Jack's pov.

                                    

                                          
As you can tell from the title, this chapter will be in Jack's pov! I really decided that I like this character a lot, so I wanted to try from his point of view. I don't know how it will turn out, but here we go!
                          
(Let me know what you guys thought in the comments!)
                          
Jack's pov.
                          
Really? You have got to be kidding me! What are the odds that they, of all people, were walking down the hall just as the ninth graders were teasing me?
                          
Like, zero in a billion! Come on, is my luck that bad?
                          
Yup, a voice in the back of my brain said. It is.
                          
 Shut up, I told it as I pulled Conner's sweatshirt on. It was a little big on me, but I was still grateful.
                          
I walked across the bathroom, looking in the mirror. My brown hair was still dripping wet, and it hung like a mop on my head. I shivered as goosebumps appeared on my arms.
                          
I couldn't believe it. It was just so...so unexpected. And weird. And embarrassing. And really, really, humiliating. Why did Conner, Y/N, and Bree have to be going to the library just then? Out of all the times they could have gone...
                          
Whatever. It didn't matter. I was fine. Everything was fine. Yeah, just perfect. Wonderful.
                          
I stared at my reflection for a moment longer, my flushed cheeks and red nose, before pushing the door open and walking down the hall, towards my next class. Science.
                          
I stopped in front of the door. People swarmed around me, grabbing their books and such, but I had just remembered something. Conner was in this class.
                          
My day just kept getting better.
                          
I took a deep breath, forced a smile, and pushed the door open.
                          
There were a lot of students in the room. I wasn't the last to arrive, thank god, but the teacher was glaring at me because he was about to start class. All heads turned towards me, some people chuckling.
                          
I gave a hesitant wave and sat next to Conner, who was my only friend in this class. I tried to keep my head down low, because I knew he probably had a million questions, and he had a right to know the answers, but I wasn't really in the mood. I mean, who would be?
                          
This was a familiar thing. Me moving to a new school, finally being able to make a few friends, and then to lose it all after they found out about the bullies, who seemed to be everywhere. No matter where I went, they were there. 
                          
The same thing had happened at my last school, and when people found out, nobody would even look at me without snickering. It was awful, and of course none of the teachers really cared. They all say, "If you have an issue, come and talk to us!" But they don't really mean it. I knew that first hand. When I went to my favorite teacher, Mrs. Sanford, all she said was, "They're probably just joking, Jack. Give it some time."
                          
Yeah. A whole lot of good that did me.
                          
And really, is shoving someone in the trash joking? Or how about beating them up, or locking them in a locker, or sticking notes to their back, or starting rumors about them, or calling them names, or stealing their lunch, or dumping water on their head, or taking their homework, or ruining their projects, or filling their locker with slime, or pulling their hair, or shoving week old bananas in their gym locker, or pushing them down the stairs? Are those things just joking? 'Cause it sure didn't seem very funny to me.
                          
I glanced at Conner, who was looking at me sympathetically. He reached over and slipped a note on my desk just as the teacher started his lesson
                          
Are you okay? Is what the note read.
                          
I'm pretty sure my brain stopped working in that moment. He wanted to know if I was okay? Where were his other questions, like why didn't I tell him, or how long it had been happening, or something like that. No, all he wanted to know was if I was alright.
                          
I almost smiled. No one ever wanted to know if I was alright before. Nobody, not even my own parents, cared how I was.
                          
I glanced at him, and the response I wrote was true. Yeah.
                          
He scowled at the paper after I passed it back to him and scribbled down, Are you sure? 
                          
This time I did smile a little. Conner probably thought I was a insane, but I felt warm all over as I read his response again. Are you sure?
                          
He actually cared. He wanted to make sure I was okay. Of course, the circumstances could've been better, but at least somebody was actually concerned about me.
                          
I wrote, Of course.
                          
I was about to hand it back to Conner when someone exclaimed, "Jack, Conner! What are you doing?"
                          
I looked up to see the teacher, Mr. Devin, glaring at us through his small glasses. In the back of my mind, I wondered, off topic, how he really saw out of them. They were tiny!
                          
"Jack, were you two passing notes in my class?" He said, fuming.
                          
I smiled sheepishly. "No?" It came out like a question.
                          
I could hear Conner facepalming behind me.
                          
Mr. Devin glared harder, squinting his eyes. "Detention. Two for you, Jack, and one for Conner."
                          
Conner wrinkled his eyebrows. "Why does Jack get two? We both did it!"
                          
Mr. Devin crossed his arms. "He lied. And I suggest you keep quiet, unless you want another one."
                          
Conner slumped in his seat, his face red, as all the kids stared at us.
                          
Mr. Devin looked satisfied with our embarrassment and walked to the front of the room and began teaching again.
                          
Oh, well. I've been to detention before. A lot, actually. At least Conner would be there, too. And I wouldn't be at all surprised if Y/N and Bree got in trouble and ended up with us. At least I wouldn't be alone, like I normally was.
                          
I didn't really care about getting in trouble in that moment, or how Mom and Dad were going to kill me, or how the ninth graders would probably be in detention, too. I just kept thinking about Conner's note.
                          
At least someone cared.
                          
At least someone was a little concerned.
                          
It may have only been one person, but when you've been craving affection your whole life and not getting it, it was more than enough.
                          
Someone cared about me.
                          
A/N Welp I did it!! It was 1201 words long, counting this A/N. I hope you guys liked it! I might add Jack to my regular cycles, and maybe even Bree. Idk, what do you guys think? Let me know in the comments!
                          
Anyways, hope you guys have a great day! I should be able to update tomorrow, too, because I'm remote learning. (Our school got shut down for two days due to Covid, so I'll have extra time.)
                          
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