Pale blue eyes (Heath Ledger Joker x OC)

Chapter 11

AN/ Thank you all for the 500 views! When I first started writing this fanfiction I didn't expect I would write it up to 10 chapters or that It would have more than 500 views... Every single comment or star means a lot for me, once again thank you for being there: DDD

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Gotham private academy - there wasn't a day in which nauseating feeling in the back of Jackson's head didn't haunt him while starring at the old, brick castle-like building. Today the collar of his uniform itched and the books in his backpacks felt heavier than the usual, so heavy than in fact he felt like his back could crack any moment.

His hazelnut eyes scanned the area around searching for one, oh so lonely spot in building as huge as this, but it seemed that every corner was filled with the people who their eyes he felt on every part of his body. No, he wasn't bullied he was far from it, but after being with those snobs for more than three hours long made him sick.

His dad, William Napier, was an influential politic, rotten to the core and a fierce rival of the other candidate, Thomas Wayne. As long as he could remember, his father cared about only one thing in general, giving his only son a prestigious education.

Why? Because his sisters Isabella and Audrey could never be considered suitable for becoming the next Napier's successor, so whenever he wanted it or not, neither that his father paid the attention to the fact, it was his role in life, the one already defined from the day of his birth, to become the next leading man of the family.

The boy's eyes were kept to the floor just to bypass the chance of getting the attention of a familiar face in the hallway, at the times like this he wished to have a hair long enough to cover his face, however, his mother considered such unmanly and usually gave him haircut reminding him of a freshly mowed grass in their garden.

He told himself quietly in his mind to just found Terry, the guy was Jackson's best friend mostly because he always had smoke and was probably the only person in school with a little decency do something bad unlike those dicks with sticks stuck in their asses.

In a room full of people Terry wasn't hard at all to spot, as a leader of the school's baseball team  about a good 6 ft tall and with a jungle of coal-black, curly hair on his head Jackson's chocolate stare instantly drifted to the man standing in a crowd.

,, Jack c'mon, I was searching for you man" Terry smiled showing the line of his pearly white teeth contrasting with his black tanned skin and grabbed Jackson's arm pulling him along himself out of the school.

,, Yeah I was looking for you too" Jackson lightly smiled, despite the happy demeanor it seemed that above his head hanged the aureola of sadness and weariness, but Terry drawn by nicotine lust, didn't notice.

Now surrounded by a grey cigarette smoke in the back of the building, the boys stood casually by a huge winged gargoyle statue hanged lowly on the wall. It was their spot, for some reason it was the only place where the teachers didn't check.

If not the sharp gargoyle gaze sticking into their backs it was perfect, either when they came into the class they never were questioned for the nicotine smell lingering on their clothes because of upper-class heritage.

,, You know" the Jet black-haired boy began taking a puff of the cigarette,, I found this new job"

,, Why?" It was the question that uncontrollably vibrated out of Jack's vocal cords, the idea of an out of school work activity seemed abstract. Either of them never experienced hunger in their lives and got everything they wanted, so why would someone like his friend waste his time?