I've written ten chapters in the course of two days.

How the fuck-

John Pov
My Sunday was spent cramming in all my homework and occasionally napping. The thing about Sunday is, it's all fun and games until you realize it's after eleven PM and you have school the next day.

I grabbed my backpack and walked to school, doing my speed walk, as usual. I glanced down at the burn on my hand.

How would I explain that to people? Oh I just..dropped a cig on my hand, you know? Because that happens a lot.

Or I could just pull an Alex and be like 'None of your fucking business' and pull out a switchblade.

Actually, why would anyone talk to me at all about it?

I waited to cross the street, looking into traffic. I wasn't surprised when I saw Alex on his motorcycle, a cig in his mouth, looking all badass, per usual.

I sighed, looking down at the sidewalk. I'd never be badass.
I'm just..
normal.
I'm just me.

I saw him speed by, a few cars honking at him. I scoffed, smirking ever so slightly. That fucking Hamilton.

When I arrived at school, I was still fucking early. God that makes me mad. I sat down on the bench and put my chin in my hands, looking into the parking lot.

"Hey," Alex said, sitting next to me.

"How do you do?"
I asked, glancing at him.
"How do I do what?" He asked.

I snickered, shaking my head.
Alex grinned, clicking his tongue.

"Hello boys," Eliza said, sitting down, Peggy by her side.

"I'm a man, not a boy." Alex muttered. "Prove it," I said, nudging him.

He scoffed, "Fuck off Laurens."
"So Alex," Eliza started.

"Tis my name." Alex muttered.
I snickered and muttered, "Shut up."

"I was wondering if for prom that you'd maybe..
go with me?"
Eliza asked.

"Ooh shit!" Peggy exclaimed, covering her mouth. Alex gave a nervous laugh and stood up, scratching the back of his neck.

"Uh..
I..um..
sorry. But I uh..."
He stammered, shifting his weight on his feet.

Oh wait.

Didn't he say that he's never had a girlfriend before? Oh shit is he gonna come out to Eliza?

I mean..he could be bi, or pan but..
I don't know man.
I don't see this going down well.

"Yeah?" Eliza asked, still slightly hopeful.

He coughed and glanced to me.
I smirked, he's not doing to well.

"I'm sorry but no." Alex finally choked out.

"O-oh...
can I ask why?"
Eliza asked.

Alex put a finger up and then just walked away. I grabbed my bag and sprinted to him.

"Bitch you fell on you face! That was so fucking awful! Damn, I've heard people stutter before but
that!
And you! And you doing that!"
I exclaimed,walking next to him.

"What would you have done? Because I'm not about to say, 'oh, sorry Eliza, I'm not into you because I like dick. Sorry.'"
He snapped.

"Oh wait are you actually upset?"
I asked.

He didn't say anything, but he did keep walking.

"Wait, Wait Alex? Are you alright?"
I asked, practically chasing him.

"I'm fucking fine alright? Maybe go see if Eliza's alright because as you said, I just fell flat on my face and there's no doubt that she's upset with herself and with me. Hell, I may not be her friend but I'm not a fucking idiot." He said.

He leaned on his motorcycle and pulled out a cigarette.

It was silent between us.

He glanced to me and sighed.
"You want one?" He asked quietly.

I nodded.
He handed a cig and lighter to me.

"Are you gonna like..apologize to her or somethin'?" I asked.

He shrugged, taking another drag from his cig.

"Depends on how upset she is. There's no way she liked me that much though. I hardly know her. She has pretty eyes though." He replied.

I leaned against a car and nodded. "What about you?" He asked.
"What about me?" I asked.

"What's your plan on Prom?"
He asked.

I shrugged.
"Probably go with Peggy as friends. Unless I get asked out, but I highly doubt that happening." I said, snickering softly.

I heard the bell ring. Alex sighed and tossed his cig on the ground.

"You wanna skip?" He asked. "Wait..wait skip? With you?" I asked.

"No, with Ryan fucking Gosling, yes with me." He said.

I smiled.
"Yeah, okay."

"You ever skip before?" He asked. "Once or twice." I said, shrugging.

He gave a short nod and hopped onto his motorcycle.

"Get on," He said.

I've never been on a motorcycle before. This is gonna be fucking cool. I got onto his motorcycle and held the back bars under the seat.

"You ready?" He asked.
"Mhm." I hummed.

"Alright," He muttered, starting up his motorcycle and leaving the school behind.

This is so fucking awesome.