Just For The Sake Of Saving Us [20]
Title: Just For The Sake Of Saving Us
Author: AllTime_Panic
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Pairing: Jalex
POV: Third
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and this is entirely made up.
Description: Rian and Zack decide to play matchmaker for Alex.
Author's Notes: The chapter where Alex gets protective and Ryan's a dick.
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The next day went basically as Alex has suspected. Jack was using his precious time to think, and putting space between the two. Class was awkward, Jack suddenly worshiped school and acted like the perfect student. At lunch Jack sat as far way from Alex as he could, talking to Zack and Rian about something Alex couldn't follow up with, while Cassadee tried making small talk with him. To be blunt, his day sucked.
Jack walked down the hall at the end of school with every intention of finding Alex and apologizing for over reacting and beg for his forgiveness. Jack was overly butthurt, but Alex didn't intend to hurt him. Not to mention Alex looked fucking sexy today, with his tightest pants and leather jacket and oh that white vneck. Hnnnng. Seriously, he'd do anything for Alex back. He'd strip to his boxers and throw himself at Alex is it meant he could have him back. Jack got so lost in what he was planning on saying to Alex, he bumped into someone.
"Hey, aren't you Alex's little play toy?" Ryan asked, tilting his head to the side innocently.
"Uh, no. I have nothing to do with him." Jack responded in a quiet voice.
Brendon and Pete shared a look while Ryan simply nodded his head, looking at the floor.
"Well, just for the sake of gossip." Ryan began, looking up at Jack. "Alex is a pathetic whore."
"Watch your mouth, you shouldn't make judgments on someone just because girls are all over him." Jack's tone was rather defensive.
"Judging him? Honey… are you trying to tell me Alex never once mentioned me?" Ryan let out a bitter laugh as Jack simply shook his head. "Look, I don't know why that cock sucker kept it as a dirty little secret form his pretty little fuck buddy," Ryan paused as he stroked Jack's check with his knuckles, "but your little Alex and I used to go out, and he really is nothing but a whore."
"I don't know what went on between you two but you shouldn't go degrading him because of it." Jack said as he leaned away from the brunette's touch.
"Alex has sucked you off, right? Of course he has, why am I even asking. I was there when you guys got called out in the hall. His deep throating skills aren't just practice, baby, he got his uvula removed. That way, he could be an even better whore than he already was."
"He did what now?"
"Oh, Jack, the reason you can't go as deep as him isn't because he's sucked more cock than you! It's because he has no gag reflex. He just loves going down on people. And fucking girls to keep up his little straight act, just to throw their clothes at them and leave before saying a polite 'thanks for letting me use you'."
Jack opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking somewhat like a fish in Ryan's opinion. With every word spoke Jack was getting more and more furious. Was the reason Alex never let him go down on him because Alex had a fucking STD or something?
"Look Jack, I know this is hard for you to hear, so I'm here for you, okay?" Ryan put his hand on Jack's shoulder and rubbed up and down his bicep a few times. "If you ever want to talk, or hangout. We're all here for you."
Ryan removed his hand from Jack and gestured over to Brendon and Pete, who's expressions looked too sincere to believe. "So, what are you doing now?"
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Alex walked down the hallways. School had been over for well over ten minutes, but his psycho-bitch English teacher thought it would be a good idea to hold him in for a few minutes to talk about the assignment he hadn't turned in.
A promise to take her daughter out on a date that Friday night was all it took to be excused from the task. Oh, the life of Alex Gaskarth.
The sandy haired boy turned a corner to get to his locker when he stopped in his tracks, backing up a little to hide behind a locker and observe the situation in front of him.
There was Jack, looking fucking sexy and all with his baby blue vneck, talking to Ryan who was accompanied by Brendon and Pete. Why of all people did Jack have to talk to them? Ryan has so much dirt on him. And so much bullshit. All those drugs probably got to his head.
Alex tried tuning in to Ryan's conversation with Jack, but Ryan's voice was too deep so it sounded like the teacher from Charlie Brown. Womp womp womp womp womp womp womp.
He huffed and put a hand in his hair, running his fingers through the oily locks. He could do for a shower. Fuck- it's been days since he's even used soap, speaking his last shower was extremely rushed and he didn't even get to deep condition. As if that's supposed to win Jack back.
Alex watched as Ryan put his arm around Jack. His fucking arm around Jack's shoulders as he lead him over to the the exit of the school.
Alex followed behind from a distance and watched as the four walked over to the football fields. Pete smiled like he'd won the lottery as he pulled out a bag that looked like it had fucking Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street in it.
Or it could be weed, either works.
Alex's jaw dropped to the floor as Pete took out a pipe, holding it out in front of him and pointing to different parts of it, explaining it to Jack.
Oh no they didn't.
He stood there, attaching in horror as Ryan passed the pipe over to Jack, who tried to smoke from it but ended up having a coughing fit.
Alex blinked back the tears forming in his eyes and turned away form the scene, not being able to watch Jack do this.
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Alex was resting his chin on his hand, leaning over on the counter and flipping through a magazine with his other hand. It was almost closing time. Rian had called in sick to go to a party, and lucky for Alex that meant double the shift for him. Rian felt bad, but Alex insisted he wasn't in the mood for partying and didn't mind taking the extra shift. Today wasn't that busy, anyways.
Suddenly, the chime of bells signaled Alex that he needed to welcome customers. Which was the last thing he wanted to do, because just a couple of hours ago he watched Jack smoked weed. And that thought hasn't left his mind once.
"Welcome to Music Matters, my name's Alex. Is there anything I can help you with?" The brunette asked as he moved into a standing position, eyeing the middle-aged couple.
"Well, yes, actually. Our son's been terribly upset recently, and we wanted to get him something nice to cheer him up. Could you show us to the CD section of, oh God, honey what's that band?" The woman asked, looking up at her husband.
"Mannequin or something?" The man suggested.
A switch went off in Alex's head, remembering Jack's phones ringtone.
"Jack's Mannequin? Yeah, just this way." Alex weaved the couple in and out of the isles of CD racks until he reached the alternative section. "Which album are you guys looking for?"
"Everything In Transit, I believe." The man spoke. "How didn't we remember it was Jack's Mannequin! How could we forget the name Jack?"
Alex didn't pay attention to the man. Rather, he rummaged through the section of CDs until he pulled out the album in triumph, a smile plastered on his face. "This is a good album. I'm sure your son will love it."
"Oh, so you're a fan?" The woman asked curiously.
"I wouldn't consider myself a fan, really, I just know someone who happens to love that band." Alex said, smiling.
Tears started making their way to his eyes as Alex remembered laying on Jack's bed listening to Jack's Mannequin as they made out. Alex broke eye contact with the woman and looked down, blinking rapidly, trying to refuse tears from cascading down his face. "How about I ring you up, yeah?"
Alex scanned the CD before opening up a plastic bag and placing the case inside.
"Cash or credit?"
The man slapped his credit card down on the counter for Alex to swipe for them. Alex ran the card through the machine before handed the bag over to the man and looking down at the card. "Have a nice day Mr.-" Alex choked back a gasp. "Mr. Barakat."
Bassam waited impatiently for Alex to hand back the card before clearing his throat. "Is something wrong, kid?"
Alex handed Mr. Barakat his credit card and smiled up at the man. "Tell Jack I say hello, please."
"Oh, you know our little Jacky?" Mrs. Barakat asked.
"Yeah, he goes to my school. He's a nice kid, you know. You've done a nice job raising him." Alex smiled as the memories of him and their son came flashing into his memory. Jacky, he knew that nick name all too well.
"Thank you, that's nice to hear. I'll make sure to tell him, Alex." Mr. Barakat confirmed with a smile, before taking his wife's hand and walking out the door, forcing the bells to go off.
Alex waited until the door shut completely to let out a sob, covering his face in his hands as his elbows rested on the counter.
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The next day of pure silence from Jack, Alex saw Ryan walking by himself in the hallway. Alex charged at him and shoved him against the lockers.
"Stay the fuck away from Jack, you prick."
Ryan smirked, loving the reaction he was getting from the other boy. "What, you actually care about this one? I could have sworn he was just another broken heart to you."
"I know you're only doing this to get back at me Ross. But turning Jack into a fucking stoner isn't the solution. Keep him out of our little feud. He's irrelevant and hasn't done shit to deserve this."
Ryan let out a loud laugh. "Oh Alex, were you spying on us yesterday? Wow, you've never been the jealous type! Maybe players like you can change."
"But don't you see Alex? Little Jacky here has everything to do with it! You didn't love me Alex, you never did. And I gave my heart and soul to you. You love Jack, I know you do. Feel free to keep denying it to yourself though. And as long as you can't have what you love, the revenge is set into motion."
Ryan clicked his tongue before gently pushing Alex by his chest. Alex allowed him to force him backwards and watched as that prick walked down the hallway- strutting like he was hot shit and swaying his hips.
God damn Ryan Ross.
A/N: Okay so the next chapters rolls right off this one so just know it'll be the same day. Umm yeah, the next like... 5 chapters or so are going to be really dramatic and a lot of shit happens.
Author: AllTime_Panic
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Pairing: Jalex
POV: Third
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and this is entirely made up.
Description: Rian and Zack decide to play matchmaker for Alex.
Author's Notes: The chapter where Alex gets protective and Ryan's a dick.
Master Post
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The next day went basically as Alex has suspected. Jack was using his precious time to think, and putting space between the two. Class was awkward, Jack suddenly worshiped school and acted like the perfect student. At lunch Jack sat as far way from Alex as he could, talking to Zack and Rian about something Alex couldn't follow up with, while Cassadee tried making small talk with him. To be blunt, his day sucked.
Jack walked down the hall at the end of school with every intention of finding Alex and apologizing for over reacting and beg for his forgiveness. Jack was overly butthurt, but Alex didn't intend to hurt him. Not to mention Alex looked fucking sexy today, with his tightest pants and leather jacket and oh that white vneck. Hnnnng. Seriously, he'd do anything for Alex back. He'd strip to his boxers and throw himself at Alex is it meant he could have him back. Jack got so lost in what he was planning on saying to Alex, he bumped into someone.
"Hey, aren't you Alex's little play toy?" Ryan asked, tilting his head to the side innocently.
"Uh, no. I have nothing to do with him." Jack responded in a quiet voice.
Brendon and Pete shared a look while Ryan simply nodded his head, looking at the floor.
"Well, just for the sake of gossip." Ryan began, looking up at Jack. "Alex is a pathetic whore."
"Watch your mouth, you shouldn't make judgments on someone just because girls are all over him." Jack's tone was rather defensive.
"Judging him? Honey… are you trying to tell me Alex never once mentioned me?" Ryan let out a bitter laugh as Jack simply shook his head. "Look, I don't know why that cock sucker kept it as a dirty little secret form his pretty little fuck buddy," Ryan paused as he stroked Jack's check with his knuckles, "but your little Alex and I used to go out, and he really is nothing but a whore."
"I don't know what went on between you two but you shouldn't go degrading him because of it." Jack said as he leaned away from the brunette's touch.
"Alex has sucked you off, right? Of course he has, why am I even asking. I was there when you guys got called out in the hall. His deep throating skills aren't just practice, baby, he got his uvula removed. That way, he could be an even better whore than he already was."
"He did what now?"
"Oh, Jack, the reason you can't go as deep as him isn't because he's sucked more cock than you! It's because he has no gag reflex. He just loves going down on people. And fucking girls to keep up his little straight act, just to throw their clothes at them and leave before saying a polite 'thanks for letting me use you'."
Jack opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking somewhat like a fish in Ryan's opinion. With every word spoke Jack was getting more and more furious. Was the reason Alex never let him go down on him because Alex had a fucking STD or something?
"Look Jack, I know this is hard for you to hear, so I'm here for you, okay?" Ryan put his hand on Jack's shoulder and rubbed up and down his bicep a few times. "If you ever want to talk, or hangout. We're all here for you."
Ryan removed his hand from Jack and gestured over to Brendon and Pete, who's expressions looked too sincere to believe. "So, what are you doing now?"
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Alex walked down the hallways. School had been over for well over ten minutes, but his psycho-bitch English teacher thought it would be a good idea to hold him in for a few minutes to talk about the assignment he hadn't turned in.
A promise to take her daughter out on a date that Friday night was all it took to be excused from the task. Oh, the life of Alex Gaskarth.
The sandy haired boy turned a corner to get to his locker when he stopped in his tracks, backing up a little to hide behind a locker and observe the situation in front of him.
There was Jack, looking fucking sexy and all with his baby blue vneck, talking to Ryan who was accompanied by Brendon and Pete. Why of all people did Jack have to talk to them? Ryan has so much dirt on him. And so much bullshit. All those drugs probably got to his head.
Alex tried tuning in to Ryan's conversation with Jack, but Ryan's voice was too deep so it sounded like the teacher from Charlie Brown. Womp womp womp womp womp womp womp.
He huffed and put a hand in his hair, running his fingers through the oily locks. He could do for a shower. Fuck- it's been days since he's even used soap, speaking his last shower was extremely rushed and he didn't even get to deep condition. As if that's supposed to win Jack back.
Alex watched as Ryan put his arm around Jack. His fucking arm around Jack's shoulders as he lead him over to the the exit of the school.
Alex followed behind from a distance and watched as the four walked over to the football fields. Pete smiled like he'd won the lottery as he pulled out a bag that looked like it had fucking Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street in it.
Or it could be weed, either works.
Alex's jaw dropped to the floor as Pete took out a pipe, holding it out in front of him and pointing to different parts of it, explaining it to Jack.
Oh no they didn't.
He stood there, attaching in horror as Ryan passed the pipe over to Jack, who tried to smoke from it but ended up having a coughing fit.
Alex blinked back the tears forming in his eyes and turned away form the scene, not being able to watch Jack do this.
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Alex was resting his chin on his hand, leaning over on the counter and flipping through a magazine with his other hand. It was almost closing time. Rian had called in sick to go to a party, and lucky for Alex that meant double the shift for him. Rian felt bad, but Alex insisted he wasn't in the mood for partying and didn't mind taking the extra shift. Today wasn't that busy, anyways.
Suddenly, the chime of bells signaled Alex that he needed to welcome customers. Which was the last thing he wanted to do, because just a couple of hours ago he watched Jack smoked weed. And that thought hasn't left his mind once.
"Welcome to Music Matters, my name's Alex. Is there anything I can help you with?" The brunette asked as he moved into a standing position, eyeing the middle-aged couple.
"Well, yes, actually. Our son's been terribly upset recently, and we wanted to get him something nice to cheer him up. Could you show us to the CD section of, oh God, honey what's that band?" The woman asked, looking up at her husband.
"Mannequin or something?" The man suggested.
A switch went off in Alex's head, remembering Jack's phones ringtone.
"Jack's Mannequin? Yeah, just this way." Alex weaved the couple in and out of the isles of CD racks until he reached the alternative section. "Which album are you guys looking for?"
"Everything In Transit, I believe." The man spoke. "How didn't we remember it was Jack's Mannequin! How could we forget the name Jack?"
Alex didn't pay attention to the man. Rather, he rummaged through the section of CDs until he pulled out the album in triumph, a smile plastered on his face. "This is a good album. I'm sure your son will love it."
"Oh, so you're a fan?" The woman asked curiously.
"I wouldn't consider myself a fan, really, I just know someone who happens to love that band." Alex said, smiling.
Tears started making their way to his eyes as Alex remembered laying on Jack's bed listening to Jack's Mannequin as they made out. Alex broke eye contact with the woman and looked down, blinking rapidly, trying to refuse tears from cascading down his face. "How about I ring you up, yeah?"
Alex scanned the CD before opening up a plastic bag and placing the case inside.
"Cash or credit?"
The man slapped his credit card down on the counter for Alex to swipe for them. Alex ran the card through the machine before handed the bag over to the man and looking down at the card. "Have a nice day Mr.-" Alex choked back a gasp. "Mr. Barakat."
Bassam waited impatiently for Alex to hand back the card before clearing his throat. "Is something wrong, kid?"
Alex handed Mr. Barakat his credit card and smiled up at the man. "Tell Jack I say hello, please."
"Oh, you know our little Jacky?" Mrs. Barakat asked.
"Yeah, he goes to my school. He's a nice kid, you know. You've done a nice job raising him." Alex smiled as the memories of him and their son came flashing into his memory. Jacky, he knew that nick name all too well.
"Thank you, that's nice to hear. I'll make sure to tell him, Alex." Mr. Barakat confirmed with a smile, before taking his wife's hand and walking out the door, forcing the bells to go off.
Alex waited until the door shut completely to let out a sob, covering his face in his hands as his elbows rested on the counter.
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The next day of pure silence from Jack, Alex saw Ryan walking by himself in the hallway. Alex charged at him and shoved him against the lockers.
"Stay the fuck away from Jack, you prick."
Ryan smirked, loving the reaction he was getting from the other boy. "What, you actually care about this one? I could have sworn he was just another broken heart to you."
"I know you're only doing this to get back at me Ross. But turning Jack into a fucking stoner isn't the solution. Keep him out of our little feud. He's irrelevant and hasn't done shit to deserve this."
Ryan let out a loud laugh. "Oh Alex, were you spying on us yesterday? Wow, you've never been the jealous type! Maybe players like you can change."
"But don't you see Alex? Little Jacky here has everything to do with it! You didn't love me Alex, you never did. And I gave my heart and soul to you. You love Jack, I know you do. Feel free to keep denying it to yourself though. And as long as you can't have what you love, the revenge is set into motion."
Ryan clicked his tongue before gently pushing Alex by his chest. Alex allowed him to force him backwards and watched as that prick walked down the hallway- strutting like he was hot shit and swaying his hips.
God damn Ryan Ross.
A/N: Okay so the next chapters rolls right off this one so just know it'll be the same day. Umm yeah, the next like... 5 chapters or so are going to be really dramatic and a lot of shit happens.