The Pastor's Son

Jayden's House and Leah's Words

Author's Note - If you guys are wondering why Leah is putting all of this pressure on Jayden, it's because he hasn't really done much to fix their relationship. Isaiah came clean, and won't talk to him due to his fear of rejection, and the sheer embarrassment. Plus, although, Isaiah could do more to help this, Leah is his best friend, and believes that he's done all he can. Personally, I think that Jayden should be the one to step forward, and we'll see him do that more throughout the story. Even Isaiah will do small things, like talking to him. 

After a couple of minutes, Leah, Noah, and Sam all find Jayden. They were all looking for him. It's no wonder they couldn't find him, he's leaning against a brick wall, far away from other students.

"There you are!" Sam announces, jogging over to Jayden, with Noah and Leah following her. "What on Earth are you doing out here?"

Jayden's eyes open wide in recognition. As if he just started listening to her. "Oh, um. I don't know. It's just more comfortable over here."

Noah breathes heavy, "Well, a warning would've been nice!"

Jayden laughs, but it sounds empty. "Sorry, I was just distracted."

Noah nods, understanding what Jayden means, even if he doesn't say it outright. It's obvious to Noah that Jayden is talking about Isaiah. But the two boys had agreed to not tell Jayden that they know what he's talking about.

"Whose house are we going to?" Leah questions.

They all look at each other. Jayden speaks up, "Considering we're talking about my issue, we should probably go to my house."

His reasoning is fair enough. So, they all go to their cars and follow Jayden to his house.

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Jayden opens the front door and his three friends follow him inside. Noah and Sam have been over to his house a couple times, unlike Leah. "Hi Mrs. Brooks!" Noah greets.

"Oh! Hi Noah and Sam! How are you two?" Carly replies, familiar with the teens.

Sam smiles, "Great," She's holding Noah's hand instinctively. It's a habit she has developed over the past few days.

Carly smirks, "So, you two are an item, huh?"

Noah and Sam blush. "Yeah," Noah says shyly.

"I'm glad to hear that," She laughs. "And who are you, dear?" She gestures to Leah.

Jayden slips upstairs. He hates talking about people's relationships. Especially, since his love life is so twisted.

"Oh, I'm Leah."

"Leah?" Carly frowns. Jayden didn't explain why they didn't go on a date. He just said that it wasn't happening anymore. "Weren't you and my son supposed to go on a date?" Carly is nice, but she is very protective of her son.

Leah looks at Noah and Sam for help. She doesn't know Jayden's mom, and doesn't know how to explain what happened. But they aren't fully sure of what happened earlier. They only know that she canceled the date, based on the call that Noah got from Jayden last Saturday. So, they both shrug, unsure.

"Yes, I was. However," She pauses. "Jayden and I lost feelings for each other. It's mutual."

Carly nods, accepting this answer. When Jayden told her, he didn't seem very sad about it. He didn't care, but seemed confused about something. "Okay. He went up to his room. Sam, Noah, you know where it is."

They nod and Leah follows them up the stairs and into Jayden's room.

Jayden's room is a decent size. He has a laptop on a dark brown desk in the corner of his room. A tv is exactly opposite of his full-sized bed. The bed has a stony grey headboard, and his bed has grey-blue sheets. On top of his sheets, he has a black and white checkered comforter. The walls are a light grey. A nicely sized window is on the wall opposite of the white door, the window has white borders, matching the rest of the borders in the house. His room is very simple, which fits the type of style Jayden goes for. But the house's appearance makes it pretty clear that they were a decently wealthy family. However, Leah was unaware. Jayden doesn't talk much about his family's wealth.

Noah pulls out the chair from Jayden's desk and allows Sam to take the seat. He leans against the wall, considering that there are no more chairs, Leah leans against the opposite wall that Noah is leaned against.

"So," Sam starts, looking at Jayden with serious eyes. He's currently sitting on his bed, seeming glum. "What did you and Noah talk about in the bathroom?"

It's a reasonable question. Noah and Jayden haven't been able to say anything about it. Well, Noah could have, but he found it rude to tell Sam and Leah about Jayden's problem himself. He feels Jayden should be the one to share it with both of the girls.

"I have feelings for Isaiah," He admits it, without much hesitation. He's sure of himself, despite his nervousness to say it.

Sam seems surprised, but Leah isn't.

Leah nods, "So what are you going to do about it?"

They all look at her. Leah has always been the quiet, happy-go-lucky type of girl. 

"Huh?" Noah mumbles, looking at her from across the room.

"I said, what are you going to do about it, Jayden? You love him, don't you? Figure out a plan, or something. I don't care what you do. But you've screwed up, in a way, you both have. I don't know much about your relationship and how to fix it. But I do know that sitting here feeling sorry for yourself won't do anything," Leah states. Jayden is surprised by Leah's behavior.

Leah sighs and frowns. "Jayden, he's my best friend. And he deserves to be treated well; not well, great. I know this whole situation is hard to deal with. But, if you love him, you'd do something about it."

She gives him a saddened expression and leaves. The front door can be heard, shutting behind her.

Sam and Noah walk over to stand in front of him, together. "We should be going, too," Sam explains. Noah nods.

"O-okay. Go ahead. See you guys tomorrow..." Jayden mumbles, watching his friends leave him, too.

For the rest of the day, he's left with Leah's words. 'What are you going to do about it, huh,' He thinks about her words. 'What am I going to do about it? Leah's right. I can't just sit around forever.'