Misleading Intentions - Jalex Highschool AU

Can I Go To The Bathroom Please Sir?

i walked up to the gates after the weekend and to be honest with you, i wasnt feeling it today, i just wanted to be at home, actually i was scared shitless about who this mysterty texter was, i knew it had to be someone in my classes, becasue Jack and i were never as close out side the classes as we were in them, today was first lesson Music, the first time i had met Jack, as i walked through the halls and entered the large room, nostalgia hit me like a bus, the first time i had laid eyes on Jack motherfucking Barakat. 

I had planned to confront Jack about this and thats exactly what i was about to do, the class was settled and the fucking ringing again, the bell jesus, i looked around for Jack, when he came and sat down, i flashed him and smile he said "Hey, its good that your feeling better" i nodded, the mystery texter could be in my music class and i wasnt going to risk getting beaten up again, last monday night was fucking horrible, i had done some things after that, bought a new lighter, new blades and some medication, bandages and such to cater for my plans later that evening, it seemed monday after school self inflicting pain sessions were becoming a regular thing. Fuck. 

I finished the work set and strummed my guitar for a bit, making a few rifs and trying to practise my song, but when i did Jack would turn and look at me and smile and say "Keep playing, yout great at it!" it was laced with that friendly tone, i coudlnt help but sob a bit on the inside, i stopped playing and asked to leave the room for the bathroom. 

"Hi Jack, meet me in the boys bathroom right now, we need to talk" 

i waited about 20 seconds before a reply flashed across the cracked screen of my phone:

"Okay Alex, ill see you there ASAP" 

I was curious as to why he was so compliant, but brushed it off as nothing, he walked in the door and locked it behind him, i was un sure as to why the entire bathroom had a lock and why it was so accessable to students, another thing i didnt ponder for to long about when Jack moved to a stall and i took the oppurtunity to say "Oh, so you were only so compliant casue you actually needed to pee" he shook his head, "Nope, well i had to pee, but i came to talk to you, it sounded like it was something you really needed to talk to me about" I nodded, i went on to say "Jack, do you know about my past" Jack shook his head and replied "No, all i know about you, is that you like to take men into bathrooms and talk to them and that you seem like a good guy" i shook my head, i wanted to spill everything to Jack right then and there and you know what at the risk of sounding weak i did, i really did i sat the other side of the green tiled bathroom  and Jack on the other side nodding and tearing up every now and again when i told him about my brother and the kids in Baltimore and what i had done last Monday, i told him why and that he was responsible for making me do it my words were "Jack, your just so fucking perfect i mean, every time i look at you i cant help but see someone like me, someone that would be my soul mate" Too far. Jack got up and leaned into me grabbed my face, heres me thinking he was going to kiss me, so i made the first move and felt a sharp slap placed upon my cheek and Jack said "Im not your fucking soul mate you faggot and i already knew about the kids in Baltimore, remember Ollie, yeah hes my best mate, and guess what i was sent here to this school to make your life a living fucking hell after what you did to him". He left without another word. 

I shook my head refusing Jacks words as they raced around in my head, i pulled my blade from my pocket and pressed it to my skin, fuck that felt good, i could finally breathe, when suddenly the door opened again. 

Jack. Had he come back for something, me? i was hopeful "I left my phone here, keep cutting faggot dont let me stop you, i always knew you were a cutter from day 1, go deeper you little drug fucked bitch" 

Jacks words hurt me so i hurt myself, it was a fucking endless cycle a viscious rounding of thoguhts, blood and Jacks voice laced with hatred and hurt and regret, but evilness all at the same time, i pushed the blade deeper and deeper into my skin "Ouch" i whispered "Oh dont be such a pussy Alex" i whispered back to myself. Fuck i was talking to myself now. Well done Alex. 

I took Jakcs advice, deeper i went, the more bliss and sereneity i felt. The last thing i rememeber is seeing cloudly vision of someone carrying me, i didnt see the, but it felt a lot like how i imagined jack to feel. 

Next thing i knew i was being carried away on a stretcher and vison blurring from the tears i had streaming down my face, seeing the medics take me away and sirens blaring like the school bell once had. 

A/N: I sprained my ankle really badly so i will be updating hopefully more and ouch my ankle fucking hurts, ahhhh, sorry about the triggering and the swearing i have a bad trucker mouth that translates through my stories, please comment and rate and such it means alot to get your feedback about this stuff! thanks for reading i hope you are liking it so far, the amount of parts are what you guys request, so whatever you want, i shall write. 

P.S. Today i joined the Hustlers Club and pre-ordered their new album. FUCK YES. (Now i broke as fuck) 

Steph Xx