wow look. angsty shit coming.

John's POV

"Hey Alex!" I call, rushing over to my best friend's lunch table. I sit opposite him, and he looks up from his phone at me and grins.

"Hey Jackie!" He smiles, and I find it heart warming. To tell the truth I've always kind of had just a teensy crush on my best friend. But I mostly stopped those feelings from surfacing. Especially now he has a boyfriend.

"Where were you last night?" I ask, slinging my bag on the floor, hoping to sound casual, but really, I cared a lot. We had made plans to hang out, because well, he's my best friend. But he had basically stood up, because he didn't show. I ended up getting a slushy from 7/11 and watching musical bootlegs, on my own. 

"Oh," He almost sighs, but not quite "I had a plan with Thomas." He says this so casually I want to slap him or something. Third time this week he'd blown me off. It was Wednesday. Not to mention the whole of last week. And most of the week before.

I open my mouth to argue, but don't bother when I see a pair of hands covering Alex's eyes and a voice whisper "Guess who?" 

I refrain from gagging. Barely.

Alex giggles and playfully giggles "Tommy!" and seriously I feel actually sick. Thomas slides in the seat nest to him and glares at me. I raise and eyebrow and he smiles sadistically, the look screaming 'leave before I make you.' How is Alex not noticing? I frown, but stand up, picking up my bag.

Alex looks up at me and I lie smoothly "Oh, I've got a project to work on, I forgot." I throw my bag over one shoulder and shoot a last glare at Thomas, before retreating. 

My face falls when none of them can see, contorting into one of pain and hurt. 

And so, I spend another lunch alone, in the art room.

Time skip to after school

I don't want to sound clingy but I sent him five texts. All left on read. The fact I bother anymore astounds me.

Like a lonely ex, I go on his Instagram page to find a very new, like just now new, post of him and guess who, Thomas. You'd have to scroll back till your fingers ached to find one of him and me. I feel like I'm being pushed out of my own life.

Next day

I watch from the edge of the cafeteria as Thomas and Alex come very close to making out. Ew. I scoff and avert my eyes. 

"Gross, right?" A voice next to me says. I turn and see a small figure, with chocolate brown skin and dark hair. James Madison. 

"Definitely." I grumble. 

"Excluded from my own best friend." He mused. "I almost don't want to be in the same building as them."

"Me neither." I hum, before walking away and beckoning to him, "You wanna go eat lunch somewhere else?"

Time skip to next day again cause this story is short bursts

"Oh my god did you hear?" A voice calls, running up to me. I close my locker and turn to James, who is panting for breath. 

"No, what?" I ask casually.

"Well, a certain Hamilton got kicked off the debate team." He says brightly, his face lighting up. He giggles slightly. 

I gasp, but it morphs into a smile. My eyes widen. "What?" I breathe.

"A certain someone missed to many meetings, probably for his boyfriend." James giggles. I can't help but laugh slightly too. 

"No way..." I whisper. "Karma strikes in the best ways." I laugh, and we turn and walk to class.

Alex's POV

Oh.

A few days later

John's POV

It was after school, and most people were heading home. The halls were slowly deserting till they were empty. I stroll down an empty corridor when I near distant shouting. I prick my head up and follow the sound of the noise to find Thomas and James arguing. 

I don't intervene, its not my problem and it could make the situation worse, until Thomas raises his hand like he's going to hit or punch James. I've never moved so fast in my life.

James flinches and I pull him out of the way. "C'mon, lets go..." I mutter, shooting death glares at Thomas. The fact he was going to put his hand on his so-called 'best friend'. 

I lead James down corridors until we reach the bathroom and he breaks down sobbing. He throws his arms around me and pulls me into a tight hug.

"He... he as going to hurt me!" He sobs into my chest.

"I know... I know..." I hush. It was sickening.

***

James cut Thomas out of his life after that. He didn't bother even looking in his direction. I still spoke to Alex, but he was always, always with Thomas. Therefore, I suppose James became my new best friend. 

Until I got into an argument with Alex. It was after school, in a the art studio. 

I look up as the door creaks open. Alex sticks his head round the door and walks in, grinning. I can't help but smile back at him.

"Hi..." He whispers, coming and sitting on the stool next to me. 

"Hey..." I breathe back.

"So..." he murmurs, drumming his fingers on the stool, "Uh, I was hoping you'd like to hang out."

For some reason, instead of being happy at the fact he finally wanted to spend time with his best friend, but I frowned. 

"Oh, so like all the times I wanted to hang out with you?" I spit and he looks shocked. "All the times I asked for you to hang out with me, and you 'had plans with Thomas?'? Yeah, I don't think so."

"But-" Alex starts but I interrupt him seeing red, "I'm sorry but unfortunately, my answer is no."

Alex frowns, and pauses for a second before glaring at me and spitting "Look there's no need to be a dick."

"Oh so now I'm a dick?" I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah you are." He says back, our voices raising.

"But you weren't every time you had to hang out with you're boyfriend?" *heavy sarcasm here guys*

"I-"

"And he wasn't when he was literally forcing us apart?" I'm really shouting now.

"Actually, I think your just jealous." He sighs, like he's disappointed.

This puts the cherry on the fucking top.

"What the fuck?!" I shout, "What, are you on fucking drugs?! Why would I ever be jealous?!"

"Obviously cause I have a boyfriend and your just petty jealous of me." He huffs.

I want to punch the living out of him.

"You're so selfish that its all about you isn't it? All a-fucking-bout you?"

"Well you're obviously just worthless. I mean look at the way you're Da-..." He trails off, looking guilty. We both know exactly what was about to tumble out of his mouth. It heart like someone stabbed me. 

"Y'know what, Hamilton," I hiss. "Fuck you. You don't know what you have until its gone." 

I gather up my things and leave, not bothering to look at him again.

One Months Later.

Alex's POV

Oh my god John was so right. I don't know what I have until it's gone. Or had.

It hurts me every time I see John glare at me, blatantly ignore me, anything. I miss him. I was such a shitty friend. 

I mean, I loved Thomas (ugh ew) and he was my boyfriend, but maybe I had overlooked John. There was something missing now, like a giant hole.

I find myself absentmindedly staring at him from across classes and halls, corridors and cafeterias, like I just couldn't help it.

Thomas comes and snakes him arm around my waist and pulls me into his side. "Hey baby," (lord forgive me) he whispers and I bury my head into his shoulder. 

"You ok?" He hums and I nod ever so slightly, but it was more to myself.

Another month time skip cause fuck you this is only a oneshot-

John's POV

I was lazily scrolling through my phone, home alone. My parents and siblings were all busy that night so I had the place to myself.

Suddenly, I hear a faint knocking at the door. I roll out of bed, slightly startled, and run down the stairs before opening the door.

To my surprise, there stood Alex. He looked uncomfortable, his arms wrapped across his chest. He was wet from rain, I didn't even know it was raining. He had tears on his face, along with a worrying amount of blood, bruises and a black eye.

As soon as I open the door, he practically just throws himself into my arms. He sobs into my chest, mumbling "I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go." 

I'm taken aback but I slowly wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a hug and shutting the door. I ease him into the front room and sit him down on the couch as he continues to cry.

We sit in an almost comfortable silence as we hug. It had been so long since I had spoken to him. But I missed him I really did. His body fit in my arms so perfectly. I knew every curve. 

Eventually I pull him away, cupping his cheek. He looks at me with tears in his eyes, making eye contact for only a moment before looking away.  I tilt his head up and whisper "Alex, look at me."

He hesitantly meets my eyes. "Lexi, who did this?" I watch his lower lip quiver and his mouth move, speaking something I don't hear.

"Please tell me..." I plead, looking into his beautiful  blue eyes. 

A single tear falls down his cheeks and he fails to look at me again. 

"Was it Thomas?" I utter, expecting the worse.

"Yes..." He mumbles. 

"Oh," I whisper, pulling him into a hug. He sobs into my chest and I plant a kiss on his head. He looks up at me and frowns, and I have a sudden gay panic of if I should have done that. Oh no.

He leans in closer to me, my breath hitching as he comes close. He slowly presses his soft lips to mine. I flutter my eyes shut as I smile into the kiss as I had imagined doing so many times.

wow that ending was flat. also can we agree that the only option after betrayal is arson???? thank you-