Press Rewind. 6/?
Title: Press Rewind Chapter Title: Don't be mad, you haters.
Author: bebiehqurl
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: onesided Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat, Jack Barakat/Martin Johnson [more to come]
POV: Third, Alex-centric.
Summary: "Alex knew he finally had to tell him. Either he told him or he'd never be able to move on. There wasn't a chance in hell that Jack felt the same way about him."
Disclaimer: I don’t own anybody mentioned in the story. This is entirely fictional. Title credit: Boys Like Girls - She’s Got A Boyfriend Now. Chapter title credit: Midi Mafia - Phamous.
Beta: passiontothesky
Author's Notes: This chapter's kind of short, had to make the cut at that point because of the storyline. blah. I hope you still enjoy it. (: [First person to find a John Oh-reference - not the one where it actually says John in the text but one that refers to the actual John Oh... - gets a virtual cookie. (: ]
Previous Chapters: one. two. three. four. five.
The next morning went by pretty well. During lunch break Alex sat with Jack and Rian. He hadn’t seen Martin all day and did not at all feel the urge to ask where he was. Secretly he hoped that Martin just ran into a tree and broke an arm or something. Yeah, maybe his mind was a little too imaginative that day.
Everything was pretty much like it used to be before all that Martin-crap came up and just as the three finished their desserts, somebody approached their table.
“What up? Hey Alex, can I talk to you for a second? Like in private?”
Alex nodded and got up.
“Back in a minute”, he said, leaving his two confused and somehow amazed looking friends behind to follow Gabe out of the cafeteria into the nearest classroom.
After he closed the door, Gabe turned around and faced Alex.
“So, What’cha wanna talk about?”
“Can we make a deal?”
“Uhm. I guess, yeah? But I don’t really get what you’re talking about…”
“About the me and John, you and Jack thing. Because I really want to tell him but if I don’t have anything that kinda pushes me to do it, I’ll just always find a way not to and then I’ll never do it. So, we make a deal, that by next week, this time, we - you and me - told them - Jack and John -, alright?”
“Uh. If it helps you, sure… I guess, you’re kinda right about talking myself out of it.”
“Alright. It’s a deal. Uh. By the way, a friend of mine is throwing a late birthday party on Saturday. You wanna come?”
“Uhhm. I would but that dude probably has no idea who I am…?”
“And? Where’s the problem? Nobody really cares if there someone they don’t know, as long as you don’t call the cops, it’s cool.”
“Alright. I guess I’ll drop by sometime.”
“It officially starts at nine but nobody’s really going before twelve, at least I won’t. I’ll text you the address later.”
They exchanged phone numbers and left the room. Alex turned right to get back into the cafeteria, but Gabe headed in the opposite direction.
“Oh, Alex?”
He turned around.
“Feel free to bring friends.”
And then he rushed off.
What was it with that boy and running everywhere?
“What. The. Fuck. Was. That?”
“Very friendly, Rian…”
“How do you know Gabe Saporta? And why didn’t you tell me you knew him?”
“Calm down. I ran into him yesterday.”
“Oh, so by running into someone…”
Jack cut Rian off. “What did he want to talk about?”
“He, uh, invited me to this party on Saturday.”
“Gabe Saporta invited you to a party?!” They said in unison.
“What? Am I such a big loser that it is impossible for him to talk to me?”
“No! Of course not. But I mean, come on! He’s Gabe Saporta…” Jack instantly cut in pacifying.
“Yeah, I guess I get it. By the way, if you two wanna join me on Saturday…?”
They both groaned in a “do you really need to ask us this?” tone.
“Tsst. How about of course?”
Alex grinned. “Good.”
Later that day, Alex sat at home trying to focus on his homework, but it was just impossible for him. Too many thoughts were rushing through his brain. His biggest worry was Friday. But - looking at the bright side of things - he was able to drown his problems in alcohol the next night. Everything was going to be alright, at least that’s what he hoped.