Your Just A Day Dream Away (On Hold)

Chapter Thirteen

~Jack's POV~

The walk from home to school was quiet and peaceful, sure the roar of a commuter's engine could be heard but it wasn't as obnoxious as any other time I could remember. The sky was a bright blue with fluffy clouds that looked much like bunnies littered across its. Even the sun was especially bright today, casting a heavenly glow upon the world below making it look almost picturesque.

From the moment I woke up this morning I just knew today would be the day that I --once again-- would make my existence known to Gaskarth.

How exactly I planned on doing so was still up from debate.

Set something on fire?

Jump atop a desk and declare my feelings for all to hear?

Maybe he'd appreciate a serenade?

The possibilities seemed endless and much to my embarrassment, downright silly. I'd need a plan, that much is for sure, it's not like I can awkwardly craft an advance, no way, he'd never fall for that.

I still had time, hell, I had eight periods to come up with something of meaning.

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~Alex's POV~

I woke up this morning feeling especially dreadful of the long and tedious day ahead of me. Avoiding Jack would only get harder, I wish I could speak to him without the fear of my father somehow finding out.

The worry, curiosity, and sheer horror of what my father would do to him--as promised-- ate at my mind like no other. How, Where, If and But ran around in circles, just one after the other. There was no need of worrying about why when it was clear that it was I who could be blamed for him becoming the target of a good man gone bad.

If you could so much as call my father a man....let alone an actual person.

I needed to fix this.

I needed to pull my head out of my ass and tell Jack what's been going on. He deserved that much.

But you aren't even together? Why should you feel the need to justify your actions when in truth by even trying to tell him you'll endanger the both of you.

The reasons were solid, and more or less perfectly logical, but the feeling I got in my chest every time the raven haired boy crossed my mind was enough to surpass all logic.

I couldn't tell which was more frightening, my father's threats or the reckless rush the thought of Jack sent coursing through my body.