The New Boy

Chapter eight

I wake up the next day, Saturday, and see that I'm laying on top of Jake. I see that Jake is awake but watching TV. He has his hand resting on my back, playing with my hair.

"What time is it?" I mutter tiredly and he looks at me then at his phone.

"About eleven," he says and rubs my back a little. I sigh and he smiles.

"Morning," Gemma says tiredly and walks out, heading right for the kitchen. I lay my head back down on his chest.

"Hey," Jake says back to her. I slowly try to stand up and he helps me a little. He sit up too and sighs.

"Why aren't you at your moms?" I ask Gemma.

"Her and her boyfriend went for some romantic getaway or something for the weekend." she says and I nod. "Want anything?" Gemma asks both of us and we both shake our heads.

"I'm good," I say and sit back down next to Jake. He looks at me and I look back. He smiles and I tiredly smile back.

"What's today?" he asks and lightly puts his hand on my thigh.

"Four months." I say back and he lightly presses his lips against my forehead. I smile and he smiles back.

"Awh!" Gemma says and we both look at her. She walks toward the chair that's next to the couch with nothing in her hands which is surprising since I thought she was getting something. She puts her legs in the chair and smiles at us.

Jake stands up and pulls me up off the couch.

"What?" I groan and he shrugs, smiling. He lightly grabs my hand and leads me to his room. "What?" I ask again and he laughs a little.

"No reason, just because I can." he says and I smile. I roll my eyes and sit in his bed.

"Where's your brush?" I ask and he looks around. He shrugs.

"There is one in Gemma's room." he says and I sigh, walking to Gemma's room. I open her door and walk toward the bathroom. I turn on the light and look around. I open the cabinet that's under the sink.

I freeze when I see the shinny metal. I lightly pick it up and mess with it in my hands. It cuts my fingers up a little as I shuffle the blades through my fingers. I see the broken handles to razors tore up and I stare at the razor for a minute. I know I should flush them but I don't. I put them in my pocket since Jake took my blades when he found them a while ago. My breathing picks up and I slowly stand up. I lightly tap my finger on my pocket.

I know I won't tell Jake. I'm almost positive that he doesn't know. I shut the door and turn off the light. I walk out and back to Jakes room. I open his door and he looks at me.

"Didn't find it?" he asks and I shake my head.

"No," I say back and shut his door, hoping to talk to Gemma alone.

"You okay?" he asks and I nod. I sit on the bed next to him and he looks over at me. I look back and he slowly leans in. I do the same and he slowly kisses me. I kiss back for a minute and slowly pull away. I push his hair back and he smiles. Someone bangs on the door and open it, Gemma walking in.

"Who took them." she asks firmly and I instantly know what she's talking about. Her eyes are just a little red and glossy like she has been crying.

"Took what?" Jake asks and looks at her.

"I did." I say back and she looks at me.

"Please let me have them." she says and I shake my head. I stand up and Jake looks at both of us.

"Took what?" he asks and again, looking at both of us.

"Nothing," I say back and I walk toward her. "Come here," I say calmly to Gemma and she looks at me. I can easily tell she's panicking. She walks out and I start to follow her. I look at Jake.

"Jamie what the fuck is going on." he asks again and I shake my head.

"Girl stuff." I say and it's the first thing that came to mind. I close the door and look at her.

"Please give it." she asks again and I shake my head.

"Gemma I said no." I say and lead her to her room. I shut the door and look at her.

"Jamie you don't understand," she says back and I sigh. "Yes I do," I say back and she looks at me. It's pretty sad that she actually has to look down at me.

"You do?" she asks and I nod a little.

"Let me see." I ask and she shakes her head.

"I really don't want to."

"Please?" I ask and she slowly rolls up her sleeves. Cuts fill her forearm front and back. Some minor some deep. I lightly take her arm and she looks down. They aren't as bad as mine but they are still pretty bad. I put her arm down and gently roll down her sleeve.

I know I could give her the "Stop doing it" speech, but I don't. I hug her and she hugs back. I hear her start crying and I rub her back. I know I won't let go, I'll let her.

"I'm sorry, I can't stop." she says and slowly lets go of me.

"Yes you can. You need someone." I say back and make her look at me.

"What do you mean?" she asks and I sigh.

"From when I started to before I met your brother, I had no one. Nobody to talk to. I'm always here. I'm not saying anything will happen, but if anything does happen between Jake and I, I'm still here." I say and she keeps looking at me.

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"He knows about me, I didn't say anything about you." I say and she wipes her eyes.

"Jamie please don't tell Jackson." she says and I nod. The reason we call him Jake isn't because his name is Jackson. It's because his middle name is Jacob, so we call him Jake. For whatever reason he hates the name Jackson. I ask why and he just shrugged and told me that he just doesn't like it.

"I won't."

"Promise me." she says and I nod again.

"Promise."

"Where did you put them?" she asks and I shrug.

"It doesn't matter." I say and she shakes her head.

"Do you have them." she asks and I don't answer. "Do you have the blades." she asks and shake my head.

"No." I say back. I know that I have to have them since Jake took mine. Gemma hugs me again and I smile.

"Thank you." she says quietly and pulls away.