The New Boy

Chapter twelve

"I hate people," I say to Jake and slam my locker door that has the word freak written across it in marker.

"Me too," he says back and I sigh.

"How many days do tryouts last?" I ask as we starts to walk down the stairs.

"Today, Wednesday, and Thursday, we find out Friday if we made it or not." Jake says back and I nod.

"Okay," I say when we get closer the the locker rooms. I stands on my toes to kiss his cheek. He smiles and he stops once we are right in front of them.

He hugs me tightly and I hug him back. He pulls away.

"Good luck babe," I say and he smiles.

"Thanks," he says and pecks my cheek then walks into the room. I walk out and someone touches my shoulder. I quickly turn around and see Gemma.

"Hey," she says and I smile at her.

"Hey," I say and she walks next to me.

"I need your advice," she asks and I look at her.

"On what?" I ask and she thinks for a minute.

"Someone I know, cares a lot about me. He- I mean they, really like my and I really like them. If that makes any sense." she says and I smile.

"So you like each other is what you're trying to tell me." I ask and she grins, nodding.

"Yeah, what do you think I should do?" she asks me.

"How old is he?" I ask and she puts her hand on her neck.

"Fifteen..." she says and trails off.

"He's a lot older then you Gemma." I say and she nods.

"Not really, a little less than three years." Gemma says back.

"That's still a lot." I say and she shrugs.

"I know, but I really like him. I don't know." she says, smiling. I smile at how much she acts like Jake.

She looks just like him too. She has the bright blue eyes, dark hair. Her hair touches about halfway down her back and her hair is parted down the middle. She's a really pretty girl. I know she a lot younger than me but I still find myself comparing myself to her. Her whole family, everyone but Anthony, is at least five inches taller than me, which sucks.

"Do you want me to talk to him or something?" I ask.

"Nah, I just mean, should I ask him out?" she asks back.

"How long have you known each other?" I ask and she shrugs.

"Four days?" she says and I look at her.

"That's a little early.." I say back and she shakes her head.

"You and Jake only knew each other for a week," she says and I nod, knowing she right.

"Yeah... but it's different." I say and we start to approach my house.

"How?" she asks and I stop in front of my house.

"I don't know, but if I were you I would wait for him to ask you honestly." I say and she nods.

"Thanks," she says and waves as she walks away.

I unlock the door and throw my stuff down on the couch, plopping down next to it. I put my feet up on the couch and unzip my book bag, taking out my biology and chemistry binders. I find a pencil and take out my papers.

After two hours of finishing homework and catching up on what I missed out on yesterday, I finish all my work. It took a while since I got distracted a few times. I pack my stuff up move to the side of the couch. I take my phone out of my back pocket and decide to read though my messages. I know I shouldn't but I do anyway.

"Do you really cut yourself?"
"Did you do that to yourself?"
"Are you crazy? Or mentally insane?"
"I heard that Jake did that to you." After I read that I stop reading through them. That one really got me. I don't know why, I just couldn't imagine Jake hurting me like that. Then again, I couldn't imagine my dad hurting me either and look where that ended up. No. No, he wouldn't. He loves you. He wouldn't do that, right?

I don't know, he could end up like my dad, drunken and abusive. But if he does, I'll leave. But I can't, I need him.

I put my head in my hands and shake my head. Good thoughts race through my head then my mind questions them. I pick my phone back up and keep reading.

"Freak."
"Are you nuts?!"
"What happened!"
"Psycho"

I suddenly feel my phone being snatched from my hands.

"Hey!" I say quickly and turn around. Jake sits next to me and shakes his head.

"Stop reading that." he says and puts my phone in his pocket.

"Give it back." I say and hit his arm.

"I will later." he says and talks off his baseball cap, putting it on me. "Hey," he says and I just leave it on.

"Hey," I say back and smile a little. I fix the hat so it fits on my head like it should.

"I'm not going to be able to make baseball." he says and I look at him.

"Why?"

"I have to go Florida." he says back. We live in Maine so Florida is really far from us.

"Again, why?" I ask.

"Their grandfather died," he says and I lightly put my hand on his leg.

"I'm sorry," I say and he shakes his head.

"It's not the big of a deal to me, I didn't know him," he says and I nod.

"When do you have to leave?" I ask and he sighs.

"Tonight, we are staying for about a week." he says and I frown a bit.

"Can't you stay here?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"Tried that, no. I also tried you coming with us, no." he says and I nod. He hugs me and I hug him back. He lightly rubs my back. He slowly pulls away and pecks my lips.