Let Me In

Chapter 1: This is escalating fast

(Picture of Jayden)

Jayden's POV

    As I woke up I realized it was the first day of school. Crap.

   I had pretty much spent all summer holed up in my room drawing and writing, seeing as I didn't have any friends to actually keep in touch with. 

I could hear my mom calling me into the kitchen for breakfast. 

  I finally rolled out of bed and headed over to the closet to get some clothes, before I looked down at the clothes I was wearing. Black hoodie, black ripped skinny jeans, and my regular black beanie and shrugged, figuring this would be fine. After all, who do I have to impress?

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and looked back at my room, feeling like I'm forgetting something. My eyes scanned over the room, looking at my white bed, the pansexual and trans pride flags above my bed, the classic rock posters strung about, my desk covered with drawings and my laptop. Whatever I was forgetting, it couldn't be that important. I grabbed my Backpack and slowly walked down the stairs, away from the safety and comfort of my room. 

"Finally! Look who is alive! You are going to be late if you don't leave right this very second, but first, grab some breakfast." My mom gestured to the eggs and bacon that she probably woke up early to make for me and my little siblings, who won't be leaving for like another hour. The food did look good, but I didn't eat much of anything anymore. "No thanks," I replied, "I'm not really hungry." I ran out the door before she could say anything else, getting into my car and driving to school. 

*Time Skip*

I walked into homeroom late, as usual, and took a seat at the back of the class. "Jayden, You're late, even though I don't know why I feel the need to point that out as you had the same habit last year." Mrs. Deiters acknowledged with an annoyed look on her face. "Get out a pencil and notebook. Quickly." 

I nodded and looked through my bag for a pencil, cringing, realizing that was what I forgot this morning.

I looked around me, not wanting to ask the teacher seeing as she was already annoyed. I looked to my left and saw a guy, looking him up and down. He had brown hair, and he was wearing a white hoodie, black skinny jeans, and black converse. I looked at the paper on the boy's desk and saw the name Gavin written in messy handwriting.

 "Gavin," I said quietly, trying not to the teacher hear me. 

He turned to look me in the eye.

"What?" 

"Can I borrow a pencil?"

Gavin grabbed a pencil from his bag and handed it to me, our hands barely touching. I felt this weird feeling when he touched me. I turned around, trying to pay attention to what the teacher was saying.

*Time Skip*

I was just leaving school when I heard the Jocks coming around the corner. "Fuck." I quietly whispered under my breath. I shut my locker and walked away quickly, leaving my backpack. 

"Hey Tranny!" One of the jocks yelled from down the hall.

 I froze."What do you want?"

"For you to go back to being a normal fucking straight girl. Not this tranny fag."

I flinched, they were now in front of me. About 5 big jock guys were all like 3 feet away from me. They inched closer, and before I knew it, I was on the ground, getting the shit knocked out of me. I don't know how long I laid on the ground, but I could feel the blood on my face and the bruises on my body. 

I could start to see someone coming towards me, now running. It was Gavin. 

Gavin's POV

I was just walking down the hall to go to my current foster home when I saw someone laying on the floor in the hallway. I started running now. Once I got close enough I could make out Jayden's face from all the blood on it. 

"Hey," he replied like it was nothing.

"What the Hell?" I questioned him as I ran to his side, sitting him up on the lockers. "Who did this? Where are they?" He just smiled. He was smiling? 

"Nice to know somebody cares." He stood up, obviously badly hurt. 

"You are not ok. Let's get you to the nurse." I grabbed his wrist and he immediately pulled it back, wincing. "Did they hurt your wrist?" I now grabbed his wrist gently and before he could object, pulled up his sleeve. I almost cringed when I saw. There were so many scars, fresh and old. He now pulled back his wrist violently and turned around.

Before he could walk away, I stepped in front of him. "I can see why you can't go to the nurse, but you have to be cleaned up. Come to my house." 

He looked surprised, then looked around the hallway to make sure no one was watching. "Is this like some sort of prank? They beat me up, and when I go to your house I just get made fun of? Pelted with dildo's?" 

I felt bad for him. "No. No one is gonna hurt you anymore." I looked into his eyes, pleading to let me take care of him. I could see him give in. 

"Fine." He followed me out to my car.

Jayden's POV

As we pulled into his driveway I could see his house, one of the "rich kid" houses with their own private beach and a big grassy field behind the house. 

"Welcome to my current house. My foster parents aren't home and my two younger foster brothers aren't home so we have it to ourselves for the time being." He walked into the house, and I could see the huge kitchen and the high ceilings, mostly glazed dark wood, I could also see a glance of what I guess was the living room before he helped me up the hug spiral staircase to his room. His room had white walls, not many decorations except for the many books that were strung about. He set me on his bed, it had dark blue sheets and comforter. He left the room for a couple of minutes and came back with towels and water.

"Who did this?" He asked as he knelt down beside the bed, getting a wet towel. I shrugged. He put the warm towel to my face, cleaning of the blood. 

When he was done with my face, he looked at me deeply in the eyes. "If you feel comfortable enough with me, take off your shirt. So I can have a look at those bruises."

I was hesitant for a second, I normally wouldn't do this, but for some reason, I felt comfortable with him. I slid off my shirt, very self-conscious about the scars from my top surgery. He glanced at them a moment, but then just looked at the bruises on my ribs.

"I don't think you broke anything, but I should still wrap your ribs." He then got out some gauze type stuff, (I honestly can't remember the name right now) and wrapped my ribs up. When he was done, he looked up at me and sat on the bed, close to me.

"Wanna go downstairs and watch tv while you're here?" He asked, with a weird look in his eyes.

"sure." 

He grabbed my hand gently, forgetting that I was shirtless and lead me down the stairs, heading into the big living room with the leather couch and huge tv. I couldn't see the other parts of the room that well because all the lights were turned off. He grabbed a blanket on his way in and sat down on the left side of the couch, Sharing the fluffy black blanket with me as I sat down, close to him. He switched on whatever was on, seeing as neither of us was really paying attention to the television. 

In the middle of the movie, I shifted closer to him, trying to find a comfortable position. I turned to find him looking at me, but he didn't look away, instead, he leaned forward and kisses me. At first, I froze, then eventually I gave in, kissing him back. He ran his tongue on the bottom of my lip, requesting entrance. I granted, letting him explore. Soon enough I pulled back, realizing what had just happened, and ran out the front door.

Chapter 1 dskjbsdkdsjkd Hope you guys like it, I spent a while on it. FEEDBACK IS LOVED, just don't be mean. I don't know how often I'll be updating, probably a lot but who knows