Homebound (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 17

After a long day filled with tons of tests that I failed and spending lunch in the library studying, I drive myself home from school. Ever since I got my car, I was told I could drive Jackson, Wynter, and myself to school and bring myself home. But since they have things to do after classes, I'm usually alone when driving back to the house. Today, I'm very thankful for that fact because I need some time to myself.

When I get to the house, Lukas is already there, preparing things for dinner tonight. He had greeted me when I walked in the door, but I made it obvious that I'm in a bad mood and don't want to talk. I close myself in my room, taking more time for myself since if I tried to talk to anyone right now, I'll freak out.

An hour after I arrived home, the front door opens before I hear Paige's voice greet her husband. When she calls out my name, I change into some sweatpants before making my way downstairs. I give her a smile when I see her standing at the bottom of the stairs, even though I'm still not in the best mood, I know I need to be nice. "Hi, Blaine, how was your day?"

"It was okay," I lie because it was not okay. It was stressful as hell and I don't even want to think about all the work I still have to get done. "a little crazy."

She gives me a small smile and a nod of the head. "Well, maybe tomorrow will be better. Uh, but did Jackson give you a permission slip that he keeps forgetting to give to me? I asked him to give it to you. Do you have it?"

"Oh, yeah," I say, remembering that Jackson had run up to me after school and just handed me to piece of paper without any context. "it's in my car. I'll get it now."

She nods her head before making her way back to the kitchen where Lukas is still preparing things for dinner. I let out a sigh as I open the front door before stepping out onto the porch. The air had just started to pick up and made my dirty blonde hair blow into my forehead. I push it back, but that's when I catch sight of the black car that's sitting in front of the house.

Leaning against the back door of the vehicle is Javi, who has on a huge smile that I've rarely seen on him before. In front of him is an attractive man that seems to be a bit older than my boyfriend. He's slightly tanner than Javi and has a beard growing that he is currently running his fingers through. As I look over them again, I notice how close they're standing and the way Javi's hand is gripping his shoulder. His smile is big and looks genuine and it sends a jolt of jealousy straight through my chest.

My hands are now trembling by my side and I shove them in my pocket to stop them. Who is this man and what is he talking so intently about with Javi? I take the few steps down from the porch to get a bit closer to the two of them and it makes it easier to hear them talking. I know I shouldn't be eavesdropping, but if my boyfriend is cheating on me, then I definitely have a right to know. "...definitely be there. What, you think I was just going to ditch you like that? That's not gonna happen."

Javi's voice sounds playful, just like it does when he's teasing me and his words stab at my back like a recently sharpened knife. He's cheating on me. He's going on a date with this man and doesn't have the guts to hide it. I mean, he's standing in front of my house and talking with this man about going out with him. This isn't... this can't be happening. Please, tell me this isn't happening.

"Blaine!" I hear Javi's happy voice calling to me, but before I know it, my legs are moving on their own accord and pushing me up the steps. As soon as I fumble to get the door open, I slam it shut once I'm inside before rushing up the stairs as fast as I can so Lukas or Paige can't ask me what's going on. Once my bedroom door is closed, I dive into my bed with my head buried in a pillow as the fear starts to strike me.

Javi, the person I've gotten the closest to here, is going behind my back with other men and not even having the balls to end the relationship before doing it. My legs kick out in frustration as my eyes burn with tears while I try not to sob into my pillow. It's already been a bad fucking day and it just got so much worse that I don't know if I'm able to handle it.