Enormity // Jalex

17. Im tired of holding up your back up plan.

Hey, couple of updates,

1,sorry for the wait and the length and the quality as usual, I feel like death warmed up with this hangover but hey, I met some cool people last night.

2,ALL TIME LOW ARE TOUING WITH YMAS AND THEN PIERCE THE VEIL ARE TOURING WITH SLEEPING WITH SIRENS AND BOTH TOURS ARE IN THE UK AT THE SAME TIME NEAR ME *Dies*

3,I had my results day yesterday and I did really good which means I might be able to apply for uni in America next year and stand a good chance hurray!!

Anyway hope you enjoy.

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Problems started to arise for the two boys from then on and it all came down to two factors; one was the fact that Jack had completely invaded Alex's privacy-he felt extremely guilty-and even worse was that Alex did know just how far that privacy had been invaded and also, despite the Prince voicing it three times now, Jack was yet to say he loved Alex back it upset him more than he expected it to.

It caused a lot of hassle, petty fights and going to bed--separately--upset. Alex had distanced himself claiming Jack didn't give him enough space to think but Jack had a real problem with that because surely if Alex wanted the boy to love him back then letting him be close was key? Obviously Alex didn't see it that way.

Alex was playing the game though, and very well at that. He was pissed of as fuck-even though he had no right to be-that Jack didn't love him back or wasn't man enough to voice it and he was going to get the boy to love him one way or another and his first trick; play hard to get.

It wasn't until Alex blew off their hunting trip that he'd promised, that Jack noticed what he was doing. Alex loved hunting with Jack and he knew it. In all honesty the pair were being like a bunch of immature kids, arguing over the stupid little things that didn't matter, all because Alex was holding a grudge over Jack.

Obviously they still divulged in the odd kiss, quick and brief but there was no sneaking out at night, no make out sessions in locked chambers and certainly no whispered promises late at night curled up in bed together.

"I'm going hunting later." Alex announced out of the blue one sunny morning while Jack whipped around, cleaning his messy chambers. It was as if Alex had gone out of his way just to put everything out of place so Jack had to work extra hard.

Jack, who had been dusting Alex's chambers while the boy wrote out the new guard by order of his father, was a little shocked at the sudden statement and wasn't entirely sure why he'd announced it either, unless he wanted Jack to come with him. "Uh, ok, want me to come with you?"

Alex glanced up at Jack without moving his head, he looked almost disgusted at the idea, "no, please get the horses ready for noon." He replied with a soft, particularly evil smile.

Jack spent the rest of his time cleaning Alex's chambers huffing about and angrily placing stuff too hard down on surfaces and purposely scrubbing the floor till his hand rubbed raw. Alex had some fucking nerve to speak to him like that when he was clearly trying to make things up to him. Just because he wasn't ready to say those three words back and Alex was treating him like a fucking stranger for it. He was mad to say the least.

Blood started to poor out of his hands and he cursed loudly, sitting up in the middle of the floor and inspecting the wound, ripping his shirt and wrapping it over the skin. Alex looked up, disturbed by a ray of foul language and upon seeing the blood on the floor he hopped up, walking tentatively over to his servant. "Jack?" He asked quietly. No response, "Jack are you ok?" He bent down and placed his hand furtively over Jack's, only to have the contact ripped away a second later.