Terrible Things [Chapter 30]
Title: Terrible Things
Rating: R
Pairing: Alex and Jack
POV: Third, focused on Jack. Sometimes Alex.
Summary: Jack meets Alex after they're thrown together in a dorm at college and is desperate to have the English boy close, but after the first few nights, is it ever that easy?
Disclaimer: Fictional, may contain sexual references, violence, homophobia and a lot of swearing.
Credit: Title to Mayday Parade
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A/N: This was needed, so enjoy. Trying to update even mroe frequently now since I have a lot of free time to write. Though I may not update tomorrow, tomorrow is the PRIDE parade and I'm at a party tonight. Hope you're all well.
Chapter 30
Since the night Alex had gotten worried, things had been a different. At first, Jack only really noticed small things, like the way Alex would go to bed as soon as Jack suggested they watch a film late at night. At first, these were the things that didn’t matter much, but they soon developed into more. About half way through the week, the English boy would barely even kiss the American.
In his worry, Jack had asked America what was up but there was actually no reasonable explanation for everything and, in his words, it was becoming irritating. He’d tried to fix things, but when you don’t know what you’ve done wrong in the first place, fixing things can be awful. When he hugged his lover from behind, he was simply shrugged off by Alex who would then sit in silence for a while before claiming he was “tired” and heading for bed.
“You should just ask him what’s wrong.” America suggested when they were sat on Jack’s couch. Alex had came in just seconds before, shot one dirty look at them, and locked himself in his room.
“I would, but he just seems down.” Jack frowned.
“He’ll be fine, I promise.” America smiled, hugging Jack then getting up to leave. “Don’t be down about it. I’ll be back in a few days with those forms though, then you’re done.”
“Thank you so much. I hope we still need them though.” He finished before shutting the door behind the girl and collapsing on the sofa. After a good few minutes, Alex’s door clicked open and he was making his way quietly to the kitchen. Eventually, Jack crept up behind his lover and held him tightly around the waist.
“Smile, perfect.” He whispered, smiling.
“Fuck off, Jack.” Alex spat. Jack practically leapt back in fright.
“W...what?” He stuttered.
“Leave me the fuck alone!”
“What the fuck has gotten into you!” Jack yelled back. “You were fine about a week ago and now you’re fucking like this!”
“Maybe if you opened your fucking eyes.”
“To what, you’ve barely even spoke to me!”
“Maybe if you could prise yourself away from your girlfriend you’d see!” Alex turned, revealing the tears that were falling from his eyes. As he stood there, he looked so broken, and it was clear that the one thought had been eating away at him for days.
“Girlfriend?” Jack frowned. “Are you high or something?”
“You know exactly what I’m on about.” Alex cried.
“No I don’t!”
“America. You and her have been very fucking close, haven’t you. Every time I come in, she’s there, and you sit and talk for hours about this one fucking thing I’ll never be allowed to know about.”
“What are you saying?” Jack was breaking. He tried to move closer to Alex to get him to calm down but he was just pushed away as the English boy slowly sat on the floor, burying his head in his hands.
“I’m just sick of worrying. There’s too much fucking shit around, I didn’t need you and her....together.” He half whispered.
“I’m still confused here Alex, what are you suggesting?” Jack was panicking.
“That you’re...with her.”
In shock, Jack didn’t say a word. He’d never even thought of himself as being that close with America, yet Alex thought he was cheating?
“You know that’s not true!” Jack yelled, falling to the floor beside Alex.
“It’s all I see, all fucking day.” Alex sobbed. “It’s bad enough that I’m fucking leaving, but you’re hiding things from me!”
“I’m not hiding anything!”
“Then tell me what you and her keep planning! Go on!”
“I....I can’t.” Jack stuttered.
“Why not?” Alex spat.
“I just can’t, but it’s nothing to worry about, I promise.” Jack tried to smile and hug Alex, but instead he was just pushed back again as Alex stormed out and locked himself in his room again. Quickly, the American dived up and started banging on the door.
“Alex! Please! I’m not with her at all, I’m fucking yours and that’s it.” He yelled in.
“Leave me the fuck alone, I don’t want to fucking hear it.” Was the only answer.