Misleading Intentions - Jalex Highschool AU

School Now?, Not going to happen.

(Read A/N for a bit of background + explanation of some stuff)

Fuck.... Today was it.
Today I had to retreat from my sanctuary as I called it, to rejoin the wonderful ways of high school. As you may have guessed I'm not exactly enthusiastic about going back to Chesterfield High, it fucking sucks actually.
I won't go into too much detail. But for a disclaimer, I am not doing this for any other reason than my therapist thought it would be beneficial for me to express my feelings in other ways than I have been recently.
As I walked through the gates, I ran my hands over them, the cool metal reminding me of how much I despised this place, I sighed and looked onward, trudging to my homeroom, the first lesson, it was fine, nothing dramatic, a few laughs about what happened over the 8 week break that had just occurred, I got asked what I did, I told them, showed them some pictures of some drawings I attempted, played them my demo, I wasn't about to go cold shoulder on everyone on the first day, I'm not that much of a dickhead.
The bell, a fucking shrill noise, bells always represented alarms for me, alarm bells ringing in and out of my subconscious thoughts, to me school was an alarm and I just wanted to pass out.
Second lesson, a new one S10 Biology, teacher Mr Grafson, fucking hell, another blabber mouth about his fucking engagement to his wife & how he went to Hawaii, I honesty was on my phone and doodling the entire time, until I heard the same bell, fuck I never thought about how much repetition I faced each day, I stopped thinking, recess, straight to the library, music on, first bio assignment, started.
To say the least I'm not a social person, I have friends, I have family and I am liked, but unfortunately the facade I hid behind was good enough to trick them into thinking I was who I wasn't.
Recess over, next lesson, music, fuck, best lesson of the day, I was really into music & had been since I was little, it was a passion, like the passion I had to form my own band, I was close to it last year, everything was going great, but some stuff happened, I don't want to write about that stuff, you already know it, I've told you a thousand times.
Music, I picked up the guitar Mr Franks always had sitting there for me to play when I came in, he was a nice enough guy, always got boners around the girls and hid them really badly. Ew
I sat writing the last part of the song for my demo and I heard a soft knock come from the door, I allowed my voice heard "someone's at the door Mr Franks" he nodded and gestured that I get it, music was a relaxed enough environment, that it was okay for a student to answer a door. A tall skinny kid stood in the doorway with a confused look on his face, his lip between his teeth and a piece of paper I presume was his class schedule in his grip. "Hi!" I said, he mimicked my greeting and began saying "Room 134, Mr Franks music class?" His voiced raised at the end, his thick American accent noticeable, my immediate thoughts were "I'd tone it down, because mate, your going to get a fucking beating for that accent" I didn't bother to warn the skunk haired boy, I gestured to Mr Franks and he sat up instantly "You must be Jack, Jack Barakat?" The skinny one nodded, then Mr Franks spoke again, "Alex, since you have completed the task I assigned the class already can you take Jack around for a bit, show him some stuff around the school" I nodded knowingly Jack wouldn't mind, he had no one else to do such a thing.
Jack, Jack Barakat, who the fuck has a last name like Barakat. I didn't bother voicing this stupid opinion, I knew what it was like being the new kid, I took his silent glances and slow pace as a sign of wanting to waste time. I nodded to myself, as we walked down ELC1 halls, I showed him the homerooms, checked his schedule, our homerooms were next to each other. "Cool" I whispered, Jack turned to me and innocently I said "What?" I pointed at his timetable and then to his homeroom door and then to mine and said "We have homeroom next to each other" he smiled and nodded. I continued showing him around, through science labs and teachers and student lounges, computer rooms, libraries, the normal facilities, after about 20 mins, a bell signalled the end of lesson.
I checked Barakats timetable again, 156SMATHS "Wow we're also in specialist maths together, I guess I'll see you in a few minutes Jack". I wasn't going to call him Barakat to his face, that's just rude. Jack was good for now.
I slung my book bag into my locker replacing Music text books with Maths text books and a calculator, I walked down the hall to maths, wondering how Jack was "why am I'm worried about where he is fuck" I whispered, my friend Abbey who I also had maths with called me out and said "Ooo Lex who's 'he'"I gave her a shove, "nobody" I dismissed her with a smirk.
I took my seat on the far left of the room next to abbey and her friends, then Barakat walked in, I felt a wave of adrenaline wash over me. Fuck no fucking way no fucking way, this can't be happening. I can't like Barakat. No I flatly refused to believe in my emotions after having them ripped out via my last boyfriend Oliver, he was an asshole.
I couldn't stop looking at his legs, his hips, sticking out, his skinny jeans defining his knees and the lanky ness of his frame. 'I shouldn't be looking at the new kid this way, he'll think I'm a creep, fuck, he's so hot though, snap out of it Alex, you don't know if he is like you, stop pretending you do, and let it go" I battled with the thoughts but I couldn't deny they made sense. The teacher handed him a sheet of paper and pointed at out table and the spot next to me, I patted the chair and Jack dropped his things on the floor and put his pencil case and text books on the old wooden table that creaked at the heaviness of the textbook. It made me wonder how we always carried them to and from school.
Jack was hesitating to get involved, I could feel it. So to lighten the mood I grabbed my diary, ripped a corner from an unknown dated page, I never use the fucking thing anyway, only to go to the bathroom usually. I wrote "You doing alright Jack, liking your first maths lesson?" I was unsure if I should slip it into his lap or onto his desk, I settled for desk, it was the kids first day, he didn't need to have his dick touched just yet. His reply was good and casual "Yea, bit confusing though Alex, to be honest I would rather be sleeping" I giggled as I read what he was writing over his shoulder, his hand motioning to cover it, i slid back into my chair patiently awaiting to reply I would get from Barakat...

A/N: This is the first Jalex fan fiction I have attempted, don't judge me please, haha anyway, this is very "my school specific" so first lesson being homeroom (20 mins max) is a place to catch up and see your friends and chat & ELC1 halls are the downstairs halls & they come into play later, and Alex is gay, yes. And by the sounds of the story, horny as fuck. Anyway, anymore questions feel free to ask me, I don't exactly know how this works as yet (the whole app thingy and commenting and such) but ill try and figure it out. Enjoy the story. I'll try and update a lot, but I can't guarantee, oh and this is like a diary type thing for Alex to express his feelings in a different way to how he had originally been (ooo yet to come how)!

Steph. Xx