Clairemont High Book 1: Jalex

So... Hey guys! This is my new story <3 so basically, what this is is a series of books, and each is from a different couples' perspective! Some will be really deep, some will be a little less, but I'm soooo excited to finally be getting this out there for everyone to read! I'll try to do regular updates, but no promises! I love you, and enjoy!

-Maye

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Clairemont High: The biggest hell-hole on Earth. I swear to you I'm not over-exaggerating. The food sucked, the teachers couldn't teach, and your fellow peers were out for blood and there was nothing you could do about it except take the beatings they gave you.

Maybe I'm just biased though. I mean, I was never very good at making friends. In fact, I was never very good at anything, really. I was terrible at sports, my handwriting was that of a five year old, and I couldn't draw to save my life. I couldn't even bring myself to look decent enough to get a boyfriend. My dark hair fell against my face in the most unattractive ways no matter how hard I tried to fix it. To top it all off, I looked like an oompa-loompa, A fat oompa-loompa.

I had just left Advanced Literature. My next class was gym, which was just fine and dandy. I loved getting half naked in front of super ripped or skinny guys with amazing hair and confidence. I didn't even have any friends in that class with me, so gym was just an excuse to get the crap beat out of me 'accidentally'.

"Alex!" I turned to see my friend Rian waving at me, a boy with dyed hair beside him. I was pretty sure that I had a class or two with him, but I couldn't be sure. I shoved my books in my locker and quickly ran up to them.

"What's up man? I have gym in like five minutes." I patted Rian on the shoulder. I was trying my best to avoid eye contact with the guy beside him because he was undeniably attractive.

"That's what I need to talk to you about! This here," he gestured to the attractive boy. "is Jack Barakat. He was transferred to your gym class and I thought I would hand him off to you since I have calculous next. Is that cool?" I nodded and waved my hand for the boy, who I now knew as Jack, to follow.

I don't know why I had to bring him with me to class. Couldn't he have just gone on his own? Rian knows I only like a select group of people.

We walked into the locker room. I grabbed my gym clothes and went to change in a bathroom stall. I just hated having to look at other guys' bodies; it made me extremely uncomfortable. Jack grabbed his and changed in the next stall over to me. Funny, I had never met someone who changed in the stalls like I did. Maybe we had something in common.

"Jack, I'll meet you in the gym, okay?" I told him and ran to gym. I don't know why I was so eager to get there though, I was just going to get pelted by dodge balls or hit in the legs with hockey sticks.

Jack joined me in the room of death and sweat a minute or so later.

"So Jack..." I started. "Why did you get transferred to this gym hour?" was that an awkward question? It probably was. Oh God, he probably thinks I'm really weird.

"I needed gym credits, so they replaced my free period with this damn gym class. I really hate sports. I don't even like coming over this way because, when I was a freshman, someone came bursting through the doors and basically head butted me to the ground. It hurt and I swore off gym or any kind of sport forever, but now it's unavoidable so..." He drifted off. I laughed at him a bit.

"Don't worry man, I hate sports too. I couldn't catch a ball if my life depended on it. I don't really have any terrifying freshman-year stories, unfortunately. I kind of wish I did though so I could scare the new freshmen. I mean, how could you not love watching them squirm under intimidation?" I wiggled my eyebrows and Jack laughed. Hey, I'm amusing.