Janxx - Dark Places

Chapter 2

As I woke up today I didn't think anything was going to happen, at least nothing like this.

"DRAG ME TO THE GRAVE" my phone screamed out, pulling me out of my dreams. Yeay, another day in hell, I thought. After getting dressed I slumped out the door and walked to school. I was a couple of minutes early so I just sat in homeroom waiting for first period. And then some guy sat next to me. He was dressed like me; black skinnies, combats, and a band shirt, specifically Mötley Crüe.

"Hi, i'm Jinxx," He said.

"Hi, i'm Jake."

"I just moved here and I was wondering if you could show me around and help me not get lost. Maybe we have the same schedule?"

"Yeah, totally," I said taking his schedule and looking it over.

"How could you get lost, we have all the same classes."'

"We do? That's great."

We spent all day together and I found out a lot about him. His real name was Jeremy but he preferred Jinxx. He liked a lot of the bands that I liked, he played rhythm guitar and his birthday was this month on the 7th. I think i've finally made a friend.

Everyday he would sit next to me and we'd talk whenever we had the opportunity. One night when I was sitting in my room Rebel Yell came on. Without thinking I started to daydream about Jinxx, stopping when I realized what I was doing. But, I don't like Jinxx, or, do I?

I kept thinking about that night for a week until I finally forgot about it. Maybe a month later I went over Jinxx's house to work on a project from writing. We were supposed to write a poem with our partner and we really needed to start it. We were sitting in his room listening to music and discussing the poem when Rebel Yell came on. I immediately remembered the incident from a few weeks ago and tried not to look at Jinxx. He noticed.

"You okay Jake?" He asked.

"Yeah, i'm fine." I answered still not looking at him.

"You sure?"

"Yeah"

"Okay, we'll I was thinking we could include some music references in it, you know, stuff to make it interesting. What do you think?"

"Yeah," I said finally looking at him.

Worst mistake of my life. The minute my eyes looked into his deep blue orbs Billy Idol had to sing "In the midnight hour babe more, more, more. With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more. More, more more!" I didn't see anything but Jinxx. Those beautiful eyes staring back at me, that perfect hair, those perfect kissable lips. And then I started to lean in and so did he. And we started to kiss. 

Maybe I am gay?

"Jake, you like me?

"Yeah, i've crushed on you for the past month," I said blushing.

"I thought I was the only one," He said smiling. 

I finally knew what it felt like to be loved.

Moral of the story? The opposite of love is not hate. It is indifference.

A/N   I changed the ending a tiny bit from the original homework version. Should I continue this?