Forbidden Love -JJ Maybank x y/n Cameron

Chapter 33

Y/n's POV:

"Shit." I mutter. Wonderful. Topper just saw me self-harming.

"Why would you do that to yourself?" he asks, tears fill his eyes. 

"I've had a lot going on at the moment, just please don't tell anyone." I beg. Topper comes over to me and gives me a big hug.

"I won't tell anyone. I just don't understand y/n. What could be so bad that you would want to do this?" he asks again. I pull away and sit down on my bed. He sits down next to me.

"Well, I literally got kidnapped and while I wasn't here JJ-" I'm cut off by my crying, "He cheated on me." I whisper. Topper doesn't say anything. He just hugs me again. I cry into Topper's shoulder for a while before I feel him getting annoyed. I turn around to see JJ leaning in the doorway.

"Care to share what's going on?" JJ asks.

"JJ-" I begin.

"It's none of your business." Topper says, cutting me off.

"May I talk to you in private Topper?" JJ asks. Topper looks at me. I roll my eyes.

"Just do it." I say. He kisses my forehead before following JJ into the hallway.

JJ's POV:

That scene made me sick. The way he had his arms wrapped around her. The way she had her face in his shoulder. The way he kissed her forehead. The way she opened up to him about god knows what. Or at least I think she opened up to him about something cause they were both crying and she was crying into his shoulder, something she used to do with me. She'd tell me what was wrong and I would just hold her and she would cry in my shoulder until she felt at least a little better.

"What did she tell you?" I ask, calmly.

"Why do you think she told me anything?" he asks.

"Topper, she's my girl, I can read her." I say.

"She's not yours man. Not anymore." he says.

"Oh, so that's what she told you." I say sadly.

"She wouldn't have told me willingly. I caught her-" he says, covering his mouth. His eyes are wide.

"What? Caught her what?" I ask.

"I shouldn't tell you." he says.

"Tell me for fucksake." I demand.

"I get it, you wanna know but I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone!" he says.

"So not even Sarah knows?" I ask.

"I don't think so, no." he says.

"Fuck, it must be bad then." I say, panic taking over everything.

"It is JJ. And it's all your fault." he says.

"Topper, Topper, I know you don't like me and you promised you wouldn't tell anyone but this is really important and you need to tell me. I'll know what to do, just tell me and I'll leave her alone." I say.

"I already know what to do. Although it would be nice to have you off her back, especially after what you did." he says.

"Please Topper." I beg as tears form in my eyes.

"Shit bro, are you gonna cry over this?" he asks.

"Yes, yes I fucking am because I care. I fucking love her dude so tell me!" I say, tears falling now.

"You should've thought about this before you cheated on her." he says.

"Kie kissed me!" I yell. Why does no one believe me?

"What? It was with Kie?" he asks.

"Fucking hell, just go comfort her. I'm leaving. I can't stand to be here anymore." I say as I turn to leave.

Y/n's POV:

Topper finally comes back in.

"What did he want?" I ask with disgust.

"To know what's wrong with you at the moment." he says. 

"What did you tell him?" I ask.

"I didn't say anything about your burning, if that's what you're asking." he says.

"Thank you." I say. This doesn't feel natural. Topper comforting me. JJ not knowing what's wrong. I hate it. I hate him. He's fucked up my whole life and all because of one kiss with one of my best friends.

...

Topper and I hang out for the rest of the afternoon. Thankfully, he doesn't bring up my burning again. Well, he did tell me he'd book me in for therapy but other than that, it was almost as if he had forgoten about it.

"I had a lot of fun today." he says. 

"Me too." I say with a fake smile. I just wanna be alone right now.

"Bye y/n, have a great evening." he says. Topper leans in to kiss me but I push him back. 

"Sorry, I'm not ready for anything like that yet." I say.

"I understand. Bye!" he says.

"Bye." I say as I close the door. Honestly, Topper is not the most fun person to hang out with. I go into Rafe's room. I heard he likes his drugs so maybe he'll have a joint I can use. I dig around his room for a couple minutes before I find one. I take it and make my way out to the backyard.

I light the joint and bring it to my lips. Weed is never the answer but honestly, my life is so fucked right now so I don't even care. 

"There you are!" Sarah beams as she closes the back door behind her. "Can I have some?" she asks. I giggle as I hand her the joint and watch as she breathes out the intoxicating fumes.

"Is JJ ok?" I ask.

"I don't know. I haven't heard from him in a while." she says, handing me the joint.

"I wonder if he jumped off a cliff or something." I say.

"Y/n!" she squeals, "You would actually be so upset though." she says.

"Would I though?" I ask sarcastically, "Kidding, kidding! I would never recover. My cheating ex killed himself." I say. Sarah frowns.

"You guys have real love though." she says.

"Used to and no we actually never had real love. Real love is just in fairytales. There are no happy endings." I say.

"Me and John B have real love." she says.

"Well then you're living in a wonderful fairytale." I say.

"You can't stay mad at him forever." she says, a frown spread across her face.

"Sarah, it's been a week. I don't think I can forgive him for this though." I say.

"Ok. Take your time for healing but when you're ready, he deserves for you to listen to him." she says.

"I'll talk to him eventually. I'm just not ready." I say.

"I know, but when you are." she says. I nod as I take another hit of the joint.

...

The next week was pretty much the same. I would come home from school and most days, burn. That was only really on days when I saw JJ and Kie together a lot. Or if I got really stressed. It's not even about JJ anymore. Anyways, today is Friday and I have a therapy session. My first therapy session.

I'm a little nervous. I'm upset. But most of all, I'm mad. JJ has put me in fucking therapy now. Kill myself, it goes for an hour. Not literally kill myself of course.

I'm waiting in the waiting room. There are so many emos in here. I'm trying not to laugh at them, but it's just kinda funny. They're all just sitting there, with their black clothes and hood up. I can see their hair falling in front of their faces. It's black and incredibly straight. It's so funny. 

Then again, I guess I'm here for the same reason as them.

"Y/n Cameron, Dr Miller will have you now." the receptionist says. Oh shit here we go.