The New Boy

Chapter seven

I wake up the next day and look at Jake, who is still asleep next to me. I smile and lightly shake his shoulder.

"Wake up," I say quietly and he slowly opens his eyes to look at me.

"We should skip today," he says and grunts.

"No," I say and he grunts again.

"Okay okay," he says back and slowly sits up. I sit up as well and he looks at me. He lightly smiles and I smile back. He looks down at my wrist, the scars showing.

I look down and he lightly takes my arm. He lightly kisses the scars leading from my forearm to my wrist. He lightly sets my arm down.

"Jamie," he says and I look at him.

"Yeah?" I ask and he looks back.

"I'm proud of you." he says. I did relapse about a month ago, but I've been doing better.

"Thanks," I say and he pecks my nose. I lightly smile and he lightly takes both of my hands.

"Can I tell you something?" he ask and I nod.

"Of course." I say and he looks into my eyes.

"I know this seems early," he says and my heart beats fast. "I love you Jamie." he says and I look down for a second then back to at him. I smile and hug him. He hugs me back and lightly rubs my back.

"I love you too." I say back and he slowly pulls away. He kisses me and I smile and kiss him back. I slowly pull away and he bites my lip a little as he does.

"We aren't going to be one of those really cheesy couples are we?" he asks and I laugh. We usually joke about how the movies are. Making out all the time, calling each other names like Daddy, etc. He does call me baby girl or babe. I do the same thing, just with baby not baby girl obviously. I smile and grab my phone.

"We're late." I say and he shrugs.

"Why do we have to even go?" he asks and lays back down.

"Because I can't keep missing days," I say and try to pull him up. He laughs and I obviously can't. He sits up and I stumble back a little. I stand up and so does he.

"Clothes..." he says and looks around.

"Find something of yours, your stuffs everywhere." I say and slowly take off my shirt. I look around for a clean shirt. I realize I don't have any clean ones. I finally find on and slip it on. I slip on a pair of jeans. I walk out and grab the brush as I do. He looks at me and smiles.

"What?" I ask and I see he found a green shirt and he is wearing the same jeans as yesterday.

"That's my shirt," he says and I look down at myself, for whatever reason I just not realize that he's right. I grab a hair tie off of my wrist and tie the shirt off.

"Well it's mine now." I say and I smile back at him.

I quickly just put on some concealer and mascara. I slip on a jacket to cover the scars along with my shoes. He sits down and puts on his shoes as well.

"What time is it?" I ask and he looks at his phone.

"It's 7:30," he says and I nod, knowing that we are going to be there around eight which is late. I sigh and stand up.

"Ready?" I ask and be stands up too.

"I guess," he says and grabs his book bag. I grab mine as well. I walk out and he follows me. I walk out of the house and lock the door.

"Hey, maybe we could go somewhere after school." I ask him and we start to walk.

"Like where?" he asks and I shrug.

"I don't know, like out to eat or something. It's three months tomorrow." I say and he nods.

"I know," he says and lightly rests his arm around my shoulders. "Let's wait until tomorrow then," he says and I nod.

We arrive at school and it's not surprise to see that everyone is already in class. We go to the office first, they give us a unexcused slip. I knock on the door and the teacher walks over, opening the door. The whole class looks at us.

"Why were you late?" the teacher asks and looks at the slips.

"Probably having sex with a different guy." one of the popular guys who sits in the front says and everyone laughs. The notice that Brady isn't laughing. Although his friends keep hitting his arm and laughing, he just sits there. I walk to the back and Jake follows. We sit in the usual spots in the back. She continues with class.

"What's up with Brady?" Jake as almost as soon as we sit down. It's usually Brady who starts everything, gets everyone going on laughter. I look at him and shrug.

"I have no idea." I say and he nods.

"I'm still worried about this whole thing." he says and I get my things out.

"About what?" I ask and he gets his stuff out too.

"His mom," he says back and I sigh.

"Why are you so worried about this?" I ask and he shrugs.

"I don't even know." he says back and I look at him. I know that Jake is very protective over Gavin, Gemma, and Anthony. So I'm wondering if that has to do with it.

"Just talk to your dad about it, try to figure out like how serious they are." I say and he nods.

"The rest is a free period to study," the teacher says and I sigh, knowing we have exams. Of corse, no one studies, they run into their groups if they are not there already.

"I guess it's good we went today, I forgot about exams." he says and I nod.

The bell rings about fifteen minutes later. I stand up and Jake grabs his stuff and grabs my hand. He writes something and doesn't let me see it. He puts my arm down and I look at it. It says 'dick'.

"What the hell?" I ask and he laughs.

"I found a marker on the floor," he says and I laugh a bit too.

We walk out and I walk to the bathroom to wash it off. I make sure no one is in the bathroom and I roll up my sleeves. I turn on the water and scrub the marker off my hand. I hear a picture being taken then the door shutting. I ignore it, thinking I heard someone outside. I roll my sleeve back down and walk to my next class, not ready for exams. I walk to the back and sit next to Jake.

"Did you get it off?" he asks and smiles as the teacher goes over the rules.

"Not all the way," I say and smile back.

The teacher talks for another twenty minutes. I listens bad nearly fall asleep listening.

People keep looking back at me and whispering to the people next to them. Jakes phone buzzes and he pulls it out, putting it next to his desk so the teacher can't see it. I look at him and he frowns a bit, putting his phone under his leg.

"What?" I ask and he sighs, shaking his head.

"Nothing," he says and I keep looking at him.

"What?" I ask again but more sternly. He doesn't answer and the teacher passes out the papers.

Soon enough, my phone goes off as well in my book bag. I quietly open it and try not to let the teacher hear me. I slowly take out my phone and put it next to me. I keep looking up and seeing if the teacher is looking at me. I see several picture messages from different numbers. I open it and see it's a picture of me standing over the sink with my sleeves rolled up, the picture is zoomed in on my scars.