All I Wanted Was You (Chapter 21)
Title: All I Wanted Was You
Author: Emma emmameatsix
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alex had fucked Jack over one too many times. He had abandoned him years ago. But no matter how often Jack tells himself he doesn't need him, or that he'll never forgive him, it becomes quite obvious that is a lie.
Disclaimer: Never happened. Title belongs to Paramore and cut to blink-182.
Masterpost
Finally, the three boys were back at school. Everyone at their school knew about Jack, and whilst he got a few curious looks, most people weren't really that fussed. Obviously, that didn't seem to include John O'Callaghan. No, his bitter comments and insults certainly hadn't let up. Gotten worse, if anything. When the three had walked into school, Alex was more or less glued to Jack's side, tight but comforting grip on his hand. Josh was standing to the other side of the couple, somehow managing to not look like the third wheel. Well, that's probably because he wasn't one. Neither Alex nor Jack considered him to be a third wheel, and they would never try to make him feel as though he were. Josh understood that, and so when they were joint at the hip and he was off at the side, he didn't feel left out. Not at all.
But I digress.
Once John had seen the boys walking up the corridor, a cruel grin made it's way to his face, as he arrogantly smirked and walked towards them, Jack noticeably cowering, which in turn caused Alex to gently remove his hand from Jack's and instead snake it around the trembling boy's waist, glaring up at John as though the boy were Satan's spawn. Mind you, he probably was.
'Oh, look!' John cooed, before it quickly turned to a snarl and moved his head so it was inches away from Jack's in a menacing manner, Alex growling at him from the side. 'It's the little psycho.'
'Says the dickhead who threatens people with knives,' Alex retorted, giving Jack's hip a reassuring squeeze, as Josh stood next to the two looking as though he were about to murder someone. 'Jack's got Borderline Personality Disorder, do you? No. Therefore, you have no excuse. So, really, its you that's the psycho. And even then, Jack doesn't go around threatening people, does he? In no fucking way whatsoever is he a psycho, and that's pretty rich coming from you.'
Rolling his hateful eyes, John simply chuckled. 'Oh, Alex,' he cooed, making Alex face visibly scrunch up with anger. 'How I've missed you! I had no one stupid enough to be able to make me laugh when you were gone. Now though, I've got you back! We had fun, didn't we, Lexie?' John smirked.
'You'd better watch your fucking mouth,' Alex growled, and John let out a disbelieving laugh.
'Point made! God Gaskarth, you just make it too easy! What the fuck are you gonna do?'
'Now you fucking listen 'ere,' Josh interrupted, face proving his words were completely serious. 'I could fucking rip you apart with my bare 'ands if I wanted to, so I'd suggest you shut your fucking mouth.'
'Ha! I'd like to see you try, Franceschi.'
Taking on the challenge, Josh flew for John, effectively tackling and pinning him to the ground before administering the first punch to his face. John's eyes were just angry slits of white as he looked up at Josh, holding his bleeding nose, because fuck, Josh could fight.
'Get the fuck off me! Why the fuck are you sticking up for the faggot anyway?! Look at him! He's a disgusting fucking freak! He can rot in Hell for all I care!'
As he heard Jack let out a sob behind him, Josh saw red, and he unmercifully threw punch after punch to John's face and gut, before a teacher came along and struggled to hold the livid boy back. Frankly, Josh had already beaten the shit out of John, but he would fucking happily go for round two. As he was forcefully dragged away, he kicked and flailed his arms in protest, screaming at John all the while.
'You fucking prick! Who the fuck do you think you are! I hope you fucking rot in Hell! I hope something you love is taken from you, so you can see just how fucking 'ard it is! Jack has done fuck all, so you 'ad better shut your fucking mouth, or I swear to God, I won't fucking 'esitate to do that again!'
As Jack's body continued to shake, Alex pulled his into a comforting hug, pressing his lips to Jack's cheek whilst he trailed his fingers lovingly up and down the boy's back.
'Come on, baby,' he whispered. 'Let's just get to class, and get away from here, okay?'
- - - - - - -
Honestly, Jack thought that was it for the day, he really did, but he was proven wrong as he was suddenly cornered in the school toilets by John at the end of the day.
'I don't appreciate what you're little friend done to me earlier, Barakat,' John snarled, as Jack visibly trembled before him.
'I-I'm s-sorry...' Jack stuttered, and all he wanted was for Alex to burst in and pull him into a comforting hug, gently kiss his shaking lips, tell him everything would be okay. Wishful thinking doesn't often play out in reality, though, and this was no exception.
'Sorry's not good enough!'
With that, John grabbed Jack's collar and shoved him harshly against the wall, successfully smacking Jack's head off of the cool, hard tiles.
'Now, I'd suggest that to tell Franceschi to back the fuck off, or else it won't only be Alex who's met my little friend,' John stated, and it didn't take a genius to work out what little friend the boy was talking about.
Not even having giving him time to reciprocate with a reply, John roughly grabbed a fistful of Jack's hair, dragging the boy by his locks and smashing his head off of the cold porcelain sink, letting go of the boy as he fell limply to the ground with a small amount of blood spilling from his head. As John walked away, Jack was slowly slipping into unconsciousness, but not before he could hear John mutter,
'See you in Hell, faggot.'
A/N: Um yeah this has been a shitty update and I'm sorry.
Author: Emma emmameatsix
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alex had fucked Jack over one too many times. He had abandoned him years ago. But no matter how often Jack tells himself he doesn't need him, or that he'll never forgive him, it becomes quite obvious that is a lie.
Disclaimer: Never happened. Title belongs to Paramore and cut to blink-182.
Masterpost
Finally, the three boys were back at school. Everyone at their school knew about Jack, and whilst he got a few curious looks, most people weren't really that fussed. Obviously, that didn't seem to include John O'Callaghan. No, his bitter comments and insults certainly hadn't let up. Gotten worse, if anything. When the three had walked into school, Alex was more or less glued to Jack's side, tight but comforting grip on his hand. Josh was standing to the other side of the couple, somehow managing to not look like the third wheel. Well, that's probably because he wasn't one. Neither Alex nor Jack considered him to be a third wheel, and they would never try to make him feel as though he were. Josh understood that, and so when they were joint at the hip and he was off at the side, he didn't feel left out. Not at all.
But I digress.
Once John had seen the boys walking up the corridor, a cruel grin made it's way to his face, as he arrogantly smirked and walked towards them, Jack noticeably cowering, which in turn caused Alex to gently remove his hand from Jack's and instead snake it around the trembling boy's waist, glaring up at John as though the boy were Satan's spawn. Mind you, he probably was.
'Oh, look!' John cooed, before it quickly turned to a snarl and moved his head so it was inches away from Jack's in a menacing manner, Alex growling at him from the side. 'It's the little psycho.'
'Says the dickhead who threatens people with knives,' Alex retorted, giving Jack's hip a reassuring squeeze, as Josh stood next to the two looking as though he were about to murder someone. 'Jack's got Borderline Personality Disorder, do you? No. Therefore, you have no excuse. So, really, its you that's the psycho. And even then, Jack doesn't go around threatening people, does he? In no fucking way whatsoever is he a psycho, and that's pretty rich coming from you.'
Rolling his hateful eyes, John simply chuckled. 'Oh, Alex,' he cooed, making Alex face visibly scrunch up with anger. 'How I've missed you! I had no one stupid enough to be able to make me laugh when you were gone. Now though, I've got you back! We had fun, didn't we, Lexie?' John smirked.
'You'd better watch your fucking mouth,' Alex growled, and John let out a disbelieving laugh.
'Point made! God Gaskarth, you just make it too easy! What the fuck are you gonna do?'
'Now you fucking listen 'ere,' Josh interrupted, face proving his words were completely serious. 'I could fucking rip you apart with my bare 'ands if I wanted to, so I'd suggest you shut your fucking mouth.'
'Ha! I'd like to see you try, Franceschi.'
Taking on the challenge, Josh flew for John, effectively tackling and pinning him to the ground before administering the first punch to his face. John's eyes were just angry slits of white as he looked up at Josh, holding his bleeding nose, because fuck, Josh could fight.
'Get the fuck off me! Why the fuck are you sticking up for the faggot anyway?! Look at him! He's a disgusting fucking freak! He can rot in Hell for all I care!'
As he heard Jack let out a sob behind him, Josh saw red, and he unmercifully threw punch after punch to John's face and gut, before a teacher came along and struggled to hold the livid boy back. Frankly, Josh had already beaten the shit out of John, but he would fucking happily go for round two. As he was forcefully dragged away, he kicked and flailed his arms in protest, screaming at John all the while.
'You fucking prick! Who the fuck do you think you are! I hope you fucking rot in Hell! I hope something you love is taken from you, so you can see just how fucking 'ard it is! Jack has done fuck all, so you 'ad better shut your fucking mouth, or I swear to God, I won't fucking 'esitate to do that again!'
As Jack's body continued to shake, Alex pulled his into a comforting hug, pressing his lips to Jack's cheek whilst he trailed his fingers lovingly up and down the boy's back.
'Come on, baby,' he whispered. 'Let's just get to class, and get away from here, okay?'
- - - - - - -
Honestly, Jack thought that was it for the day, he really did, but he was proven wrong as he was suddenly cornered in the school toilets by John at the end of the day.
'I don't appreciate what you're little friend done to me earlier, Barakat,' John snarled, as Jack visibly trembled before him.
'I-I'm s-sorry...' Jack stuttered, and all he wanted was for Alex to burst in and pull him into a comforting hug, gently kiss his shaking lips, tell him everything would be okay. Wishful thinking doesn't often play out in reality, though, and this was no exception.
'Sorry's not good enough!'
With that, John grabbed Jack's collar and shoved him harshly against the wall, successfully smacking Jack's head off of the cool, hard tiles.
'Now, I'd suggest that to tell Franceschi to back the fuck off, or else it won't only be Alex who's met my little friend,' John stated, and it didn't take a genius to work out what little friend the boy was talking about.
Not even having giving him time to reciprocate with a reply, John roughly grabbed a fistful of Jack's hair, dragging the boy by his locks and smashing his head off of the cold porcelain sink, letting go of the boy as he fell limply to the ground with a small amount of blood spilling from his head. As John walked away, Jack was slowly slipping into unconsciousness, but not before he could hear John mutter,
'See you in Hell, faggot.'
A/N: Um yeah this has been a shitty update and I'm sorry.