Here We Go Again {Jalex}

Chapter 11

Jack's POV:

Zack and I never really were the partying type, but I needed this and he agreed to come and support me. Aka, he was going to watch out and make sure I didn't do anything stupid.

Well, that is until some girls came over to us in the back yard near the pool trying to flirt with us. I was obviously very uninterested but Zack was quite intrigued by the thought of female company. So intrigued in fact that he left me in twenty minutes to "come look at this thing I gotta show you!" as the girl put it.

I was only alone for a moment though because Brendon and Ryan and a tall dark haired guy came up to me.

"Jack, you made it," Brendon said punching me playfully in the arm. "Good to see you." Ryan shot me a small smile.

"You too," I smiled, just happy to have someone I knew close by.

"Oh, shit, where the fuck are my manners?" Brendon said, turning to the third guy in their little group, "This is Dallon Weekes, it's actually his friend's frat house we're all trashing. Dal, this is Jack Barakat. He's Alex's friend from high school."

"Nice to meet you," Dallon said, shaking my hand. I smiled and said the same.

"Anyways, I just wanted to, shit hang on," Brendon turned and ran off towards this guy walking across the yard.

Ryan looked after him. "He found Spence. Come on," he said, motioning for Dallon and I to follow.

"Does he run off like that often?" I asked as we followed Ryan towards Brendon.

Dallon shrugged, "Kinda."

Brendon has a huge smile on his face as he's talking to this Spencer guy. Ryan seemed to be pleased to see him too. They introduced us and told me that Spencer was a childhood friend of Ryan's who'd became good friends with Brendon too.

We all talked and drank for a while until I saw him across the yard, coming out of the house. My chest does a thing as his eyes meet mine. He smiled and silently beckoned me over. I excused myself from the small group we had and made my way to him.

"Hello," Alex said when I reached him.

"Hi there." I was slightly amused because now that I was close up I could tell that he was pretty plastered.

He played with a button on my open flannel, looking at it as he offered to go somewhere and talk.

I smiled, having fun with this, "What's wrong with right here?"

Alex smirked, looking up through long lashes, "I was thinking more private."

"Sure, we can go somewhere and talk," I said, putting extra emphases on the word.

Alex led the way to a study, where surprisingly there weren't any people. The room wasn't very big but it also wasn't small. It seemed like it was an office because there was a huge desk with a roller chair behind it as well as two smaller arm chairs in front of the desk. Shelves of books lined the walls. The only part not covered by books was the two big windows behind the desk and the door.

Alex ushered me into one of the smaller chairs and sat in the big one himself. He looked tiny in that chair, giggling as he twisted it around with his feet.

"So, Jack," he stopped abruptly, taking a sip of the drink he abandoned on the desk and pointing at me, "Tell me a secret."

"A secret?"

"Yes, something you've never told anyone before," Alex's eyes shone, "I'll tell you one."

"Alright," I began, "Uhm... one time I fell in love with my bully's boyfriend."

His eyes never left mine as a smile fell on his lips, "Something I don't already know."

I leaned back in the chair, playing his little game. I racked my brain for a secret to share with this drunk boy and came up with what I thought was a decent one. Even though he probably wouldn't remember it anyways.

"Early junior year I stole some of my mom's pot and smoked it with this guy so he would think I was cool." It was a true story too. There was this tall lanky kid I thought was hot at the time and I really wanted to hang out with him so I may have mentioned I had some bud and we smoked together under the bleachers once.

He nodded, thinking about it for a moment. "Did it work?"

I shrugged, "Not really. He only ever talked to me after that to see if I had more weed."

Alex scoffed, singing, "Lame."

"Yeah," I mumbled, "I guess it was. He was kind of a dick anyways."

"Who was it?" Alex asked, dragging out the word 'who' and swiveling the chair around some more.

I shrugged, remembering that it was actually someone he used to be friends with back in high school. It was one of those baseball guys he hung out with. I didn't think that they were best friends but they were definitely not strangers.

"Come on, I'm not gonna tell anyone." His bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

I sighed, he really probably wouldn't remember later anyways. "His name was Michael or Mike or something. I don't really remember."

"Wait." Alex said, kicking his feet up onto the desk. "Mike... Mike, Mike, Mike." He repeated the name a few more times and it seemed to hit him. "Mike Fuentes?"

I shrugged again, "I don't know, maybe. Actually, yeah that was it I think."

"He was on the team," Alex leaned back and looked at me, "Also he's Vic's brother."

"Oh shit, he is isn't he?" I cringed. I had a crush on Vic's little brother. Gross.

"But wait, Mike is gay?"

"No. I thought maybe he was but turns out he just likes weed."

"Makes sense."

"Alright, so was that good enough?" I asked the drunk boy.

"Mmm," he hummed, deciding. He finally opened his mouth to speak but instead of words, vomit spewed out.

Alex yelped after all the contents of his stomach were splattered all over the official looking desk. He looked up at me. "I'm okay."

I squeezed my eyes closed. Holy shit.