Soft Spot (Jyatt)

Chapter four

Jaeden

Me and Jack were sitting in my room. I had brought him 2 slices of pepperoni and peppers. He ate it slowly as I scrolled through Instagram. "Let's take a pic." I said. He wiped his hands on his jeans and finished chewing what was in his mouth. He pushed his plate to his side and looked at me seriously. "Look, Jaeden. Something is going on in the gang and it's serious." He said is a Stern tone.

I gave him a small smile. "Isn't there always?" I asked getting up off my position on my bed and walking over to my closet. "Yes I know but this is different." He said in a warning tone. I pushed some hangers to the side. I was surprised. Everytime Jack came here he complained on how organized my room was. He said it gave him a tooth ache. Lilia on the other hand appreciates how much of a clean person I am.

I looked through my clothes that were hanging up, waiting for him to continue. He got the message. "So, I was with my dad yesterday and Brody and Dale was over. They were talking and I wasn't allowed to listen. But I still did. Before I got caught, I heard some stuff about a guy named Wyatt. And how he knows about you." He stated. I stopped doing what I was doing and froze. Wyatt knowing about me. Dad was worried about that.

The people following me. I was in danger. I took a deep breath and decided to be sarcastic. "Wyatt is a hot name." I stated and pulled out a friend's sweatshirt. Jack was the only one in the entire world beside myself and my mom that knows I like both genders. He chuckled softly. "You don't take anything seriously do you?" He asked. I pulled my shirt off and walked over to him. "I leave that part to you." I said and poked his nose. "Boop."

He swatted my hand away. "What did I say about that?" He asked, annoyance clogging his voice. I just laughed. I looked at the sweatshirt in my hands and decided against it. I brought it back to my closet and hung it back up. "Come on! Just throw it on the floor!  You'll pick it up eventually." He said. There it was. The clean complains. I rolled my eyes and walked to my piano and sat down. "And since when do you have abs?" He asked.

I giggled. "I've always had a six-pack. You've just never paid attention." I stated. He groaned. "You're so lucky! I'm just a stick!" He complained. "Maybe you should work out." I stated. "But you don't! The only sports you do is soccer and swimming!" He protested. I turned to face him. "And basketball. Don't forget about basketball." I reminded him as a tease.

"And shall I not forget about the boxing either?" He asked sarcastically. I looked over at the punching bag hanging from my ceiling. "Nope. Don't forget that one either." I teased and turned to my piano. "You're so amazing. You can slay the piano and classical guitar, box, kick a ball into a goal, throw a ball into a hoop, swim multiple laps, tell jokes, write songs, write poems, cook and have abs!" He threw at me. I just rolled my eyes and started stretching my fingers, getting ready to play.

"You're good looking too! You have the whole package! You're probably a good kisser too!"

I sighed. I got up and walked over to him. I grabbed him by his collar and yanked him up. I connected our lips for a half of two seconds and dropped him. His face turned a bright red. "Jaeden, I don't like you like that." He said lowly. I smiled. "I know. Me either. But it got you to stop saying things right?" I asked him. He nodded quickly. I smiled and went back to my place at the piano. He was silent now. I began to play "Ocean Eyes" by Billie Eilish. (Here it is Incase you don't know it. It's just a piano cover, go search the song if you'd like.)