Cracked Ribs

Why Him?

-Jacks P.O.V-

I woke up to my dad and my mom fighting, like always my little sister had ran into my room jumping behind me. she always got scared when they yelled at each other she sighed and i could tell she was crying "its okay." i mumbled and sat up uncovering myself throwing on a shirt. i opened my door and when i did i watched my father slap my mom. my sister was holding my hand hiding behind me. i shook my head and gave my father a look, i hated him. as sad as that sounded. he yelled at me to get myself and my sister to school.

I bit my lip feeling anger as my mom held her check giving me a fake smile. why would she act happy around him, i never understood. i picked out my sisters outfit, before leaving to my room to get ready, my dad left for work and my mom was in her room. i picked out i black hoodie and blacked ripped jeans with a band shit, and some old white vans.

i got my sisters lunch ready as she came running down the hall with a little smile "can i sleep with you tonight, please...." she asked with puppy dog eyes. "maybe" i replied as i placed my bag on my back "i just want you to sing me to sleep...again" she smiled even more before we left the house.

i ran to school after dropping her off, i was going to be late. but i got there. before i could get into the building i heard that stupid voice "Jacky!" i sighed rushing in the doors. i didn't have the time be hit around like a toy.

-Daniels P.O.V-

i was outside the school with Cole when i noticed Jack and clearly Cole did too, he called out to him but Jack ignored. honestly i was happy, i didn't like when Cole pushed him around. Jack was a nice guy, never did anything. cute smile. soft looking lips, he was a great guy. Well, to me. Me and Cole walked through the school I unlocked my locker and grabbed books and told Cole I'd see him later, I wasn't like him at all. But our parents made us be friends...so it wasn't like we were bestie out of school, I mean sometimes his mom would make me come over, but I hated it. He's a kind of person I can't stand. He hurst people physically and mentally, he's just annoying. I'm not like that, never will be.

As I entered my classroom I had a seat behind Jack, where I could daydream about him while he didn't know. I watched as his hands moved against the papers. His eyes watching as he wrote. But it was a lesson, what was he writing... I froze when he looked back. I tried to fix my gaze but his brown eyes met mine. I could tell he hated me, probably cause I watched when Cole would hurt him...I always want to stop him, but even if I say something. It's not good enough he needs a taste of his own shit

"Daniel! Pay attention" I heard the teacher yell as I looked up over Jack and nodded silently.

                                                                      -Jacks P.O.V-
I couldn't help it, I had to look back. I could tell he was staring at me, to be completely honest, I didn't care. His blue eyes could stare at me all day. They make me feel happy inside ... When his name was called I looked back at the front, but silently wrote the lyrics I had been thinking. You look so beautiful , I swear I'd walk I'd run , I'd even learn to fly.

When the bell rang I had a free period so I put away my work books in my locker and grabbed my song book. With a pencil, I walked outside of the school and down the steps. And I sat on a bench near the football field. I wrote some lyrics and stared off at the sky. Until I heard that voice again. I plugged my ears and continued writing in my book. Feeling my palms sweat. I didn't need this. I didn't do anything, why me.

                                                               -Daniels P.O.V-
Why him I thought as I followed silently behind Cole. I watched as he took the book from Jack and use his height to tease him Cole was much taller than Jack, Jack was small and cute.
I watched as Jack stood up, he looked at me and than at Cole. "Just give it back..." He mumbled as Cole smirked tossing it to me I closed it, and placed it down on the bench getting an ugly glare from Cole, some words fell from his mouth as he spat on Jack, he pushed him, and pushed him. But Jack never fought back. And I wondered why. Cole ended up getting Jack on his back he fell down, getting the wind knocked out of him. When the bell rang I looked at Cole, the football field would be used soon. And Cole didn't like being seen. Neither did I. So when he started running back to the building, I shot a look at Jack. And sighed. I hope he notices one day, maybe one day. That my eyes are soft looking at him.