-Jack G's POV-

Nate and I went to the bathroom and looked for JJ. I busted every door open until I found him. There was only one I couldn't open. It had to be JJ. I knocked on the door softly and he whimpered.

"JJ? You alright in there?" I asked. "No." He mumbled. The bell rang, telling us that we have 5 minutes to get to class. Nate and I weren't going anywhere until JJ came out. Even if it took all day. Well, I think Nate would leave sooner or later, but I'd never leave. It's weird how I have so much concern and love for this kid even though I met him yesterday.

"Just go to class. I'm not feeling too good. I'll be alright though. Don't worry about me." He said.

"JJ I'm not gonna leave you. I don't care if I miss class. I'm just wanna make sure you're okay." I said leaning my head on the door.

"I told you I'm fine. Please just leave me alone." He begged. I feel so bad for him. Why does he want to be alone so desperately? "Guys go to class lets go!" The principal shouted from outside the bathroom.

"JJ just come out. I'll take you to the health office. Just come out please." Nate said. "I said leave me alone!" He shouted. I flinched a little bit and walked out of the bathroom.

"Dude, what are you doing? He needs us." Nate said catching up to me.

"If he wants to be left alone that badly, let's just let him be alone. If he really needed our help, he would've said so." I said.

"Yeah I guess you're right. See you at lunch alright." He said. I nodded and walked to class by myself.

-Jack J's POV-

I feel a little bad for leaving Jack and the other guy, but I really wanted to be alone. I feel horrible for yelling at them to leave me alone when they were trying to care for me. I can't let them know what's going on at home. They'll ask me a bunch of questions that I don't wanna answer.

I walked out of the bathroom slowly, since my abusive dad hurt me, to class by myself. As soon as I got there, the teacher sent me back to the discipline office to get a detention because I was late.

On my way there, I saw Gilinsky. I tried to walk away from him so he wouldn't see me, but he saw me anyways.

"Hey JJ, you alright?" He asked walking towards me. I sighed and decided to wait for him.

"Yeah. I'm just really sore-from running at the....park yesterday. I needed to take my medicine. Only it goes in an area you're not allowed to look at." I lied.

"So that's why you told me to go away. You just needed to put your medicine. Alright. So, what's your medicine called?" He crossed his arms. Dammit. He's questioning me. I suck at lying.

"It's actually really hard to pronounce. So, I can't tell you what it's called. Sorry." I scratched the back of my neck.

"Well maybe you can give me the bottle/container/tube thingy. I could help you pronounce it. That is, if you're telling me the truth. Which, no offense, but I have a very large feeling you're not." He said getting closer to me.

I felt shaky inside from how close he was to me. And damn! He smelled like guy heaven. I bit my lip and stared at the ground. "Can we please not talk about this?" I mumbled.

"What is it with you and hiding things from me! I just want to help you JJ. I'm not gonna hurt you. I see you're already hurting bad. Emotionally, physically, and mentally. Please just tell me what's wrong. I hate seeing you like this. I know we barley met yesterday, but I have so much concern for you. I know you've been going through some things. It's all in your eyes. I'm sure I can help you JJ. Just tell me." He put his hands on my shoulders and looked at me in the eyes. I winced at the pain and he let go of me.

"I'm sorry. Did I press on you too hard-." His mouth dropped. My sweater fell from my shoulders and I didn't even notice. He saw all the bruises and cuts on my body. I quickly covered them and looked at the ground.

"JJ, are you being abused?" He asked softly. I didn't answer him. I couldn't. He looked at me in the eyes, waiting for me to answer.

I turned away and sighed. I don't know why I feel so uncomfortable when people look at me in the eyes. Oh right, I remember now. It's because my dad would do the same to me before he hurt me. He looked at me with such disgust, anger, and hate.

Every time someone looks me in the eyes, I remember the horrible memories my father and I had. The look Jack was giving me wasn't hatred or anger. It was more like, concern and anxiousness.

Tears formed in my eyes and I had trouble breathing. A few of them fell onto the ground. I nodded and his mouth dropped. He hugged me and I cried on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry Jack. Really I am." He said. I felt tears on my shoulders. He was crying.

"It's not your fault. My mom had him arrested again this morning. I won't have to deal with him anymore." I sniffled. He hugged me tighter and I winced. I tried to be strong but I couldn't help it. The pain was intense.

"Sorry. I guess I have to be careful with you." He slightly chuckled. He let me go and wiped his eyes. I took a deep breath and did the same. "Cmon, let's get out of here." He said walking off.

"Where are we going?" I asked catching up to him. "My house. You were gonna come there anyways. But don't worry, we aren't gonna get in trouble. My parents are at work. We have the entire house to ourselves." He said. We got in his car and he plugged the aux cord into his phone. We stayed silent for the majority of the car ride. I didn't know what was playing, but this was a really good song.

"What's this song called?" I asked breaking the silence. "Know Yourself by Drake. Ooh my favorite part is coming up. I was running through the six with my woes! You know how that shit goes!" He yelled. I laughed at how much passion he had for this song.

We got to his house in about 10 minutes and went inside. He took me to his room and closed the door.

"So, what do you wanna do?" He asked plopping himself on the bed. I shrugged my shoulders and looked around his room.

First of all, it was huge. He had a queen size bed, a giant dresser, a walk in closet, and a bathroom. "You like it?" He asked. "Huh? Oh, yeah. How much did all of this cost?" I asked.

"No idea but I know it wasn't cheap. Not all of this stuff is new though. Actually, the only thing that's from this century is my bed. Everything else was either a hand me down from my grandparents or from a garage sale. Are you hungry?" He asked.

"No not really." I said. "Too bad. I'm making you a sandwich." He said going to the kitchen. This guy is really nice.


Idk about the last part lolz. Poor JJ. My baby got abused. :,(

Song of the day: Over Again by One Direction

Baii 👋

-Cassandra 💩

Edited on: April 28, 2015

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