Change My Mind, Change My Heart (Jalex)

Real Life Just Isn't Right - Chapter 9

Jack's P.O.V.

The weekend was painful, to say the least. After Alex left Saturday morning, I was left with absolutely nothing to do. So I attempted - and failed miserably - to master some of Tom DeLonge's guitar parts. By Sunday night I was about ready to tear my hair out due to boredom and frustration. Although, honestly, I could never do that - I have too much pride in said hair. 

Monday proved to be just as frustrating. After a doctor’s appointment that prevented me from getting to school until the end of lunch, I had two classes where Alex and I had somehow been seated as far apart from each other as possible. The only contact we managed to sneak in was a brief bathroom make out session that led to us being late to Math. Not that we cared.

My torture continued when Alex had his detention after school, with Mrs. Shea, whom Alex had promised to apologize to. I found myself sitting in my car after school, listening to The Foo Fighters and resisting the urge to bang my head on the steering wheel.

Since I'm seemingly paranoid, when Alex was twenty minutes late, I got worried and went looking for the older boy.

After ten minutes of searching, I discovered Alex with his back to the lockers outside of the detention room, talking to somebody. I was briefly irritated (but not at all jealous) that he had blown me off for this guy, before I realized who, exactly, the other man was.

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Alex's P.O.V.

After finally getting out of the hell hole the school likes to call detention, where I had, indeed, explained myself and apologized to Mrs. Shea, I somehow managed to drop my binder, which sent papers flying everywhere.

Since all of my fellow detainees were so polite and considerate of others, I was left to gather up my things by myself. Once I had everything sorted out, there was only one other person left in the hall. My heart stopped when I realized who that person was.

Andrew Smith was staring maliciously at me with his cold gray eyes. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself pushed up against the lockers.

His warm breath made my skin break out in goose bumps, as he whispered in my ear, "Nice to see you again, babe. It's been awhile, hmm?"

I shakily replied, "D-don't touch me. Don't c-call me that. Get the fuck away from me."

He laughed bitterly, pressing his body against mine, with one hand sliding around to cup my ass, "Now, why would I want to do that? Everyone’s gone home by now. I don't see why I can't have a little fun with you, there's no one to stop me."

The air was sucked from my lungs when I realized how true this was. Then, clinging desperately to some shred I hope, I said, "M-my boyfriend is waiting for me. He-he'll find us."

The man just shook his head, smiling wickedly at me. His other hand started to slide under my shirt, and that's when I went into full on panic mode, letting my instincts kick in.

My instincts told me to knee him in the groin.

And punch him in the face.

Apparently, this was an effective combination, because he instantly crumpled to the ground, swearing incessantly. 

I turned on my heel, ready to run for my life, when I saw Jack staring at me with shock. I stumbled over to the boy, and collapsed into him.

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Jack’s P.O.V.

Though it was nearly impossible, I somehow managed to get the trembling, sobbing boy into my car. Since he was obviously in need of calming, I drove to the one place that always helped me relax when I was upset. The harbor.