REWRITING Burn You Alive

It's The 5th Day

[A/N: Oh god. I totally won’t explain why I didn’t upload this. What’s important is that I update it. :) I’m really sorry to those who really read this. Please vote and comment because it really encourages me to defeat my greatest challenge and the reason it almost became a month as to why I haven’t uploaded. That fear’s name is…MOTHER. LOL XD Anyway, enjoy and don’t forget to V, C and F. ~Nick]

[Jazz’s POV]

It’s almost been a week since the clubbing incident happened. Five days to be exact. I truly and honestly don’t know what happened that night. I was in this hotel room the moment I woke up with a killer headache; alone and only in my boxers. Checking my body to see any signs of struggle from rape, luckily, I found none.

After putting on my clothes; which were miraculously clean and neatly folded, I got out through the door to hear groaning on the room next to mine. I know this voice. The voice is definitely Travis’s. I’ve known him long enough to know what he sounds like. The sound stops.

I began to go near the room where Travis’s voice came from when suddenly; a Colin in briefs came out the room looking pleased and satisfied. I waved at him and left the hotel. I couldn’t bring myself to look my friends in the eye since then.

Addams has been avoiding me after our little “get-together”. I mean, he suddenly appears all cocky, announces he’s gay, intrude my home and life, and after all of those, he ignores me. Me. ME. ME! I mean, who does that?

Today, it’s been the third week since he’s started avoided me. I’ve gotten used to it and told myself, ‘If I want him to notice me,’ and don’t know why I would want that, ‘I have to beat him.’

I’ve worked my brains off for days. More test results were announced and shamefully enough, he beat me. And so I decided to study harder. I feel as if the books and gang-banging my brain. Especially science. That subject is torture. And my studying finally paid off!

Know why? Well, during science, which I chose to attend, the teacher announced the test scores.

“…the person who got the second highest score in the test is Alexander Addams with a score of ninety-nine out of a hundred.” Mrs. Romero said happily.

This made me smirk widely.

“And the person, who perfected my test; who got a full one hundred is none other than Mr. Jazz Lewis! ‘Grats, hon.” I didn’t show it, but was dancing on the inside. My friends smiled and some patted my back. This result just showed me I could beat Addams. I spared a glance at Addams, and like most days, he didn’t even look at me and kept a bored expression on.

I frowned. My chest tightened just a bit and I don’t know why. Am I going to let some mentally retarded gay guy ruin my day? Aw, hell to the no! But I involuntarily looked at him at the corner of my eyes.

He was looking at the returned test paper intently. His face broke into a wide smirk and he slowly stood up from the chair and strode to where the teacher sat writing something on her folder. Addams whispered something in her ear and showed her his paper and pointed out something. Mrs. Romero scrunched her nose a bit and sat down checking his paper.

After a while, she silenced the class to announce something. Addams returned looking smug to his seat where his fangirls waited. Some of those girls used to be in my club…

My thoughts were cut when Mrs. Romero said, “A minor mistake, you guys.” She giggled. “Out of a hundred points, Mr. Addams got a hundred and four. I forgot about last week’s assignment with additional points. Now, goodbye, class.” She ended the class as the bell rung.

Dull. I’m feeling dull. I froze in my seat. This can’t be happening. I was so close and because of some fucking additional points, that stupid molester won again.