Drowning in a River of Denial (Jalex)

Well I Can't Pretend That I Don't See This

Hey hey!
First off; I love Tay Jardine and I love WATIC and everything said is- obviously- made up. 
Enjoy!

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Jack

I stepped into the cafateria when lunch came, spotting the table our group sat at everyday. Matt, Rian, Zack, Alex and Tay all sat around laughing, Rian even clapping his hands in amusement. I approached, taking the seat next to Alex.

"Hey guys," I greeted once they'd finished laughing. Almost immediately, Alex brushed his hand against mine, almost as if her were silently asking if we were still doing the hand holding thing. I grasped his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Where were you?" Rian pondered out loud, shovelling some of the pasta his Mum packed him into his mouth.

"I got held back in class to finish my homework," I explained, adding a shrug.

"I told you to do it, Jack!" Alex scolded, knocking his shoulder against mine.

"Sorry, Mum," I teased, poking my tongue out.

"Don't you think it's slightly creepy calling me that?" He smirked, raising his eyebrows and giving a discreet nod at our hands. I snorted quietly, shaking my head at him. Playful bicker was shot back and forth between us, completing zoned out of what everyone else was doing. But I slowly became aware of the fact Tay was watching us- or just Alex.

I loved Tay, in a totally harmless friendly way, but the thought of her and Alex being together made me feel all sorts of unexplainable things. Maybe "unexplainable" wasn't the right word; I'm sure I'll figure out what the fuck I'm feeling is, I just can't really figure it out- or I haven't tried to. 

The feeling was kind of... Jealousy? Maybe it was the thought of Alex and Tay together, hyperthetically? But that didn't make sense; I didn't like Tay like that. Tay was my friend, and sure, we flirted a lot, but it never meant anything. The only other possibility I could think of was me liking Alex, in a more than friendly way. 

What am I even thinking? Alex is straight and I'm straight, so how come I'm even considering that? Shaking head in attempt rid myself of those thoughts, I tried to think of something that made sense to me. 

But I came up with nothing else. I could only come up with one answer; I liked Alex. I liked Alex. My eyes widened at my realisation, turning my head and scanning my eyes over him, my eyes landing on our joined hands. That can't be right...

"Fuck," I whispered to myself. Alex fixed his eyes on me, raising an eyebrow. "Hit my knee on the table," I lied, offering a smile.

"You idiot. Want me to kiss it better?" He teased, smirking. 

"Please?" I joked back. But for the first time, I found myself blushing at the sarcastic offer. 

"Well... Okay," He pretended to be persuaded, but ended up chuckling and turning back to whatever Tay was babbling about. 

The rest of the day was the same; me watching Tay like a hawk, trying to wrap my head around my liking Alex (if that was the case, which I highly doubted), purposely doing things to keep Alex distracted from Tay... I guess you could say I was being slightly possessive. But really, Alex and Tay together? I did not want that. 

Tay wandered beside Alex and I as we left school, trying to match her strides with ours. Atleast she wasn't coming over to Alex's  with us after school. And then I remembered, neither was I. 

I'd came home to get changed after running out of clean clothes to wear at Alex's. Mum was home, probably asleep. I sprayed hairspray all around my blonde and dark hair before turning around to see my Mum standing in the doorway, her body weight leaned against the frame.