I Love You Like A Blink Song (discontinued)

Chapter 1

Jacks P.O.V

 I really didn’t wanna go to school today but summer was over and I had to because we had important exams coming up in a couple of months and I actually need to pass or my parents will kill me. I forced the covers of and sat up sharply inhaling the cold air that was circling the room. I walked over to the wardrobe and picked out some jeans, my favourite Blink-182 t-shirt and flung on a jumper that was lying across the chair at my desk. I messed up my hair, gave my teeth a quick brush and headed downstairs to make some breaky. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I took it out pressing the accept button without even looking at the caller ID

 “Yo dude” I heard my best mate Rian say on the other end of the line.

  “Hey dude sup?” I said more enthusiastically than I would have liked to have sounded.

  “Hurry up! Zack and I are outside waiting on you, if you don’t move we will be late” he said sounding a little more agitated with each word.

 “Yeh okay dude chill! I’m just coming!” I hung up and headed straight for the door picking up my bag on the way out.

Rian and Zack were waiting for me in the car so I hoped in and we drove off heading straight for Dulaney High school. As  soon as we arrived we headed for the office to pick up our timetables.

 “Hey what you guys at first?” Zack asked quietly as he never was one for saying much

  “urm I have English and then music.” I said sounding quite annoyed that those were my first 2 classes. I mean don’t get me wrong I love music but not at this time of the morning especially on the first day back.

English passed really quickly and as usual Mr Wilson gave us his annual first day back homework which our class loved. NOT. I headed across the block straight to music and checked the board to see which class I would be in and it clearly read: Jack Barakat, Miss Jardine, room 32A. I headed to the top of the corridor were room 32A was and discovered I was in a class with Zack and our friend Josh Franceschi. We chatted away happily but were interrupted when our head teacher Miss Momsen came in and told us to settle down.

 “Good morning class and welcome back to another glorious year at Dulaney High” She stated more cheerfully than usual 

“Who played with her titties this morning” Josh whispered sending giggles through the whole room.

 “Unfortunately Miss Jardine has had to leave due to family issues so she will not be teaching you this year. So I would like to introduce you to your new teacher Mr Gaskarth”

 A tall man with ash brown coloured hair and dark eyes. He looked as though he was in his early twenties. He  wandered aimlessly into the classroom.

 “Good morning Taylor!” He greeted Miss Momsen as he came in and wandered over to the desk and placing down a heavy looking folder.

  “Yes good morning Alexander. I trust you shall be okay with the class now? Any problems don’t hesitate to give me a call.” And with that she wandered away out of the room and started down the long corridor in her heels.

 “Okay if you hadn’t already worked it out I’m gonna be your music teacher for this year. My name is Alexander Gaskarth but you can call me Alex or for those of you who feel that is rude then you can call me Mr Gaskarth!” He smiled happily before he continued talking.

 “So here are some of my class rules I expect you to follow:

 1.  If your gonna chew then make sure you have enough for everyone including me because I do like a good bit of gum.

 2.  You are allowed to swear because well it’s impossible not to and you are only aloud to do so as long as no one else hears you.

 3.  I don’t particularly like handing out homework because then I actually have stuff to mark and there are better things I could be doing so don’t expect much homework.

 You follow those and it’s gonna be a great year! Okay so now I want each of you to come upto my desk and tell me your name and which instruments you wish to study for this year!” He grabbed a piece of paper from his folder and started writing on it.

  I was the first to be summoned to his desk. I took a moment to study him as he wrote. His brown hair flopped messily in his dark eyes. He was wearing a bright yellow checkered shirt, skinny jeans and what look like a blink-182 top. I like him already. He stopped writing and carefully placed down the pen turning to face me.

 Alex’s P.O.V

 I turned to face the boy in front of me. He had skunk like dark hair and a silly smile planted on his face. He was wearing a blink-182 top with some skinny jeans and a jumper. Hm I like this kid already. I snapped out of my thoughts and started to ask him questions.

 “So what’s your name?” I asked politely putting on a small smile.

 “Jack Bassam Barakat. But most people just call me Jack or my friends call me Barakat.” He replied with a slight giggle.

  “Well Mr Barakat which instrument do you wish to study this year?” I asked rather interested as to what sort of instrument he could play or was interested in.

 “Um well I play guitar so I was hoping to study guitar for the year. If that’s okay?” He replied hesitantly.

 I asked him to go fetch a guitar from the cupboard and play me something. He came and sat back down beside me guitar in hand and started to strum away at a song that was all too familiar to me. All the small things. I couldn’t help myself I started to hum the tune and sing the words. Before long I was belting it and Jack seemed to be getting right into the guitar. The song ended and the whole class just stared at us before clapping and cheering as loud as they possibly could.

  “Wow where did you learn to sing like that?” He asked with a shocked expression on his face.

  “I used to be in a band in high school Mr Barakat. And well done on the guitar, it would be wrong of me to tell you not to study it this year. You may return to your seat now” I smiled.

  The bell rang and class ended. I dismissed the class but asked Jack if he wouldn’t mind hanging back a few moments so I could speak to him. He told his friends he would catch up and shut the door.

“Well Mr Barakat, It seems we have gotten of to a good start and I suspect it is going to be a good year. I have this song I think you might like to practice on the guitar, I will give you this copy of the sheet music and you can have a look at it. You may leave now. Please close the door behind you and oh one more thing I really like your shirt!” I said sending a seductive wink in his direction. The boy just giggled and headed out closing the door behind him like I asked.