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The Têachers Pēt~Seeing Jay~7

Alexander's POV

School was dread. But I welcomed it with open arms. At least it was far better than being at home.
No sooner than leaving the hospital, I was almost put back in it. 'I thought the point of us moving around was so that we were NOT found', I said to myself tiredly. My so-called "parents"(That bastard George) had turn CSI on my ass and launched a hard blown full head of questions. Before I could even answer him I got hit for not answering him; fast enough it would seem.
Unfortunately I spent four weeks in that horrible place they "saved lives". I mean, if they wanted to "save my life" as they said they should've let it ended. That was far better than being here. But then you'd leave your poor mother behind to bare all the wrath of 'that man', my conscience seemed to be telling me. And what about Jay? Wouldn't you like to see him? ‘It would be nice to see him again’, I mumbled to myself. You think he would want to see something like you? The voice in my head said, it seemed to be visiting me more recently lately. And the way he said 'thing' made me cringe.
I was always torn by the fact that I had to be listening to these weird 'noise's', (as I called them) in my head. Sometimes they bickered so much I get a headache. My thinks they "visit" me because my lack of friends. 'Like how can I keep a friend when we move every goddamn time?!'
I had left my locker now walking nonchalantly to class. I had never been too fond of school since it never held anything for me anyway.
All through me I felt a surge of different emotions. I've never had feelings like these before. I had no idea what to expect. Would he be glad to see me? Or will he be angry? Will he even care? Of course not you idiot! I flinched unconsciously. 'Maybe I should skip his class'.
Just as I was about to build up the courage and walk away, I felt my body being hurled inside an empty classroom.
I fell on the floor and hit my head hard. My already bruised hips bruising more.
I cowered out of fear when I realised I wasn't the only in the room. Someone big and muscly (based on their shadows trajectory) was there as well. I whimpered and contracted within myself. Protecting my most important parts and preparing for the blow.
The figure crouched down.
Brought its hand to my face, and I held my breath and closed my eyes. My body was already battered and bruised and I didn't feel like I could handle anymore. I felt the corner of my eyes wet; unshed tears of days of regretfulness urging to come out.
But before the figure could even grace its wonderful fists with my pathetic self, my voice unconsciously voiced its opinion, hoping to soften the beasts' heart.
"Pp-please don't hurt m-me", I said. So weak and pathetic even I hated myself. I kept my head down hoping, no praying, to any miracle in existence to grace me with its presence. But ofcourse, even miracles hated me.
"Alexander? Baby?", said a voice I gravely missed.
I didn't respond. I couldn't. For I was scared. Scared of the fact that the man I may or may not be in love with saw me in this ungraceful state.
Scared of the fact that he has seen me at one at my lowest point, cowering and begging to some unknown entity.
And mostly, scared of the fact that now, the only person who ever paid any attention to me, is going to hate me. And worst leave me.
The unshed tears that I was clinging so desperately to, hoping they would not fall, betrayed me. They burst out like an over flood dam. Unable to retain its virtue. Drop by drop they fell; and each drop that came out my eyes shattered my heart in even finer pieces. I didn't want him to see me like this. I didn't want his view of me to change into the disgusting spectacle before him. I wanted to have, even if it was the tiniest piece, of his heart in view of me as a normal high school student.
But I knew. I knew it would never be. I knew it would have happened eventually. There has never been, and never was, a way to delay the inevitable; no matter how hard I tried. No matter if I finally found someone, someone that I liked, the universe is just always against me.
………
Liked. I said I liked him.
If that wasn't enough to shatter my already shattered heart well… let's just say this heart has run its course.
And if ever I felt the need to  kill myself, it felt nothing like it does now.
Reality running me over like a monster truck ×10.
The confusion finally showing that I Akaito Black, likes my teacher Jay Saunders, in a more than friendly manner.
And if that wasn't enough reason to bawl my eyes out; then I don't know what was.
So I did just that.
With only one thought in my head.
Fuck me.

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This was supposed to be published with the republication of chapter 6, but like always, wattpad keeps on f**king up. Any way, hoped u enjoyed this chapter xoxo

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