just friends ; jalex

5

he's never gonna fucking drink again.

not cause of the hangover or anything— that's the least of his worries. no, it's the fact that he makes so many dumb fucking decisions while hammered.

exhibit a: kissing jack barakat.

monday morning, when the skunk-haired boy wanders nonchalantly into homeroom, alex grows nervous. he wonders if jack'll bring up the kiss; if he felt the same way alex did.

it's been consuming him all weekend, eating at him, an insatiable voice inside him screaming: "kiss him again!"

but he can't, he can't, he can't.

jack grins at him. "hey, lex."

"hey, jack," alex responds easily. fuck, why can't shit go back to the way it was? when he was perfectly straight? 

speaking of, maybe that'll help...

he looks around the classroom, searching for a girl he could tolerate. he knows he's cute— not many would hesitate to date him. his eyes land on one girl— lisa, he thinks, skinny and brunette and annoyingly bitchy.

yeah, perfect.

"so," he says, playing it perfectly cool, "whaddya think of her?" and jerks his head toward lisa.

jack regards her, confused. "i dunno much. why?"

"she's pretty hot," alex lies, all casual. "i was thinking of uh, you know..."

"asking her out?" jack's expression is unreadable. "you should. maybe then you could kiss someone for real."

thanks, jack. "maybe we should find you a girl too," alex jokes, "don't you need a proper kiss?"

jack scratches his head, eyes wandering off into the distance. "i've had one, haven't i?"

oh, god, alex could just die right here and now and he'd be perfectly alright with it. bring a shovel, he pleads to zack, hoping the message will telepathically send.

it, of course, does not, and zack does not walk in with a shovel to bury alex right there and then. a tragedy, really.

"anyway," jack goes on, "you should go for her."

(should go for you, alex thinks.)

"yeah," he says aloud, "i think i will."