SING ME TO SLEEP BY SINGMETOSLEEPBILLIE
A/N this is an all time low fan fiction, the first all time low jack barakat/alex gaskarth one i've written and i'm sorta freaking out that it's not that good but if you leave reviews you can help me get better!
JACK POV
I heard him yell. He spun so fast i thought he was about to take off. His gray beanie went flying, followed by his body. Lying on the floor of the school hall; he looked so helpless. Looking around I approached him. I held out a hand to pull him up He just shot me a glare and scrambled to his feet; grabbing his stuff he scuttled off to the bathrooms. I watched after him with a pained expression. As the bell for English rang i walked after him and shoved the door open.
"Alexander?" I called in. All I heard was a rustling of paper towels as i walked in. Peeking around the corner i caught a glimpse of his hair. I headed over to where he was wiping his nose with a paper towel. There was a trail of bloody towels along the counter. He glanced at me through the mirror and looked away.
"What do you want?" He snapped at me. In all honesty i deserved it.
"I came to see if you were okay?"
"Shame you couldn't when James was around huh?" He spat with a bitter edge.
"Alex I'm sorry... You know him."
"Yeah, I also thought I knew you! You're my best friend Jack! You're supposed to help me out!" He cried. It broke my heart as he dabbed at his face with the rag in his hand.
"I am Alex! I just didn't know what to do! He used to bully me; I can't seem to stand up to him..." I knew i was just searching for excuses. I mean, it was true, but i should have helped him. He was my best friend. I got a sharp look off him but the anger was chipping away. I shuffled closer to him and took the cloth out of his hand, dampening it under the tap. I moved his hair out of his face as i wiped away the crusting blood. I frowned when i saw the bruise forming beneath his chestnut eye. This was my friend; More of a brother to be honest and i had let James attack him. What a good friend i am. "You're gonna have a black eye, mate." I told him as i took my water bottle out of my bag and wrapped a fresh towel around it. I held it against his already swelling eye. He nodded and replaced my hand with his, throwing his stuff back into his bag. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it read 2.34. Home time already? I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder. Pulling up my hood i started to walk out into the hall, towards my locker. Opening it i gathered my stuff and shoved them into my rucksack.