Don't You Ever Let Me Go. (Jalex)

First Day Of 8th Grade- Chapter 1

I got my books out of my locker and shuffled down the hallway to my first class. I sat in the back of the Language Arts room and pulled out my purple notebook. I scribbled down some good ideas for guitar parts in songs and then I just started to draw all over my paper. Soon Mrs.Kennedy walked in the room with her usual smile on her face. I looked up to see that new kid from earlier walk in behind her. I scoffed and went back to drawing, I managed to sketch Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas on the paper. I smiled at my work but then my smile faded when the new kid had to introduce himself, and I had to pay attention. 'Well, I guess it could be worse. At least Ronnie and her bitches aren't in this class.' I thought to myself and turned my attention towards the kid at the front of the room. 

"Hey, my name's Alex Gaskarth, I like to play golf.." He glanced at me again with a slight smirk on his face. Oh god, how bland can this kid be? He's just like all the other rich assholes in this school! "I'm from England and my parent's and I moved here because of their jobs. I also enjoy writing." He finished and sat down in front of me. I shivered in disgust at the thought of the new kid -I mean Alex- being so close to me. 

Here's the thing about the rich kids in this school. They are rich but they act like assholes. The girls dress slutty and the guys try to act like swag addicted faggots. Basically if you aren't rich, you will never fit in here. That's the main reason why Zack and I are total outcasts, we don't enjoy what they like and we have to work for money, we don't get expensive things just handed to us on a gold platter handed by a butler. No, we have to learn about reality in the hardest way possible. That my friends, is the main reason why I will never become friends with someone like Alex fucking Gaskarth. 

Speaking of the devil, Alex turned in his chair to face me. I kept my head low and just continued with my drawing. He just stared at me for a minute before speaking. "Can I borrow a pencil?" He whispered.

"I don't have any." I whispered back. My voice sounding harsh, just like I wanted it to. 

"But you have a whole pencil case full." He whispered and pointed at my bag. I grunted and took a pencil out.

"Keep the fucking thing." I whispered with even more of a harsh tone than before. Alex chuckled and turned around in his seat to face the front of the class. 'What an asshole.' I thought to myself. 

The bell rang through out the school, signaling for the next class. If I had any luck, Alex or Ronnie or any other rich posh kid wouldn't be in the same class. I do have to admit, I love how I actually grew some balls and started to brave towards Alex and give him what he deserves. I mean he did deserve it right? He's new and he's already a part of the posh rich asshole club who harasses Zack and I almost everyday! 

Zack and I walked to the History room and sat in the back like always. We've always sat farthest away from people. It's just our thing I guess. 

"Oh look guys, it's the gay couple!" Ronnie clapped her hands and pointed at Zack and I. Well, no such luck for Jack-Yes I refer to myself in the 3rd person sometimes.- Ronnie and her whole crowd of rich bitches are in the class. Including Alex, god please help me. 

"Oh yeah, look at the Lesbian couple." I whispered to Zack and pointed to Alex and Ronnie. Zack busted out laughing, causing everyone to turn towards us because Zack is usually quiet. 

"What are you two faggots laughing at?" Ronnie spat and glared at us. Alex was trying to copy her angry and stupid ass attitude but failed. It was actually really humorous. "Zack, I want you to know that I'm completely straight but I have to do this, it'll be funny." I whispered. Zack nodded his head and tried to hold back the laughter. 

"I'm hanging out with my boiii frand." I imitated Ronnie's voice. "Looky I'm Ronnie, such a badass!" I squealed. I turned to Zack and winked. I pulled his face towards mine and kissed the corner of his mouth. I looked at the rich groups angry expressions and everyone else's disgusted expression.