Closets Or Not| j.sims+c.johnson

Chapter 12

Jakes POV

I looked up to meet blue eyes. It was the waitress. I look down and then avoid her gaze. I nod slowly because I don't trust my voice. She gives me a look.

"No your not." She whispers and comes to the door. She leans against it and I can smell her perfume. She seems sweat but I need to be alone.

"Open the door." She whispers to me and I look up. I sigh and unlock the door. She opens it and looks at me. It's not pitty that he has in her eyes. But pure concern. I have tears in my eyes.

"What's wrong? You got up right as that boy came in and joined your table." She says and I look at. She smart and sweat. Soon she'll really see the world and the sees a hell. Not the paradise she sees now.

"It's complicated. He's a bit homophobic-"

"And your gay" she says and I shake my head. I sigh and grip my knees. My hands are shaking a but less but my mouth is still dry.

"No. Not really. I mean I like girls but I like him." She nods in understand meant and rests a hand on my leg. She sighs and looks me in the eyes. She just stares for a moment and I wonder if she knows who I am.

"I saw them. The cuts and scars." She whispers and I nod. I look at her like a deer in headlights.

"Is it that obvious?" I ask her shocked and se shakes her head. I look up questionably she speaks in a whisper and I don't speak.

"Not if you don't have them yourself." She says and pulls up her sleeve. It's part of her uniform but I bet she's glad about the long sleeves. Gagged cuts up her arm go ever which way. She won't make eye contact. I can make out the word 'whore' cut into her arm. I look at her briefly then back down. I see that none are fresh.

"Wh-how? Your so pretty." She nods and looks up. I see fear of judgement in her eyes along with the longing ness for trust and safety.

"It says whore. Everyone thought that I was. Because one of the guys on the football team claimed to have slept with me. He claimed that I wasn't a virgin either. Then my parents found out and they disowned me. But that was after months of disapproving looks and angry scream filled nights." Her voice isn't even a whisper and a tear goes down her face. But the she looks back up at me.

"I moved here thinking that I'd never have to see them again. That was two years ago. I haven't even spoke to my parent since." She looks down and I grab her hand. She smiles and I run my finger over the word over and over. I then squint.

"It's not true." I say and she looks at me. I have tears in my eyes and I press my lips. Her gaze has years on it.

"Your not. I can tell." I say and rest my head on hers. She lets a tear slip and. I quickly wipe it away. She smiles and stands. She holds my hand as she does. I stop her.

"What's your name?" I ask her and she smiles, then tilts her head to the side. Pulls her hair behind her ear and speaks.

"Ellie." Her voice is small and I smile. Then I look at her. A smile now plays on my face.

"Jake." She smiles and pulls me out of the bathroom. I tug her sleeve down as we do just in time. She gives me a great full smile. I go back to the table and sit. The boys all look at me.

"What?" I say and none of them says anything to me. I see my food and smile. The only person who knows my breakfast order is Casey. I don't dare look at him.

"That was a girl." Casey says in shock. I look up at him and glare. I set my fork down before I throw it at him.

"Yeah?" I continue to press the matter. He shrugs and looks up at me. For the first time on weeks his eyes aren't filled with disgust.

"I don't know. Just didn't think you swung that way." He says and puts a piece of pancake. He got my order too. Well shit.

"Well I do. Your the one who accused me of begin gay. Homophobe." I hiss Andy el oils at me.

"Dot call me that." He hisses and now he won't look at me. I glare and look at his plate. I can see Ellie looking at us from the corner of the room. I grip my knife and Tom takes it from me.

"Why not, its true." I snap and he slams his fork down and stands. After he realizes that he's standing he sits.

"No it's not! Chet's best fiend is gay!" He yells out and now everyone is looking at us. But I to fucking steamed to care. I yell back.

"That's Chet! That's Chet's best friend! What about your best friend! It's like you don't ever care anymore Case!" After I yell that out my eyes widen. Casey seems to calm down in seconds ad his eyes soften as he looks at me. My mouth is open and I throw money on the table.

Then I leave. I know someone's behind me but I keep going. Then I feel a small land on mine. It's Ellie. I don't say anything but rap my arms around her small frame barry my head in her neck.

"Jake what the hell man?!"

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A/N

Oh shit! that hurt to write! I'm trying to update three times today and this is 2. Because I haven't updated in a couple days! Sorry for that!

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