[Jack's pov]

My mom told me to look "presentable" so I took that as "Hey Jack, put on as much band merchandise as you can. Maybe the people have a hot daughter or something!" So that's what I'm doing. 

I ran to the bathroom that's connected to my room. Before I say anymore, yes having my own bathroom is amazing. I grabbed the basket of band bracelets I had sitting on the wooden shelf and piled a lot of them on. I smiled at all the band bracelets the lined my arms. I then straightened my hair. Yes, I'm a guy and I straighten my hair, it's not that big of a deal! 

"Jack! Come set the table!" My mom yelled from the kitchen. I ran downstairs and met my mom, who had a not-so-pleasing look on her face when she saw my outift. "Go change." She sighed. Just as a frown made it's way to my face the doorbell rang. I smiled, now I can't change!

"Nevermind it's too late, okay let's go answer the door." My mom and I opened the door with smiles on our faces. Really, I don't see why she's so nervous. 

The couple in front of us looked posh but not too posh so they're alright I guess. But where's their kid that's supposed to be my age?

"Hi, I'm Isobel, and this is my husband Peter." Isobel shook my mother's hand. 

"I'm Joyce and this is my son Jack." My mom getstured to me. I smiled and waved at the couple. 

"Oh, Jack, my son is still at our house. Can you go get him for us?" Isobel smiled even more. 

"If you want, the boys could hang out there for awhile. Dinner won't be done for another half hour. So us adults can just talk." And there it goes, my mom and her new friend trying to set up "play dates" for me to make new friends. Ew, socializing. 

"Sure. Where's his room?" I asked Isobel and Peter as they sat down on the couch. 

"Upstairs, first door to the left." Peter spoke and turned back to my mom and Isobel. I sighed and got my skateboard from the porch and went across the street. 

The door to Peter and Isobel's house was unlocked so I just walked in. No one was downstairs so I assumed that this kid was in his room. Like me most of the time. I ran up the steps and heard someone's voice. I walked to what I guess was Isobel and Peter's son's bedroom. I slowly and quietly opened the door and peeked my head into the room. There stood their son singing into a hair brush. 

"I got gloss on my lips, a man on my hips

Hold me tighter than my Dereon jeans
Acting up, drink in my cup
I could care less what you think
I need no permission, did I mention
Don't pay him any attention
Cause you had your turn
And now you gonna learn
What it really feels like to miss me

Wuh uh oh uh uh oh oh uh oh uh uh oh"

I held back my laughter and just watched the guy sing "Single Ladies" by Beyonce. He skipped a few verses and bridges and went back to the most known part of the song. 

"All the single ladies (All the single ladies)

All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies
Now put your hands up

Wuh uh oh uh uh oh oh uh oh uh uh oh
Wuh uh oh uh uh oh oh uh oh uh uh oh"

I couldn't take it anymore. I swung the door open and fell on his bedroom floor in a fit in laughter. My face was bright red and I could barely breathe from laughing so hard. 

"Who the fuck?" The kid turned around and an embarssed expression was planted on his face. I stopped laughing and just stared at him. 

"You're Peter and Isobel's son?!" I yelled and got back up on my feet. I really should have expected this, nothing ever goes my way. But seeing Alex singing and dancing to a Beyonce song was really amusing. I should have taken video. 

"Jack?" Alex look horrified. Can't blame him, if someone walked in on me while I was dancing and singing a beyonce song in my underwear I would be scared too. Yes, I did just say Alex was in his underwear. 

"Dude, please put some pants on while we argue about this." I shielded my eyes away from his black underwear. 

"Why and how did you get into my house?" Alex rose an eyebrow as he zipped up his jeans. 

"Your parents are friends with my mom. I live across the street, and they told me to "Go make friends with their son." But that is not going to happen." I stated more quietly. I felt my black eye throbbing as I removed my sweaty hand away from my eyes. Disgusting. 

"Oh shit what happened to your eye?!" Alex started to walk closer to me. 

"Such a fucking dumbass." I said under my breath. 

"Look, can we pretend to be nice to each other for the sake of our parents?" I continued with my annoyed tone of voice growing stronger. 

Without asking I walked further into his room and sat on his bed. Well, it's going to be a long 30 minutes before I can go back to my house and hate my life even more. 

"So, you like Green Day and Blink-182 huu?" Alex asked, inspecting my shirt. 

"Yup." I popped the p. So boring, so bored. Help me. 

"Cool. And I see you like to skateboard." Alex pointed at the board in my hand. 

"Look, out parents aren't here so you can stop being nice. I know you don't like me, and let's just make this clear that the feeling is mutual." I broke the awkward conversation.

"Well what am I supposed to say or do for the next half hour? Punch you in the other eye?" Alex's tone took a complete 360 degree turn and stopped at angry. 

"Psh, it wouldn't surprise me if you did." I sassed him right back. 

I rolled my eyes and left Alex's room. I went outside and started to walk to my house. I heard footsteps behind me, must be Alex. Doesn't he know when to stop?

I ran up the stairs and went into my bedroom. Alex's bedroom is way bigger than mine, it's cleaner and everything is just nicer. Because hes a rich stuck up prick that's why. I sighed and fell face first on my bed. I heard the door open and then close. I mentally rolled my eyes and stay laying on my bed. Soon I felt someone's body weight sit right on top of me. I bent my head back in an uncomfortable position and saw that it was Alex. 

"Get off of me fatass!" I yelled. I wasn't too loud, I didn't want Peter and Isobel to hate my mom because of my words and hatred towards their son. 

"Not until you expect Mark Hoppus as your lord and savior." Alex spoke calmly. 

"Fuck off, I bet you don't even listen to Blink-182." I snarled and pushed Alex off of me. 

You may think that Alex is the victim here, but he isn't. He's like the devil that likes to act innocent when really he's fucking you in the ass with his evilness. 

"Whatever faggot." Alex retorted. 

"A faggot is a bundle or pile of sticks. Gay means happy. But if you mean that my sexuality is that I prefer guys, then you're wrong. I like boobs, like your mom's. Ohhhh!" I out-smarted Alex. Alex's face turned red with anger and soon he was tackling me to the floor. Punching and kicking me. Pure hatred running through his veins. 

Well, I'll probably have another black eye from "falling fown the stairs" fuck. 

"I fucking hate you." Alex spat. He didn't only spit his words, but he also literally spat right in my face. 

Alex left my room, acting like nothing ever happened. I shook my head, I really need to stop being brave. I give up, I can't be brave it's only getting me hurt and that means I have to lie to my mom. Not like I don't lie to her already, I do have secrets I keep away from everyone, including Zack. No one but me knows about them. 

I grunted and shrugged on my Green Day jacket and got my skate board. I ran back down the stairs to see everyone piling their plates with food. 

"Oh Jack, honey, dinner is ready." My mom smiled. 

"Not hungry." I mummbled and walked out of the house. My mom yelled my name numerous times but I wasn't in the mood. My mood is more like a mixture of depressed and angry at the moment. Though, I'm used to feeling like this. The feeling where I'm so empty and no one is there to keep me occupied and away from my awful thoughts. 

I skated to Zack's house. My only friend's house. The wind was like a slap in the face, obviously from me skating fast because it's really warm outside. 

"Hey man, can I come in?" I asked Zack. 

"You know you don't have to ask that, fucktard." He laughed and led me to his room. 

"So, how'd the dinner go?" Wow, it was like he read my mind. 

"Awful. The new people across the street just so happens to be Alex and his parents. He's an only child and he punched me in the face again." I sighed. 

"Wow, I'm sorry. The guy seems like a douchebag." He sighed and sat next to me on his bed. 

See, this is why we're best friends. Zack and I are so alike and he's a good guy. We're literally each other's only friend. We're such outcasts, that's what it has come to. Yeah, in younger grades we used to have our own group of friends but by the time we hit 5th grade everyone ditched us for the developing popular crowd. Assholes. But I am glad that Zack stuck around, I'm not sure what I'd do without him. 

A/n- I was going to wait a few days before I posted the second chapter but I couldn't resist oops ;-; enjoy