Why Don't We? // Jack Avery fanfiction

school bells and days from hell

There's almost nothing I hate more than waking up to the sound of my alarm on a Monday morning. It's possibly the most frustrating feeling ever. Especially when you just want to sleep. Without even lifting my head off the pillows, I grab my phone and turn off the alarm, letting myself get a few extra minutes of sleep before having to run to school. Unfortunately, those few extra minutes turned into almost 40 extra minutes of sleep. As I wake up for the second time, I scramble out of bed and sprint down the stairs, I don't even bother brushing my hair, or teeth. I go to the cabinet in the downstairs bathroom and gargle some mouth wash, quickly spitting it out. As I'm almost out the door, I realize that I'm still wearing my new pyjamas. Aka Jack's clothes. I love them. The way they still smell like him. They make me feel so safe. In a rush, I run back up to my room, change, and run back downstairs, quickly throwing on a pair of shoes. As I grab my phone and my bag, I look at the time. Maybe if I sprint, I won't be late.

I walk into my Photography class about 7 minutes late. I feel my hair sticking to the sides of my face. My teacher, nods at me as I walk in. "I'm so sorry I'm late, I overslept.. I ran here as quickly as I could." I say, apologetically, catching my breath from all the running I did. "It's no problem Emily. You're my top student, so of course I can let it slide." "Thank you so much." I say, sitting at my normal seat. Photography is the one class I'm really, really good at. I get good grades in all my other classes, but photography is my thing. Every day, I go to the dark room, put my headphones on, and develop my film in peace. It's the best feeling ever when my photos turn out. The only negative thing about the class is that Madeleine and her friends are all in this class. Normally they leave me alone, but after my last run in with them, I'm still very cautious. I spread my film across the table, deciding which pictures to print before I go into the darkroom. Just as I've selected a picture to print, I hear someone saying my name. Nobody in this class ever says my name, since I'm not friends with any of them. I ignore it, assuming they're talking to someone else. "Emily!" The voice says again. This time, it's coming from right behind me, and I recognize it to be Daniel's voice.

"Daniel!" I say, wrapping my arms around him. He hugs me back. "Oh my gosh, this is great, now we don't have to try to make new friends!" He says. "We?" I ask. Almost as if on cue, Corbyn walks in with his signature vintage windbreaker jacket, and Jack follows behind him. Corbyn runs up to me and picks me up, before quickly bringing me down. "Emily!!" He shouts excitedly. "Corbyn!" I should back, jokingly. We both laugh, until Daniel and Corbyn start arguing about the lyrics to some song. I quickly break away from them and walk up to Jack. He takes a few steps to the left into the dark room. I follow him. There are about 8 or 9 other students developing their film, but it's okay, it's extremely dark and the room is huge. Probably the size of 2 normal classrooms. He gently puts his hands on my hips and walks a step closer to me, and then a step closer. I fill in the distance, and take the final step, leaving no space between us. "Hey, Em" he says, putting his forehead against mine. "Hey Jack." I whisper, looking into his eyes. There's barely an inch between our lips. I feel Jack leaning in, and I begin to lean too. He gently puts his hand behind my head to pull me closer. We kiss for half a second before we are interrupted. "Jack?? Emily??" Daniel calls from the other entrance to the darkroom. "Crap." Jack mutters under his breath. We quickly seperate, and Jack rubs the back of his head. "We're over here, Buddy." He says. "Oh good! I thought I'd lost you guys. It's dark in here!" Daniel says. I can't help but to giggle. "Well Daniel, it is called a dark room." We all laugh, and go back out in the light, so I can show them how darkroom photography works.

As I'm mid lesson, explaining exposure to the boys, Madeliene walks in the door wearing a red leather skirt, fishnet leggings, a red lace crop top, and red thigh high boots. You would think that's enough red for one person, but nope. She's also wearing a red purse, red lipstick, and a red beret on the top of her head.