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11 | Oops..

11 | Oops..

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Sam's POV

I am currently at a pancake house, right now. I've ordered my food already and now I'm waiting.

Someone touches my arm lightly and I instinctively slap their hand.
The person behind me whimpers, "Ow, Sam it's only me."

I instantly recognise the voice and turn around to see her.

I chuckle whilst pulling her down on my lap, "Oh I'm sorry, babe," I hug her waist tightly and peck her cheek.

"It's okay." she grabs some hairs at the nape of my neck and leans up to kiss me.

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J's POV

"You may get started on your assignment." Mrs. Bernstein walks back to her desk after assigning our work and scolding us about following her rules.

I sigh — annoyed about reviewing this lesson already for about the 15th time.

"Hey Jake, won't you come sit on daddy's lap?" Jack pats his lap with a wink.

I groan and roll my eyes.

He does this all the time. He confuses my feelings so he can make me feel bad about myself everyday. He knows that I'm gay and that I have a crush on him — so he chooses to do this — ugh!

"No, leave me alone. I'm trying to work here. And it's Jack. I have the same name as yours, how are you forgetting?" I shake my head.

•••

Nobody's at home, right now. I feel scared honestly — I'm not used to being home alone.

But, I guess I have a way to kill time.

I smile and chuckle to myself — finding my way to my room and on my bed with my laptop — on Netflix, watching '13 reasons why', the new series.

I never noticed Gilinsky coming into my room since I had my full attention on the screen in front of me.

He sits beside me and greets me with,

"What's up, twink!"

"That's not my name, Jack. Now get out of my room please." I roll my eyes out of annoyance.

He flips me on my back and leans down way too close to my face. I mentally face palm myself when I realize that my breath is hitching and my face is most likely beet red by now.

He moves to my ear -- his breath tickling my lobe as he talks,

"Ya know, I would leave, but since you want me to stay. . . I'll do just that. Just. For. You,"

That sends shivers right down my spine.

He gets up from off of me and sits beside me.

"Whatcha watchin, twink?" he asks.

"U-um it's ca-called 13 reasons why. I-it's really good," I hate that I stutter too much.

"Can I watch with you?"

I'm sur-fucking-prised! Jack Gilinsky. . . just asked. . . if he can watch this show. . . with me. Score.

"Y-yeah of course." I bite down on my bottom lip nervously.

My heart begins to race when he scoots close to me.

And then he does the unexpected, and touches me — on my thigh. On my thigh? Isn't he like homophobic or something?

I didn't realize that I was staring at him until he said,

"Hey twink, stop being a creep!"

"What do you mean, 'stop being a creep'?" I question, confused.

"You're staring at me. Stop it."

"S-sorry. I-I didn't mean to," I want to tell him why I was doing it, but I can't — and we all know the reason for that.

"Just shut up, and let me watch the damn show! It's just that easy." he sighs of annoyance and turn all his attention back toward the show.

Episodes later, he starts to laugh and says something really hurtful. It goes a little something like this,

"Alex is your favorite because he's a fag like you, right?"

If only he didn't look me dead in my eye when he said that, it probably wouldn't hurt as much. . .

I have to say something back. Give it your best shot, Johnson.

So I begin talking,

"What the hell is your problem? I mean you call me a 'fag' and shit — but you had sex with me. Doesn't that make you a 'faggot' as well?"

He's stunned. Stunned that I finally said something back. That I finally stood up for myself.

He retorts, angrily, "See look, dumbass, I only did that because I was high and desperate for a good fuck because my girlfriend wasn't there. So why don't you keep your homo mouth shut!"

"Well what about when we first met? I heard when you say that you wanted to fuck me. Admit it Gilinsky! You. Like. Boys."

"No cause I like vagina, bitch."

"Honestly, what makes you wanna pick on me?!"

"Cause you're gay. Duh." he answers that like it was the most obvious explanation in the world.

"There's plenty of openly gay people at our school!"

"Well you're the only small one that I get to take advantage of," he shrugs.

Is he fucking serious?! I swear if I didn't like him I'd slit his throat!

"WHAT?! I CAN'T BELIEVE I LET SOMEBODY LIKE YOU TAKE MY VIRGINITY! YOU'RE AN ASS!"

I turn away. My eyes are burning. I can't breathe. And worst of all, my heart hurts.

I glance back at him, quickly. And then again.

Is he smiling?

"Why the fuck are you smiling?!"

"I took the little twink's virginity. Before Samuel did."

Fuck! Johnson! Did you just tell him that! You fucking dumb ass fuck up!

"I-I um. . . Jack don- uh. . . Please don't tell anyone? Please, Jack. Please," I beg and plead.

He smirks. Of course he does. Wow.

"Fine, but you have to do what I say and when I say it and you can't tell anyone! Got that, twink?" he roughly grabs my chin and turns it to the left to stare into his face.

"Y-yes," I agree. Sadly.

You've fucked up Johnson. And all you can say is. . .

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