"I'll hurt him. I'll break his neck. I'll break every bone in his fucking face. Hell, I'll kill him," Alex was pacing around the room absolutely livid. He cracked his knuckles what felt like a million times, constantly threatening this disgusting creature that he had not yet even encountered. John was almost scared of this behavior. Alex could be possessive, or protective, but this was a whole new level.

After nearly half an hour of pure, seething anger, Alex seemed to take notice of John and he allowed his entire demeanor to soften. He rushed over to the bed and embraced John.

"If that prick hasn't straitened out by now then I'm gonna make him regret it," Alex told John. It almost made John smile. Alexander was one of the least intimidating people he knew. Alex seemed to take notice of this, and fixed his sentence a little. "With the help of some of our friends," he added. This did get John to laugh slightly, and Alex felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"Now, let's fix this mess," Alex said, gesturing to the state of John and his surroundings. "You're very lucky that you are unexceptionally cute, or else you would be in deep shit." John was delicately laughing now, and Alex commended himself on cheering him up, at least slightly.

Alex told John to go shower properly. He told John that if he wasn't allowed to get out and end it for at least an hour. Meanwhile, as John showered, Alex cleaned the bedroom. It wasn't too difficult, John clearly hadn't left the bed very much in the time he had been MIA. All was going well until Alex found on John's dresser a picture of John when he was younger. He was holding a girl's hand, looking mildly uncomfortable. He was surrounded by a bunch of guy friends, too. Looking in the background, John realized this was taken in front of John's college.

Realization hit Alex when he realized why this had been taken out, and he pocketed it. John shouldn't even still have this, and Alex could use it for reference to make sure that this new teacher was the fucking asshole John described to him. His heart broke a little bit when he saw it though, and now he couldn't shake it. Partially seeing John in college, so uncomfortable and unhappy, and the fact that you could sense his facade through one photograph. And also the fact that John brought this photo out, and reminded himself of these times when this happened.

When John got out of the shower, meeting Alexander's time requirements and then some, he was gestured to come into the bedroom where Alex had two outfits laid out on the bed. Alex looked perplexed about something. John raised an eyebrow at him, feeling a little awkward considering he was standing there with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

"So, I went into your closet to pick out an outfit for you," Alex started, and John was already laughing. "And I thought it would be easy. But now I'm not sure what I want you to wear." He gestured to the outfits. "I wasn't sure if I wanted you to look insanely adorable," he pointed at the outfit with the soft yellow knit sweater. "Or unbearably hot," he nodded towards a sheer white v-neck that John would normally wear to work out. John decided to go for the sweater.

"Good choice," Alex said. If you go back to school on Monday then you can wear the sexy outfit since it's a gym day and you will want to make that fucking cunt jealous," he finished cheerfully. John rolled his eyes, pulling on the sweater and the jeans.

"Who said I'm going back on Monday?" John questioned.

"Well all I know is that you had better not fucking quit your job because of one bad person. You wouldn't stop eating fruit because of one rotten apple would you?" Alex questioned. John hated when Alex was right, but it was undeniable in this situation.

"Fine, I will. But how about for now we just watch Netflix? I've had a rough week," John was practically begging even though Alex would never turn down this opportunity.

"It would be my pleasure," Alex said.

OOF I hate jeffershit so much it's crazy