Naïveté.

Chapter three.

(TW: Mentions of rape, drinking)
That day, Alex sat with Jack's friends during lunch. Just like Jack told him to.
He felt out of place in their conversations; they talked about sports, women and parties that they were planning.
All things Alex didn't like.
"Say, Alex, you ever been to a party?" Jack looked over at the boy, his eyebrow cocked.
"No.. I don't like them." Alex shook his head.
The older boy feigned hurt, placing his hand on his heart. "I don't know if this is gonna work out.."
Alex rolled his eyes at the man beside him and shook his head.
"I'm kidding. I was wondering if you wanted to come to a party i'm hosting Friday night."
Alex didn't know what to say.
"Okay."
Was he okay with this?
Should he be?
What about their date?
"You'll have fun, I promise."

He promised. So that should mean he will have fun, right? He will.
Friday, Jack allotted him some time after school to go home and change for the party.
Jack wanted to come inside, but Alex insisted that it was a bad idea; he hadn't told his parents yet.
All this time, the only thing running through Alex's head was 'What will Jack like?'

After settling on a lovely little black cocktail dress with sleeves, he went back out to Jack's car, which was parked a little ways away.
Alex's mom thought he was going somewhere with Rian tonight, since Rian knows how to drive, of course.
She was dead wrong.
"Damn, baby." Jack smirked when Alex got into the car.
"You look sexy."
Alex blushed, mumbling a small "Thank you" in response.

When they arrived at Jack's house, Alex was astonished at how lovely it was.
"Your house is so nice," He smiled. "It's so.. Clean."
"It won't be in a few hours, that's for sure." Jack winked.
Ignoring that, Alex followed him into the kitchen.
"Do you want me to set things up or something? Like, snacks and stuff?"
Jack could barely contain himself, turning to face the boy with a small smile on his face.
"You're adorable."
Alex tilted his head like a confused puppy, but Jack didn't answer his question.

Only a few hours later, Alex was surrounded by a bunch of drunk seniors, and he honestly could've left right then and there, if Jack wasn't pulling him by the wrist into the kitchen and convincing him to do a shot.
"C'mon, it's fun! Just one, for me?"
Alex was scared to deny him.
He took the shot, grimacing at the taste and feeling.
But he didn't throw up.
"That's my boy!" Jack shouted over the music, pulling Alex in.
What was happening?

Not so much as a half an hour passed by and Alex was drunk. Jack wasn't drunk, though.
The older boy offered him some wine earlier, to which Alex refused, but now Alex had drank at least a half a bottle of wine, which was a lot for someone who never drank before.

The clock struck 12 and Jack began to usher people out, not responsible for any accidents waiting to happen, even though he urged at least 3 people to stay sober to drive some of those knuckleheads home.
Once Jack and Alex were finally alone, Jack made his move.
Gently pinning the drunk boy against the wall, he grinned; his hands tight on Alex's hips.
"Hey," Alex slurred happily, his arms wrapping around the back of Jack's neck.
Jack didn't respond, instead leaning down to kiss the boy, to which Alex reciprocated happily.
His first kiss and he was too drunk to know it happened.
Alex didn't notice the hand creeping under his dress until it grabbed his bum.
The shorter boy simply moaned into the kiss; every touch feeling so, so good to him right now.
"You know I want you," Jack all but growled into Alex's ear, earning another moan from said boy.
"Mm, you can have me."

Four words.

It wasn't long until Alex was naked on his back underneath the older boy, letting him take advantage of him.

Was this rape?

Alex didn't wanna think about it.

The next morning, he still didn't wanna think about it. He had a hellish hangover and was convinced that he was dying, but throwing the sheets off of him to see he was naked scared him even more.

It wasn't a dream.

Fuck.

He was in so much pain in both ends of his body, he was surprised that he managed to get out of bed and run to the bathroom to puke his guts up.

Jack woke up shortly after him, scratching his head and looking around for the younger boy.
"Alex?"
"I'm in here," Alex called weakly, slumped next to the toilet.
He had never felt worse.
Jack pulled on some boxers before he came to Alex's aid, thankfully.
"Shit, are you okay?" He asked, crouching down beside the sick boy.
Alex shook his head.
"Did we.. do anything last night?"
Jack nodded, "You got drunk and we had sex, why?"
Alex was seriously this close to having the worlds worst panic attack.
"Hey, hey, it's okay! It's okay, I promise, I used a condom and everything."
Then came the tears.
"I was saving myself for someone who I really loved," He choked out, barely able to control the flood now.
"But you love me, don't you?"
Alex looked up at Jack, hardly seeing him past the tears.
"You love me, Alex. I know you do." Jack cupped Alex's chin.
Alex threw himself at Jack, wrapping his arms around him tightly as he sobbed, a weak cry of "I do love you, I do," following soon after.
Jack smiled, holding the boy tightly against him.
"See? Everything is okay. You know I would never put you in harms way."
"I know.."
"Here, lets get you dressed, okay? I'll make us some breakfast, then. Sound good?"
Alex nodded, not wanting to let go of the only thing keeping him sane right now.
He hated Jack only 10 minutes ago, though. What the hell was happening?