Concealed - Jesse X Reader: Minecraft Story Mode

Chapter 1 (Edited)

Y/N - Your name

I've been saving up for months. Gold, diamonds, emeralds so that I can get a ticket. The Order is meeting fans in the town square. Lukas, Petra, Olivia, Axel, and Ivor. The NEW Order of The Stone! But, of course, Jesse was my ideal. He was remarkable with the enchanted swords and everything. I've been in love with The Order ever since they vanquish the Witherstorm and defeated the Admin.

Sometimes, I would observe Jesse in town. But, I couldn't get the nerves to address him. Jesse hardly noticed me above all his adoring crowd. The only time he's ever properly viewed me was the time I got into a dispute with another girl in the middle of town. Jesse had to come break it up. I'm frequently acknowledged as, the pariah. The outcast. No-one knew I even existed. I kept my distance away from the citizens of BeaconTown. I'm not sure why. I always lingered in the darkness. By myself. Alone. I tried to make friends once. But, they didn't stay. Once they discovered out who I really was, I never saw them again. "I don't get it", I grumbled to myself. "Jesse started off as the town's biggest loser. And now everyone basically worships him. How did he do it?" My questions never got answered. An exhalation fled my lips as I shifted to the other side of the bed. My head was leaning on the delicate, fluffy pillow as millions of disputed issues piled up in my mind.

Later

The whole place was packed. Girls were screaming, boys were cheering. I could hardly see anything. Curse everyone's tall height. The chants began to grow louder. Have they arrived yet? I glimpsed through a diminutive gap between two people. I could scarcely view through the mob of people, but I was just able to see the stage where a lady walked onto the scene, welcoming all the fans. "Welcome everyone to the Meet n' Greet of the Order of The Stone!", she addressed, giving what appeared like a fraudulent grin. Guess smiling all day has that effect on you. "Hey, move it! I can't see", a man snarled before pushing in front of me. Rage filled up inside me. But, I managed to keep it bottled up as I knew that talking back would get me into more trouble. I silently cursed at him before regaining my attention to the speaker. "Here for the first time, we have with us today, THE NEW ORDER OF THE STONE!". Everyone began clapping and applauding. But, I couldn't see. People kept shoving, jostling and elbowing in front of me, leaving me to see nothing but the back of people's head. 

"This is ridiculous", I muttered personally. That's 10 iron I'm never getting back. Just as I was about to give up and leave, I noticed a miniature gap between the crowd that was probably big enough for me to fit through. I suddenly had a really stupid idea, which could get me into a lot of trouble. But, hey, what do I have to lose? I got on my knees and converged on the hollow. I moderately squeezed myself through the hole, as my arms and torso managed to slide in. Nevertheless, I managed to see a flop of murky brown hair cruising past which made me halt. Oh my god! It was Jesse! He was actually right there in front of me. He waved to everyone, beaming that giddy simper of his. I swear, I actually say twinkles in those emerald virid orbs when he smiled to the town. Not lying, I actually saw a gleam. He can even make suspenders look good! I have to get closer. I used all my strength to push the base of my figure out from being crushed by a bunch of squealing fans. Regrettably, because of my ineptitude, I tripped over my own feet. Doing a somersault, I descended past the crowd and fell flat on my face as my hands scraped on the ground.

I casually sat up as I murmured at the pain. Curse my klutziness. I glanced down at my palms, which were throbbing terribly. Peering at them, marks and scrapes covered them, from my finger to my wrists. Despite the pain, I planted both hands on the ground on the floor to lift myself onto my hinges. Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing. I glimpsed higher and saw something that made my heart freeze. My brain defect. My breathing hitch. My maladroitness led me to plunge over the leader of The Order, Jesse. I erratically clutched my t-shirt and pulled it up so it would mask half my face, as I mentally cursed at myself. If there was a hole right next to me, I would've crawled in it and died. Jesse gradually sat up as well. He gawked at me as if I was the Ghost of Christmas Past. I didn't presume to say anything. I was too flustered. Despite the fact that he was most likely wounded as well, he seemed to be more interested in assisting me. "Oh my gosh, are you ok?", Jesse asked in a panic, ranging a hand within my gaze. He's asking ME if I'm ok? Me? I was the one who crudely bumped into him (probably head-first), and he's asking me if I'm ok? I trimmed to grab his hand as he hoisted me up. Although Jesse was very accommodating to help me up, grasping his hand really prickled the scrapes on my hand. So, spontaneously, I shifted my hand out of his, hoping he wouldn't think that I was mocking him. 

"I'm really sorry about that", Jesse excused sincerely, peering into my optics. I was so stunned and incredibly modest, I couldn't help but stand there and stare. What could I say? What should I do? "You're not hurt are you?", Olivia paced up to me and analyzed my frame for any injuries. Words still couldn't come out of my mouth. "You took quite a tumble", she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood and save me from dying of mortification. "Hello? We're talking to you.", Petra announced, swinging her hand in front of my face to get my attention. I opened my mouth to speak and apologise for being a klutzy idiot, but nothing came out. I don't know why. It was like I was paralyzed. Like my tongue just got chopped off. After a second of silence, there abruptly was a climactic shriek coming from the crowd. I honestly thought someone just witnessed another person get decapitated. "Jesse, you're bleeding!", a woman called out, with the most terrified appearance on her features. I covered my mouth with both hands and let out a tiny and quiet gasp. I can't believe I didn't see that! Jesse literally had blood gushing out of his head like a waterfall! Ok, maybe I overexaggerated a bit. But, blood was constantly oozing from his cranium. Jesse mildly pressed two fingers on the haemorrhaging wound before seething in agony. He glimpsed down at his two pointers, which were now stained in his own blood. I felt terror spout from my brain and through my entire petrified body as Jesse caught my terrified gape that was unconditionally locked on his. Although they were semi-faraway, I could hear the muttering coming from the masses. I couldn't work out full sentences from everyone, but perversely, I could hear certain words that almost induced painful tears to my eyes;

"Cumbersome"

"Idiot"

"Outcast"

"Such a loner"

"No wonder her

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"

I swallowed hard to fight back the tears. I'm not giving these bullies the satisfaction of seeing me sob. I was about to turn around and give those people a piece of my mind. But, I knew that it would cause The Order to think less of me. I glanced up at them, who empathetically gazed back at me. My face spontaneously turned red, I gently bit the bottom of my lip so I wouldn't cry (again). "I'm so sorry!", I regretted, before taking off. I could hear decreased voices from behind me, telling me to come back. But I didn't stop moving. As I sped back home, humid tears spilt down my face. I didn't care who saw anymore. As if I could get any more humiliated.

I dashed into my house and used my raw back to seal the door. I declined on the oak door for a few moments so I can recompose myself. I nonchalantly skidded my spine on the opening and collapsing to the terrain. I tenderly shut my eyes to conceal myself in darkness as I buried my frantic appearance in my knees. The mortification was intolerable. I presumed this would be the best day of life but, it felt like the worst. God, I really am a mess. I thought if I go to sleep and neglect about what happened, no-one will remember. Maybe they'll forget, ultimately. I voluntarily sloped onto the plank bed and laid my rump against the beddings as I gaped at the hollow wall. Hoping this torture will end.