So What? (Alexander)

Jarod honestly had no idea what he was doing as he sat on the bleachers overlooking the track. The sun above him was beating down on him as he began to stretch out on the row he was on, taking advantage of the empty stadium. His notebook was open to the last page he'd written on--his latest diary entry, about his conversation with Sera and a few of the guys he'd met while "getting out there" like his new friend suggested. So far, though, there wasn't any guy he'd found that was that great. And certainly not as great as Vijay, who, as much as he hated to do, Jarod couldn't help but compare any and every boy he met to. It was ridiculous, considering the two barely knew each other and what they had was simply a huge crush on Jarod's end, but still. No matter how much Jarod wanted, no matter how much he tried and tried, he couldn't just give up on Vijay, even if the latter boy had told the former himself he didn't like him. The lovebug was just one virus he couldn't get rid of, even 800 miles away.

Alex had finished his fourth lap around the track when he noticed someone sitting on the bleachers. He thought nothing of it, so he continued running. As he jogged his fifth lap, "Gasoline-House Mashup" played through his headphones. It reminded him of his god-awful sister, Keira, who also attended Beata. He had begged his parents not to allow her to go to school with him, but they thought it would be best if she learned how to control her powers.

He reached the bleachers once again and decided to take a break. Alex trudged up the bleacher steps and sat next to his bag, which was one platform above the guy he noticed awhile back.

Jarod heard the soft tapping of shoes against the bleachers, but it wasn't until the footsteps stopped and there was a creaking noise did he remove the book from its place on his face and turn his attention to where the noises came from. He found a boy who looked a bit older than him sitting on the row right above his own. "Sweet Jesus," he murmured softly, looking up at the young man before him. The very hot, sweaty young man in front of him. Jarod couldn't help but stare for a good minute or two before getting a hold of himself. He opened his mouth to say something, but words wouldn't come out, so he just swung himself up so that he was sitting on the bleacher and doodled in his notebook, mentally cursing himself.

Alexander noticed the boy looking right at him, but he went on with browsing Instagram. He secretly watched the boy from the corner of his eye as he stood up, but still kept his head down. After the boy sat back down, Alex looked up from his phone.

"Kid! What's your name?" Alex brashly asked, not minding his own tone.

The sixteen-year-old jumped at the voice of the boy he was starting at, falling off his spot on the row. He landed in between the row he was on and the one right below it, clutching his head and groaning a bit. Jarod rose to his feet, his hand still on his head and his vision blurry for a few seconds before clearing. "Damn," he cursed, letting his hand fall back to his side and his gaze go back to the boy. "I'm Jarod," he answered plainly, taking back his seat on the bleacher row. "You?"

"Alexander So," he replied, avoiding eye-contact with Jarod.

Alex averted his gaze back on Jarod. He noticed Jarod's doodled-up notebook and let out a dry chuckle.

"So did you come out here to stalk at the runners, or are you gonna run?" Alex teased.

Jarod blushed, his hand loosely grasping his notebook. He couldn't help but smile at the boy's--Alexander's--laugh. "I didn't come dressed for running, really," he admitted, gesturing to his normal t-shirt and blue jeans. And you're pretty hot, Jarod silently said, his outer body showing a smirk before he looked down at his shoes timidly.

Alexander lightly scoffed at the last part. Alex was not one for such shameless flirting. He was so used to his baby sister, Keira, running around and flirting with random-ass guys; Nevertheless, casual flirting had come to disgust him, no matter how used to it he was.

He leaned far in towards Jarod. Staring into his eyes, Alex asked, "Why are you here?"

He moved away from the boys personal space. Alex straightened his back, his posture always perfect, stared out at the track. "If you're not here to run, then why are you here?" Alex asked again.

He could feel his heart began to quicken as Alex got closer to his face. "I, er-like, I mean," Jarod stammered. He shut up quickly, letting the other boy speak. Before trying to answer again he took in a long breath, afraid of screwing up again. Exhale. "Okay," he stared calmly. "I really just came to see the different parts of the school and write," and he raised his now-closed diary up so that it was level with his face. "Is that fine...?" he asked quietly, praying to God Alex won't punch him or something.

Alex looked back at the boy. "Yea," he said with a kind smile. All of the sudden Alex's phone buzzed.


Alex stood up and stretched. "Well, I'm going to run a bit more." With that Alex descended the bleachers slowly, leaving his bag signalling that he'd come back.

Jarod let out a sigh as Alex ran down back to the track, leaving the first boy alone. He plopped down on the bleacher below him, his back to the field and his eyes focused on the gym bag sitting on the a row closely above his own. He was curious as to what was inside it but he knew his boundaries, deciding looking in it wouldn't be good in the end. The fifteen-year-old turn his head to see what Alexander was doing to find another boy on the track. He muttered a curse, exhaling a long breath again afterwords. You should've guessed someone as cute as him already has a date, hi brain immediately thought. Or maybe it's just a friend and you have a chance.. Or it's just a friend and he's straight. Jarod bit his lower lip, wondering what to do.