Never See You Again

By ChibiNagisaSakura

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Chapter 5. No Name

The alarm went off for the fifth time before the defeated teenager struggled to his feet. It wasn't the alarms that woke him, it was the cold snowball that hit him hard against the head that did it.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?" Jack asked for the third time to Jamie as he sloppily dressed himself.

"No! Why are you still here? I'm trying to get dressed!" He grumbles.

"Please, I'm not interested in watching you dress besides, I'm forever frozen to be in my teenage body forever. Nothing new." Jack uses one hand to balance him on his staff, body straight up in the air.

"Not the point!" Jamie yells zipping up his jeans. With a sneaker he found lying about, he chucks it at Jack's staff, causing the spirit to topple over with a crash. After, he starts digging around on the floor trying to find a long sleeved top that passes the sniff test. "I like my privacy..."

"When you come back from school, this place is going to be clean." Jack takes a pair of last week's boxer shorts of his head.

Jamie left the house a few minutes before classes actually started. Though it bugged Jack Jamie would be an hour late for school, he was just happy Jamie was going. To make sure he did go, Jack followed secretly behind.

The adolescent boy walked slowly, shuffling his feet, making sure to waste as much time getting to school than in school. Middle school wasn't all it was hyped up to be.

Cupcake didn't fit in but no one said anything about it, if they did, she'd kill them. After the years she became the goth everyone knows today.

The twins; Caleb and Claude became celebrities of middle and high school. Caleb became a basketball superstar and Claude football. They had looks, sports, and girls.

Pippa changed the most out of everyone. She started middle school wearing her white hat with short hair, baggy trousers and hoodies and played sports with the boys only to come out with no hat, long hair, mini skirts and tank tops and her interests revolved around makeup, hair, fashion, boys, gossip and cheerleading. She is on the level Caleb and Claude are. She dated both twins here and there in her life.

Monty was Jamie's only friend at the end of the day. Both were bullied. Jamie was just too innocent like a child where as Monty was seen as the freak of nature. Though Monty got bullying ten times more extreme than Jamie did, he always wore a smile and was there for Jamie. Jamie couldn't ask for a better friend.

Then they all went to the same high school.

Jack watches as his friend's, the last light, face screws up in pain. Tears threaten to spill from Jamie's eyes. His teeth dig into his lower lip, trying to stop his lip quivering. The memory wasn't one that Jamie remembered, it was the one that haunted him. He didn't have to remember it, it was always there. It waited to strike when Jamie was most vulnerable which seemed to be all the time.

Jack couldn't help but feel as if he needed to know. What was this nightmare Jamie had and how can he help his friend?

Jamie arrived to school for the first time in months late. He entered the English class where pairs of eyes all fell on him in horror, including the teacher...except for one pair he didnt recognise. A girl. A new girl. Maybe not new now but to him, new.

Pippa, the twins and Cupcake shared the same class with him unfortunately. They now try to avoid eyes with him, starring down as he walks pass.

Sometimes friends grew apart, sometimes they become total 'fucking bastards' as Jamie puts it.

Jack hovers in front of the school doors before flying back to the house. He wasn't joking about cleaning the place.

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Jack enjoyed himself all over the world, returning in time for school to end. He enjoys dancing in the frozen fountain outside the school. Obviously his fault the water froze in it. He lay between a dip in where the water from the fountain flew out of and froze in a perfect curve. Just a few seconds...

First Jamie came out, then the bell rang signalling the rest to get out. Jamie practically sprints to get home compared to going to school.

Jack before following caught sights of Claude, Caleb and Pippa. Each met eye contact with him but try not to make it obvious. Their eyes widen in disbelief that he really was there just as he was when they were children. Jack acknowledged then before flying off after Jamie.

"What the fuck did you do to my room?" Jamie finally home asks.

"Just what I said I'd do. Cleaned it."

"Tch, that's so gay." Jamie throws his bag down and begins to change into something comfy.

"I wonder if homosexuals use the phrase, 'that's so straight,' on each other the way we throw the word gay round."

Jamie looks over at Jack with the look. "Shut-up."

A cigarette finds its way into Jamie's hand, ready to be smoked. He plops himself down into his chair. He'd cut right now but Jack kept a close eye on the boy.

"So, how was school?"

"Oh fuckin' fantastic."

"Must you curse at everything?"

"Must you walk me to school this morning? That's right, I knew!"

The two suffer in each others silence. Both huffing like five year olds. The boys stared for a moment. The testosterone lingered around and was soooo thick, one could cut it with a knife.

Relaxing a bit off, Jamie turns away and takes a puff out of his cigarette, flicking ash into the ash tray. Jack just turns the opposite way, rubs the back of his head. Pondering for a second on what to do next, Jack turns with the same question.

"How was school?"

It's the question no one wants to hear their parents say. It's good if you have something great to say. You got an A, you won a competition or just something interesting. Most of the time, nothing happens. You sit, you listen, you write...depending on who you are of course. Basically, you live a boring and stupid routine that never seems to change. Then if shit did happen, you wouldn't tell your parents. Some do depending on the person but Jamie was the kind who wouldn't.

"Fine..."

"Liar. What happened?"

"Nothing!" Jamie puts his cigarette out in the ash tray.

"Liar. What you do?"

"Nothing!" Jamie whines like a child, pushing away from the desk, away from Jack, to the other side of the room.

"Come on Jamie!" Jack flies and lands on top of one of the drawers, bent down, slightly higher than Jamie but they met eye to eye. The spirit squints his eyes showing for one he wasnt playing about.

"I don't like school, I hate it!" Jamie spits. "Everyone looks at me like I'm a odd, a freak, sick or something!"

"Jamie, you kinda are sick, you need help!"

Jamie pushes away and twists in his seat away from Jack again however the spirit was just as fast, and they ended up face to face again.

"Jack, fuck off and mind your own business."

Jack stopped Jamie from moving with a disgust look on his face that made Jamie feel shame. With a defeated sigh, he engages in Jack attempts on being sociable.

"I know I need help. Needed it for a long time. School sucked, okay?" He looks up at Jack with hurt eyes. Jack backs off into the air letting Jamie swivel around in his chair. "I always get weird stares now. From everyone! Even the teachers! Oh, except for this one girl..."

"A girl?" Jack crosses his arms, leaning on the bedroom wall half way up. His lips curl into an all knowing smile and his eyebrows lift up.

"It's not like that. She must of transferred when I was off. She'd give weird looks if she knew me"

"What she like? Is she pretty?"

"Um...Not really. She's kinda ugly. She's blonde but not the nice kind. She's not tanned and she doesn't have a nice ass or...yeno." Jack knew and rolls his eyes. "She's kinda sickly pale. I bet you can see veins on her chest. She's really thin too. Like...stick thin! I wonder if she's ever been seriously ill."

"How's that make her ugly? Each girl is pretty in their own way." Jack comments. The girl Jamie described reminded him of someone from a long time ago.

"I guess shes really cute but...Not my style..." the teen lies.

Truth is, despite what the fashion industry of today call flaws, Jamie thought the girl beautiful and adorable. Huge eyes, little button nose, good eyebrow game as they call it and a sweet caring smile. The pale colours made her look very clean, very innocent and her makeup was very lightly done. Jamie knows makeup makes girls feel confident in themselves and he's okay with that. With, without, it didn't make a difference to him but he couldn't but mention the makeup in his head. Maybe it's because the makeup was a part of her. It's what made her, her.

Jamie kept memorizing the mental picture of her.

"What's she called?" Jack asks, bringing Jamie out of his thoughts.

That's when it hit Jamie.

"I don't know nor do I want to know."

Jamie doesn't know the girls name where as all Jack could think of was a girl no longer here, with a name and similar appearance to the girl Jamie describes.