't suppose to dig dick. I've always known I was gay, how the school and my dad found out is a mystery in itself. I thought it was quite sickening for a man-no a father to single handedly destroy his only remaining son, both physically and emotionally. Even a little mentally.

I hadn't noticed before until some kid standing at the locker next to mine coughed and looked at my hands before asking if I was okay, a good question because I could lie like I usually did and say yeah. But looking at how tightly my fists were clenched to the point where my knuckles were white could tell any on looker I was full of shit.

''No I'm really not'' I said almost laughing towards the end because I knew this kid didn't even know what he truly was asking me. I shut my locker and arrived two minutes earlier.

The class was still empty , even the teacher had yet to arrive. Once the bell rang the class officially started.. along with problems one-through-thirty on page sixty-seven. I only needed eight more problems when the door opened. I felt my heart skip a beat and cheeks flush a dark red when I saw him. He was slightly taller then me with dark brown- almost black hair with blonde streaks styled in a swooping/spikey fashion.

Jack Barakat, in my eyes was the definition of beautiful, even his name made my stomach flutter. Mr. Michaelis told him to sit in the back row. I sit in the back row! except he was at one end and I was at the other. Typical.

'What if he's not gay..'

God dammit...I really do hate myself for thinking. The small that came from his arrival was gone almost as quick as it came and left my with broken dreams and a slightly crushed heart.

If there's a way to turn off your mind, please! someone tell me!

My over obsessive 'write down every detail' thing I had going on for as long as I could possibly remember would surely kill me in the end. Even with my phobias,anxiety, and trust issues I was determined to meet this Jack Barakat.