When Rayne Falls (Work in Progress)

When Rayne Falls- Chapter Seven

 Jace's POV 

I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with me. One second I was fine, the next I was angry, and everything was confusing, and I didn't know what I was doing. I was out of control. Everybody thought I was just being difficult. In reality, everyone else was being difficult. I wasn't doing anything wrong. That Rayne kid moved here. Everything was fine before he moved here.

I just didn't know why.

I got up out of bed and walked to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of my parent's scotch. They were both at work, and would neither notice nor care. Shelby was over at Demetri's, too busy fucking him, and I was all alone. I sat down at the kitchen table and looked around. I really wanted to do something.

I rubbed my face, wincing at the bruise under my eye and my sore jaw. That kid could throw a punch.

I downed the scotch and went up to my room, laying on my bed. My head was spinning with both anger and confusion, and a loneliness so intense I had to bury my face into my pillow to stop myself from screaming.

Anger at myself for getting so worked up over something that I didn't even know. Confusion at myself because I didn't know why I hated Rayne. And loneliness because I'd just always been that way. Never getting too close to anybody, using sex as an escape, and second-guessing myself while making sure everyone thought I knew what I was doing. In reality I had no fucking idea.

I was diagnosed with major depression when I was younger, and nobody knew why. My parents thought something happened to me that I was suppressing but I knew that wasn't true. Then, I was re-diagnosed with Bipolar II disorder. Depression still had a small amount to do with it, especially because I knew exactly why I was "depressed" and why I was always angry and confused.

I didn't like opening up about anything, I didn't like telling people my personal business.

But now, laying in my bed, I re-thought every situation since Rayne came here.

Suddenly, I knew why I hated him.

Rayne's POV

I threw a goldfish at him, and he easily caught it between his teeth with a small smile. Today, Demetri was over my house again, and we were laying on my rug in boredom, while I tested his ability to catch goldfish on his back. The more time I spent with this kid, the more I realized how lonely I was. Obviously, I had developed a secret crush on him, but he was untouchable. He'd been with Shelby forever now, and he was literally as straight as it got. No bends or curves, unfortunately for me.

But sometimes when he looked at me I wanted to believe otherwise.

I longed for someone to hold and kiss again, to whisper into each other's lips till dawn. If I knew there would be no consequences, I'd kiss Demetri so passionately he wouldn't even know the difference between gay and straight. Just how much of a good kisser I was.

See, now I was getting cocky.

I stared at Demetri, his body laid out on my floor, that small curious smile playing at the corner of his pink supple lips, the way his shirt lifted just enough to allow me the pleasure of viewing the thin strip of skin underneath his happy trail and above the waistline on his jeans. I trailed my eyes around his thighs, slowly working my way up to his face, and found translucent blue eyes staring back. Immediately, the heat rose to my face, and Demetri gave me a curious look.

Fuck, he caught me staring at his body. Like really staring.

At this moment, I was grateful I still didn't understand sign language, and he didn't have paper near him, so he couldn't question me.