Hope

Chapter 18

Jackson's pov
7am
Dylan and I are on our way to school. I'm scared to go back. Since everything came crashing down, Dylan and I have been skipping school. I know for a fact people are gonna start asking questions, and what are we supposed to say?
"Hey, if anything happens, we stick together, alright?" Dylan said. I nodded my head; he kissed my temple.

We walked in the doors holding hands, and suddenly, we get dirty looks. All the attention is on us.
I dont get it. We always walked into school holding hands and literally no one gave a crap until now.
Am I in a parallel universe?
I heard faint whispers like, "I heard their brothers now.", "Ew what the fuck, their brothers.", "Apparently brothers can date now."
What in the world is happening?

Dylan's pov
Jackson told me what happened. How did they find out? We're not even brothers.
"Jackson and Dylan, please come to the principals office."
What now? Jackson and I looked at each other with confusion.

"So, I heard you two are dating." The principal said.
"Yeah... and?" I questioned
"You see, I can't allow that."
"What- why not?" Jackson asked
"Because you two are brothers" he looked at us with a 'Dont act stupid' face.
"No we're not, our parents- well, my mom dropped the wedding." Jackson defended.
"Lies" he stated
"So you believe a bunch of assholes, and not two students who literally dont cause harm?" I ask. My blood is boiling.
"This relationship needs to be done with."
"Wh-" The principal stopped me from speaking
"End of discussion." He escorted us out.

Jackson and I are at my house.
"Today was the worst day." Jackson said with a low tone. I nodded and sighed.
2 hours passed by.
"I'm gonna go see my mom." Jackson said.
"Good luck." I gave him a smile and a kiss for good luck.

Jackson's pov
I was thinking about knocking, but I still live here.
"Mom?" No answer
I then saw my mom surrounded with bottles of alcohol.
"Mom, no. Please tell me you aren't drinking."
"Fine, I won't tell you." I looked at her.
She was never like this when dad passed. She did grow into a depression, but she got through it. This, this is way worse.

I walked over to her.
"Get the hell away from me." She drunkly said
"Let me help you"
"You know, I wish your dad had a condom."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because if he had a condom on, you wouldn't be here."
"How could you say something like that?" I gasped.
"Did you really think I cared for you? You ruined my entire life. You ruined my chance of being happy. You destroyed everything just to save your useless relationship."
"Mom, you dont mean that" I began to choke.
"What if I do mean it?", "Just get out."
"No, I'm not leaving you."
"JUST GO!" She yelled as she threw her bottle at me.
Just as she demanded, I left with tears streaming down my face.