You're Gonna Go Far, Kid {Jalex}

Chapter 17

Jack's P.O.V.

I woke up. I was scared at first because I wasn't in my house. My house...well Alex's house now. Ouch. I hate thinking of Alex.

It's been a week and all I've done is cry. I missed him so much. I regret every second I left him.

I didn't realize I needed him more than I thought.

I was currently staying at a hotel. I still worked. I used the bit of money i made to stay here.

I also have been drinking. Every night I go to the nearby bar and drink as much as I can afford.

I get out of bed and rub the crust from my eyes. I checked my phone and saw there was a voicemail.

I listened to it. Alex's words hit me like a brick. I found myself crying...again. I rolled my eyes at myself for crying so much.

I also missed Desi. Her little laugh. I wanted to watch her grow up.

I fell back down on the bed and cryed into the pillow. I can't go back. Alex wouldn't take me back. He hates me.

Everyone hates me.

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After crying for an hour, I finally cleaned myself up.

I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Hate. I hate myself. No one could ever hate me more than I hate myself.

I groaned. I turned away. I started getting ready to shower. I stripped and stepped into the hot water.

I tried to relax, but I couldn't. My insides were killing me.

I regretted leaving Alex, but now I can't go back.

So I have to face the music.

I got out of the shower and put on some clean clothes.

I didn't know what to do today, so I took out my guitar. I played anything that came to mind.

"Hello there,
The angel from my nightmare,
The shadow in the backround of the morgue," A voice sang from the floor above.

Being the curious fuck I am, I stopped playing and went to investigate.

I ran to the elevator in the hotel and went up one floor. When I got up, I went to the door that looked like mine.

I knocked ok it. The door opened and revealed a boy about my age, maybe a bit younger. He had brown hair that was pulled back in a beanie. He was a few inches shorter than me and had bright blue eyes.

"Were you singing along to my guitar?" I asked him right away.

"Depends, were you playing it about five minutes ago to Blink?" He asked me.

"Yes. I was."

"Ditto." He smirked.

"I'm Jack. You?" I gave him a hand shake.

"Timmy." He smiled brightly.

"You have good music taste Timmy."

"Thanks. You look a little down and you were playing I Miss You, something up?"

"I just met you, let alone spill my guts and soul out to you." I tried to say as nicely as possible.

"Ok. I respect that. But I have one more question."

"Shoot it."

"Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only te-"

"No thanks." I interupted his cheesy and over-used pick up line.