Decisions- A Lams High school AU {CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN}

8: Blackout pt.3: A Harsh Attack

A/N: Here's another long chapter for you guys. Btw we're almost at 100 reads! Thank you so much for reading my story! I actually wasn't expecting my first story to get reads this fast. Here's some angst so you can all hate me Enjoy!
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=Alexander's POV=

Nights like those with Thomas feel good, I think, but they come with a price. I couldn't get out of bed this morning for ten fucking minutes because of that goddamn pain in my lower back, and moving around hurt like a bitch. It took me at least ten more minutes to find the stupid Ibuprofen bottle, and If I moved any faster I probably would've started crying. Sitting down in that wooden chair this morning was extremely painful, so imagine what it felt like to get squeezed and thrown by the giant cinnamon roll Hercules!

The pain is starting to subside by now, thanks to the ibuprofen, but I have other things to worry about now. For one, I HAVE MY LAURENS BACK! Two, he actually looks pretty upset right now, and I have no idea why. Maybe it's because we have gym today, but he loves gym class. Come to think of it, I never really see him upset. The only time I have before was when he found out about my depression. And it was only because he cared about me.

There has to be something seriously wrong for him to be legitimately upset. John is just too sweet all the time, I swear. John normally didn't try too hard with his appearance, but today he looked like an absolute wreck; his hair was mangy and tangled, his clothes looked all wrinkled, and his eyes were all puffy and didn't have that usual sparkle they always did. He was an absolute mess! Though I am jealous; he doesn't have to try very hard to look hot.

       I'll have to speak to him about it later. He jus- wait what? Hot? I have a fucking boyfriend now, what is wrong with me?! Besides, John is my best friend. I can't think like that. Maybe I should just pay attention to this 'squad meeting' thingie that they're having. I'm guessing I'll be a part of these more often.

       "So, Alexander, what exactly happened after you left?" "Well, um..." shitshitshitshit! How do I explain this to John? Deep breaths Alex, deep breaths. Give a logical explanation. "So, after I left I went to this high school that also had an eighth grade part to it for advanced students. They apparently had 'super high' expectations, that were easy to meet by the way-" "That's because you happen to be the smartest person ever!" John cut in,

"You do know that you were an all A+ honor student and never got anything wrong, right?" He says incredulously. Well he's not wrong, "Sh-Shut up John!" I say, punching him in the arm, embarrassed. In my last school, I was bullied for being so smart and short, so I had left instead of taking the high school as well." I pause to think, rubbing my unusually sweaty hands on my thighs. "After getting into all of these other high schools, I decided that I should just be normal and go to a regular high school. So here I am now."

"Huh." John says, seeming satisfied with my answer. "That makes sense I guess, but why did you stop answering me?" Oh god, what do I say?! Uhhhhhh.. "Um... new phone?" "Oh," I can tell that he doesn't believe me. I can feel my face heat up with embarrassment at my lie, so I get up and grab my bag at the other table. "Um, Alex?" I hear behind me, "Yes?" I say, stuffing my computer and textbooks into my bag. "Where are you going so suddenly, mon amie?" Lafayette's French accent follows. "Uh, well, I wanted...to...make sure my bag was packed before we have to go?" Real smooth Alex.

       "Alex, we have twenty minutes before we have to go." Eliza says. "Well, i-it's just, like, this type of OCD, y-y'know?" I say trying to come up with a reasonable explanation without looking stupid, but only manage to dig myself into a deeper hole. "Mhmm..." Peggy and Angelica say in unison. Everyone else just stares at me oddly. Ohhhhh I'm failing. Mission abort! Mission abort! I quickly finish packing my bag, hoping that they'll forget about this whole awkward ass encounter. It's like I can feel their eyes on the back of my head though. I can feel my face heating up more at this point.