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Title: The Thin Line Between Hate And Love.
Rating: PG-13 (At the moment)
Pairing: Jalex.
Summary: That odd moment when you realise you didn't hate someone as much as you originally thought.
Disclaimer: This is fictional, I only own the plot.
Warnings: Swearing, mild bullying.
A/N- I'm so sorry for the wait, been so busy with school and shizz. Uh, it's been just under a month since my last add, which is so ridiculous. Again, and I know I promise this all the time, but hopefully adds should be more frequent. I apologise again. Thanks for all the comments too :)
Masterpost: http://nandaflum.livejournal.com/771.html
Chapter 6.
I take back what I said about Sundays, turns out, Mondays are worse. Fan-fucking-tastic. I feel like such a pessimistic prick, but I just can't help it, I feel like a whining little bitch the majority of the time. It's not my fault though, I mean, if you had to deal with such mind-numbing people, you'd probably be a grouchy dick too. Whatever. Smiling's overrated if you ask me.
"Why do you always look so glum?" Zack questioned, as he stood against my locker.
"Probably because you're blocking my fucking locker, when I need to get books out" I grumbled, elbowing him in the ribs.
He rolled his eyes, "Seriously, you need to cheer up, Jack's never going to want you if you don't smile"
I spun around faster than the speed of light, and sent Zack a death glare, "I don't want fucking Jack Barakat, I'd rather take my own life than be anything associated with that tosser" I spat, utterly outraged at Zack's words.
Giggles fell from my best friend's lips, causing my jaw to clench tightly, and my teeth to grit.
"You're so easy to wind up, Lex, d'ya know that?" He chuckled.
"Yeah, well, don't ever even joke that I like that smug bastard" I sneered.
"Of course you don't..."
"Zack, seriously, I'll rip your dick off and shove it down your throat, and don't even think that I won't, because I will, and I will enjoy it too" I threatened, my voice dangerously low.
He held his hands up in innocence, "Fine, I didn't say anything"
I grumbled under my breath about Zack being a "Little prick and the biggest toss-pot I've ever met" as I pulled books from my locker.
"I'm gonna head off now, Lexy, see you at break, kay?" I heard Zack smile, yes, I detected a smile, before I heard shuffling away. I sighed, and slammed my locker shut angrily. I don't know why I'm always so angry, I just am, years of dealing with Barakat, if you ask me.
I turned around, to see Jack storming down then hallways, towards me. He looked angry. Really fucking angry, and it sort of scared me. Since when does Jack Barakat scare me? Shit. Maybe I'm becoming weak.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, ALEX?!" He screamed in my face, as soon as he was close enough.
My eyes widened, as the note was thrusted into my face. I eyed it suspisciously, before recognising it as the one I shoved in his locker this morning. Bollocks.
"Don't fuck this up any longer, Jack, I can't deal with this. I don't want you anymore, so go away. You're a disgrace to this family, Jack, and you're bringing us down. Pack your bags and leave- Mom&Dad"
I bit my lip, how did he know it was me? Okay, maybe putting it in his locker wasn't the best idea. And yeah, okay, maybe the note itself wasn't the nicest thing I couldn've done, and perhaps it was a bit cruel, but hey, sue me if you want.
"This isn't funny! My parents think I'm insane! Do you think this is a joke?!" He bellowed, making me cower, "Why would you do it?" He whispered, hurt. My chest tightened, and I didn't even know why.
"I-I-I'm sorry, okay? I was just angry about yesterday" I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.
"Yesterday? What, when I just happened to see you in the cafe? Am I not allowed to leave the house?"
"You're everywhere I look!" I screamed.
"That's not my fault!"
"Yes, it is! Why do you keep following me?! It's fucking creepy!"
"YOU'RE ALL I THINK ABOUT!"
My eyes widened, and a gasp fell from my lips.
"I-I-I" His eyes were wide too, as were everyone else's that stood in the hallway with us. Jack gave me one last look, before spinning on his heel, and fleeing the scene. Leaving me with my thoughts. Whoa, I think everything just got a little more complicated.
Rating: PG-13 (At the moment)
Pairing: Jalex.
Summary: That odd moment when you realise you didn't hate someone as much as you originally thought.
Disclaimer: This is fictional, I only own the plot.
Warnings: Swearing, mild bullying.
A/N- I'm so sorry for the wait, been so busy with school and shizz. Uh, it's been just under a month since my last add, which is so ridiculous. Again, and I know I promise this all the time, but hopefully adds should be more frequent. I apologise again. Thanks for all the comments too :)
Masterpost: http://nandaflum.livejournal.com/771.html
Chapter 6.
I take back what I said about Sundays, turns out, Mondays are worse. Fan-fucking-tastic. I feel like such a pessimistic prick, but I just can't help it, I feel like a whining little bitch the majority of the time. It's not my fault though, I mean, if you had to deal with such mind-numbing people, you'd probably be a grouchy dick too. Whatever. Smiling's overrated if you ask me.
"Why do you always look so glum?" Zack questioned, as he stood against my locker.
"Probably because you're blocking my fucking locker, when I need to get books out" I grumbled, elbowing him in the ribs.
He rolled his eyes, "Seriously, you need to cheer up, Jack's never going to want you if you don't smile"
I spun around faster than the speed of light, and sent Zack a death glare, "I don't want fucking Jack Barakat, I'd rather take my own life than be anything associated with that tosser" I spat, utterly outraged at Zack's words.
Giggles fell from my best friend's lips, causing my jaw to clench tightly, and my teeth to grit.
"You're so easy to wind up, Lex, d'ya know that?" He chuckled.
"Yeah, well, don't ever even joke that I like that smug bastard" I sneered.
"Of course you don't..."
"Zack, seriously, I'll rip your dick off and shove it down your throat, and don't even think that I won't, because I will, and I will enjoy it too" I threatened, my voice dangerously low.
He held his hands up in innocence, "Fine, I didn't say anything"
I grumbled under my breath about Zack being a "Little prick and the biggest toss-pot I've ever met" as I pulled books from my locker.
"I'm gonna head off now, Lexy, see you at break, kay?" I heard Zack smile, yes, I detected a smile, before I heard shuffling away. I sighed, and slammed my locker shut angrily. I don't know why I'm always so angry, I just am, years of dealing with Barakat, if you ask me.
I turned around, to see Jack storming down then hallways, towards me. He looked angry. Really fucking angry, and it sort of scared me. Since when does Jack Barakat scare me? Shit. Maybe I'm becoming weak.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, ALEX?!" He screamed in my face, as soon as he was close enough.
My eyes widened, as the note was thrusted into my face. I eyed it suspisciously, before recognising it as the one I shoved in his locker this morning. Bollocks.
"Don't fuck this up any longer, Jack, I can't deal with this. I don't want you anymore, so go away. You're a disgrace to this family, Jack, and you're bringing us down. Pack your bags and leave- Mom&Dad"
I bit my lip, how did he know it was me? Okay, maybe putting it in his locker wasn't the best idea. And yeah, okay, maybe the note itself wasn't the nicest thing I couldn've done, and perhaps it was a bit cruel, but hey, sue me if you want.
"This isn't funny! My parents think I'm insane! Do you think this is a joke?!" He bellowed, making me cower, "Why would you do it?" He whispered, hurt. My chest tightened, and I didn't even know why.
"I-I-I'm sorry, okay? I was just angry about yesterday" I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.
"Yesterday? What, when I just happened to see you in the cafe? Am I not allowed to leave the house?"
"You're everywhere I look!" I screamed.
"That's not my fault!"
"Yes, it is! Why do you keep following me?! It's fucking creepy!"
"YOU'RE ALL I THINK ABOUT!"
My eyes widened, and a gasp fell from my lips.
"I-I-I" His eyes were wide too, as were everyone else's that stood in the hallway with us. Jack gave me one last look, before spinning on his heel, and fleeing the scene. Leaving me with my thoughts. Whoa, I think everything just got a little more complicated.