Walls - A Jalex fanfiction

Chapter 2

Jacks POV:

I sit in class in the morning as this boy comes in. "Who is he?" I ask my classmate Lucas, who's sitting next to me. "I don't know, maybe this new kid from England... the teacher told us yesterday!" I look at him. What? Oh, I should really pay more attention.

The new boy isn't looking very happy... I think to myself. Maybe he had some problems in his old school? Or he just hates people, but I don't care. I continue talking to Lucas about random stuff as the teacher walks in

I listen up as the teacher proves Lucas right by saying that that guy's name is Alexander and he really is from England. Okay, I know his name, that's enaugh. I continue talking to Lucas, but a minute later Dave, the guy next to me, starts laughing. He's looking at Alexander, who's holding a note, aparently written by his mother. I can see him blush before he looks away. Of course I should make Dave stop laughing, but to be honest, I'm scared of him. He's a gigantically huge guy, and he's a year older than most of us (he once failed a class). Besides that he's a bully and wouldn't hesitate to break my arm if I piss him off, so I just stay quiet, hoping that Alexander doesn't take Dave's laughing too personal.

But apparently he is. He looks even sadder now. Nearly... nearly crying. I want to help him, but... can I? Does he even want my help? I'm confused. Maybe I'll talk to him later. As I notice that the teacher is writing something on the board I start copying it, not knowing about what it actually is.

Six hours later, the school bell rings. I pack my things and say Goodbye to my friends. Alexander has already stormed out of the room. Either he was in a hurry or he really was scared. Whatever. I start making my way through the classroom, down the hallway, out of the school and towards the station.

I'm just outside the door as I hear Dave's voice.

"If you come home late, does Mummy worry about her little baby boy?"

Someone else answers,

"Hey Dave. Look, he's a freaking new born. He can't talk yet."

I recognize the voice as Martin, one of Dave's friends.

I spy around the corner and see Dave, Martin, and some other guy I don't know standing in a circle around Alexander, who's standing with his back against the wall. I should really help him, but the last time Dave got mad at me he almost broke my nose and spray-painted the word 'faggot' on my bike.

However, the guy who'se name I don't know and Martin grab Alexander's wrists and hold him against the wall. He's not even struggeling against them, he's just staring at the floor. His hair is covering his face so I can't see his eyes but he's probably crying. Dave raises his fist and aims at Alexander's face. If I don't act now, he'll break his nose. Or his jaw. Or even kill him later.

I know it's a suicide mission, but I take a step around the corner and shout "STOP IT, YOU DAMN FATASS!"

Oh-oh. Dave turns his fat head towards me.

At least he's no longer about to hurt Alexander, but now he's walking towards me.

"What did you just call me?"

((Soooo hello guys! Wow!

We've already got some reads on this fic, that's unbelievable!

Thank you for reading it so far, I'm gonna try to upload a part daily, I hope I can hold my promise cx

Peace, Magda))