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15. In his room

Zach

I had just been pulled inside by Jack, hearing the door close behind me. For a second I was surprised at his sudden actions but I was left with no time to think.

He wasted no time pulling me up the stairs and down a hallway into the same room he'd taken me into at the party. The whole time he didn't let go of my hand once until we were both in the room and the door was closed.

"Hey" he finally greeted. I raised my eyebrows. "Are you hiding me?" I asked nervously. He shrugged. "No one's home right now... but Josh could come back any second" Jack replied nonchalantly.

I sighed, looking down at the ground. "So you don't want him to see me? You don't want him to know that you're aware of my existence?" I asked sadly.

Jack rolled his eyes. "I don't know, it would just look weird if he came home and thought I was... y'know, alone with someone like you" he stated as if he was saying something obvious.

I creased my eyebrows, studying his face. "Someone like me?" I repeated back to him. It suddenly made sense what he was saying. I let out a short sarcastic laugh.

"Oh, I see. You don't want Josh to come home and see that you're in a house alone with a gay loser like me. Listen, if you brought me here just to make fun of me then really I would actually rather you just beat me up instead and get it over with" I argued, feeling my anger rise.

It hurt me that he was embarrassed to even be around me. Jack only rolled his eyes. "Don't be so dramatic, I'm not going to beat you up. I promised I wouldn't touch you, remember?" He bit back.

I turned around and looked at the door, not wanting to face him right now. "Then why am I here? And why are you so sensitive about anyone knowing I'm here if you asked me to come? Josh knows you're straight. You're probably the straightest guy I've ever met with your bad attitude and your sports and all the girls you've probably brought here-"

He cut me off with a raised voice. "Listen, just shut up, alright? I don't need you to come here and talk as if I actually want to listen. I just want to not be confused anymore" he yelled.

I turned around, my expressions softened. "What do you mean?" I asked nervously. He anxiously looked around the room before peeking out the window. "Does anyone know you're here?" He asked, turning to look right in to my eyes.

"N-no" I lied. "I asked Daniel to drop me off somewhere close by and I just walked the rest of the way. No one knows I'm here" I added.

Jack nodded, letting out a heavy breath. "Good." He replies simply. "Sit on the bed then" he ordered, pointing to it. "Why?" I asked curiously. He shrugged with an annoyed expression on his face.

"I don't know, you're just making me feel weird standing so awkwardly over there. Just sit down on the bed" he repeated, and this time I listened and did as I was told. He walked over and leaned against the wall I front of me so that we were looking directly at each other, and all though he was standing and I sitting we were only about a meter or two apart.

"What do you want from me?" He finally asked. "It's like I can't get away from you. You're everywhere I look, even when you're not there and it's creeping me out. And when I asked you to leave me alone it's like I was waiting to see you and I don't know why. It's fucking weird" he finally vented.