Kitty

18

TW: some PTSD, mentions of Attempted Rape

(Back to Leo's POV)

As soon as I remember what happened last night, I start shaking uncontrollably. Ah, great, and now tears are thrown in for dramatic effect. But then an arm snakes around my shoulders to press me into a warm chest, and another arm begins to rub my back comfortingly.

My shaking slows down, along with my tears, and I take deep breaths to calm down completely. When I feel ready to take a peek at Jay, I almost blind myself doing so. How the fuck is his face so perfect?

His smile makes me blush and I bury my head back down under his chin.

"No, no, and no." I mutter.

"Hm?" He hums, his voice slightly deeper due to just waking up.

"He didn't rape me, I'm not okay, and he didn't hurt me." I say, peeking back up at his face.

He frowns slightly, looking at me with worried eyes.

"I'm not okay emotionally. Because I was almost raped, and I wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. Thank you for rescuing me and staying by my side last night." The last part I say shyly, definitely self conscious of him being so close to me right now.

"Oh Leo, I'll always be here for you," Jay says, smiling softly. My heart nearly melts. I feel my cheeks turn pink and I nod instead of attempting to talk. That would most likely result in me stuttering like an idiot.

We stayed cuddled up next to each other for a while, which may have been awkward for anyone else, but it felt natural to us. Maybe it's because we like each other. Does Jay like me? Why would he like me? He's too good for somebody like me.

I start overthinking, which is what I'm best at, causing my breathing to quicken suddenly.

"Leo?" Jay says, studying my face. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Take deep breaths with me." He inhales slowly, gazing into my eyes to encourage me to do the same. So I do. And soon my breathing is back to normal, and I relax. I really like Jay.

"Hey, Leo, I have something to tell you," he says, glancing around nervously.

My eyes widen and I freeze. Jay? Nervous? What's he going to say?

"Um, I've known you for about a month now, and I was wonderi-"

"GET UP SLEEPING BEAUTIES!!!" Spam says, busting the door open.

I flinch, sitting up quickly. To my right, Jay does the same, making it seem like we've been doing something suspicious. Like sex. It doesn't help that I'm naked from being almost raped last night either.

Spam looks at me, then Jay, then back to me. "Oops, did I walk in on something?" She says, smirking. I blush madly, looking down at my hands which are fidgeting with my bedsheet.

"Yes, you did. I was having an important conversation with him." Jay says, narrowing his eyes at her. Her eyes widen and it seems like she immediately feels guilty. "It's fine, I can always tell him later. Anyway, did you two deal with the bastard down the hall?"

You two? Who else is in my house still? Bastard down the hall?

"What's going on, Jay?" I ask, staring expectedly at him.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"After that pedophile tried to rape you, I tied him to a chair and left him for the girls to deal with. I would've dealt with him myself, but... it seemed like you needed someone at the time."

"Oh, we dealt with him alright," Spam says, cracking her knuckles menacingly. "After he woke up, we threatened him until he talked. And that asshole had the audacity to lie to us."

"Who's us?" I ask, genuinely confused.

"Spam and I," Lola says, joining her at the doorway. "And Spam's the one lying. We didn't have to threaten the wimp. He pretty much just woke up and started crying and whimpering. He was obviously confused about where he was. I think he suspected that we kidnapped him.

Turns out he's just a moron who forgot his contacts at home. Apparently he mistaked your only way of communication while drugged- the hum-like sounds you were making- as moans and was too dumb to think otherwise. Also, he's as blind as a bat without his contacts. So I'm not sure this was actually a rapist. I think he's just an imbecile who's blind. But, maybe he was faking this whole dumbass act. You'll have to talk to him if you really wanna know. Or we could just report him to the police anyway. Your choice."

I'm not quite sure what to say. He didn't rape me, so if I did decide to report him, he probably would not get punished much, and he really does sound like a harmless dumb guy.

"...I'll stalk him at school and decide if he's worth reporting based on how bad or good of a person he is." I say, feeling exhausted from this whole ordeal.

Jay whips his head around towards me, ready to argue, but I stop him by holding up my hand.

"Drop it. I can decide on this myself." I say harsher than I mean to, but he needs to understand that it's my business and choice, and not meddle more into this. I'm grateful for his help though, and so glad he saved me.

"Thank you, guys. I'm so sorry I got us into this mess." I say, sliding out of bed with a blanket around my waist to cover up everything I didn't want my best friends seeing.

"It's not your fault Leo," Spam says softly.

"Yeah, it is. I shouldn't have drank a random dri-"

"YOU DID WHAT???" Jay shrieks, jumping out of bed. "LEO! What did I tell you specifically not to do at Nate's party?"

I sheepishly look away, edging towards the bathroom that connects to my room.

"I don't remember," I say quietly, staring at my bare feet.

"Bullshit. You little rat, do I have to supervise you at all parties now?"

"Mm mm," I hum, shaking my head. "I won't do it again. I've learned my lesson, Jay."

He sighs, facepalming. "You shouldn't have had to experience that to 'learn your lesson'."

I stay quiet, knowing he's right. I still feel like it was my fault, because I knew I shouldn't have drank what drugged me, but I did it anyway.

"Do you guys want breakfast?"

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Jay uses a lottt of syrup on his waffle. I use none. I like cutting mine up and dipping it in butter. Yes, I know I'll probably have diabetes later in life due to this, but quality over quantity.

"Thanks so much for cleaning up the house, guys. Girls, actually."

Spam nods, busy inhaling her waffle.

"No problem, Leo. You might wanna repaint the bedroom door on this floor, though." Lola says, looking disgusted as she reaches for her glass of water.

I cringe, thinking of the vomit stain covering it. I'm never throwing a party again.

"Yeah... anyway, you two really helped me out. Wanna do something fun today so I can repay you?" I ask, waiting for their replies. I really am grateful that they cleaned the house up, otherwise my parents would have come home to an area of destruction.

"Nah, we've got important stuff to do," Spam says between mouthfuls of her breakfast. She gives Lola a look, causing me to be confused and also uncomfortable.

"Ummmm, okay," I say, looking at them suspiciously. Jay laughs, causing even more confusion for me.

"I'll hang out with you, Leo." He says, throwing a stunning grin my way. This boy gives me so many butterflies.

"Sounds like a plan," I say, tossing a grin back.