Jean’s pretty good at ignoring what people say about him, or what they think of him. He’s learned not to care.
Kind of. For some things.
He can easily brush off what Alexandria told him and simply forget her and that boy. Why should it matter to him? He doesn’t even know Jamie. He only vaguely remembers him from his time in middle school, and even then Jean swore up and down that Jamie was a she, not a he.
But Jean can’t stop the guilt and the awfulness from making him feel terrible. He keeps reminding himself he’s not that kind of person. Most of the time at least. He’s usually nicer, he thinks.
He didn’t mean to consciously use Jamie to get to Alexandria. Jamie was just there and Jean took advantage of it.
(Never mind. Jean still sounds like a total asshole.)
He’s been thinking about how to convince Alexandria he’s not a jerk, and to give him another chance. He’s also thinking of how to apologize to Jamie, because lately, the boy has been irking him without even doing anything. Before, it was easy to brush Jamie off, let him blend into the background. Now Jean’s starting to think about him the same rate as Alexandria.
He doesn’t know.
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Teen FictionJamie's other name might as well have been Silent. He went to school, visited his therapist, daydreamed about Jean Paul, and tried to never be alone when his aunt's boyfriend was in the house. He kept to himself. He was fine with that pattern till A...
