Concealed - Jesse X Reader: Minecraft Story Mode

Chapter 18

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My back rested against the wall as my skin felt irritable. I glimpsed up at the ceiling, keeping my eyes away from the light. I overheard shouting and hollering from the other side of the wall that echos through the surface. I didn't want to hear it. I covered my ear with the long, folded sleeves of my jacket, hoping to drain out the noise. After a while, the outcry died down to the point where I couldn't hear them anymore. Maybe they calmed down. I nonchalantly stood up, mildly chewing my lip. I planted both hands on the door frame and pressed my ear against it. I didn't hear anything at first. I guess the fighting was over. I listened more, swiftly hearing the sound of faint footsteps coming my way. I promptly jumped back from the door, trying not to look like I was eavesdropping. The door swung open, barely passing past my face. Jesse walked into the room I was lying down in. He seemed stressed as he was rubbing his temple with two fingers. "How is it going in there?", I asked, walking up to him. He gave no more than an inadequate smile at me, trying not to drop from the pressure. "Could be a little better", he acknowledged, his back colliding on the wall as he slid down to the ground. I joined him, sitting on the floor, crossing my legs. "He's being kind of...".

"Difficult?", I asked, attempting to finish his sentence. Jesse huffed somewhat, scooting a few inches closer to me. "I was going to say, quiet. He's not saying much, and every time he is, it normally turns out to be an insult". I couldn't help but let out a few giggles. Jesse sent me a side glance followed by a miniature grin. I pouted slightly at the ground, inaudibly sighing. "I feel like this is my fault", I murmured, grabbing Jesse's attention. "I feel so stupid for trusting him so quickly".

Jesse gave me a compassionate appearance. And then, he did something a little unexpected. He slid his arm behind my neck and rested his hand on my shoulder. He had his arm around me. Jesse actually had his arm around me. My blush thickened, screening most of my face. I mean, he's placed his hand on my shoulder once or twice, but he's never placed his arm around me. This unmistakably stunned me quite a bit, as I had no clue how to respond to it. But, I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel comforting and therapeutic. I kind of liked it. No, I really liked it. "It's not your fault, (Y/N). This kind of mistake could happen to anyone", he murmured, daintily, rubbing supportive circles on my shoulder. "It's not like you brought this upon yourself. You've been super honest with us and would never purposely do anything to hurt anyone". That's where Jesse was wrong. I haven't been honest with anything at all. I have been hurting people. Whether it has been intentional or not. I was deceiving The Order. Oh god! I was deceiving Jesse! The doorknob suddenly began to jiggle slightly. Jesse slid his arm away, standing back up. I was a little upset that he was no longer supporting me, but I did the same.

Axel walked through, with the same nerve-racking face Jesse had. "Get anything out of him?", Jesse asked, still inclining against the wall. Axel persistently shook his head. "The boy's being more stubborn than a mule", Axel grunted, scowling down at the floor. "He said he'll only talk to (Y/N)". My eyes increased slightly, as Jesse and Axel turned to me. It makes perfect sense that Max would only want to see me. But, the problem was, I didn't want to see him. Not after what he put me through. Pretending to be my friend just to get information from me. The thought of it made me bitter and nauseous inside. Jesse noticed me grimacing at the ground. He evidently knew I was furious. "Please (Y/N)", he requested, sending me a sympathetic simper. Now I hated Max. I despised him with every fibre in my body. But, I liked Jesse. He was my best friend. I couldn't let him down like that. I sighed dejectedly, knowing I was dearly going to regret my decision.