He huffed. “Trust me I don’t give two shits about you. This is just motivation to keep your mouth shut. I made a deal with them. They will not speak of what happens or ever go near you again if you don’t tell anyone about what happened,” Finn explained.
Jay gave another bitter laugh. "That's what I thought. Love you too, soulmate." He replied, edging past Finn and opening the door to leave.
Finn watched him leave. His eyes watered but he ignored and hoped Jay wouldn’t say anything. Now to worry about hiding his mark. He dug through his bag for a pair of clothes. They where leather so maybe no one will question him wearing them inside. He put them on and walked to class which he hadn’t realized was with Jay.
Jay was sitting in class, his cheek bruised a dark purple and his mark still shining brightly. He had his notebook out and a pencil in hand, but he wasn't looking at the teacher. He was looking at his notebook and trying not to cry. His shoulders quivered a little.
When Finn walked in he noticed Jay but sat on the other side of the room apologizing to the teacher for being late as he passed. Once sitting He took out his notebook.
(gtg to bed soon. Good night!)
Jay glanced up as Finn came in. His jaw clenched, and he looked down at the table again. After a moment, he pillowed his head in his arms, shoulders quivering with the effort not to cry.
(Good night!)
Finn tried his best not to look at Jay instead he listened to the teacher and took notes. His glove covered hands clenching his pencil. He tried to remember if the marks ever stop glowing. He stayed as far away from the whole “soulmate” thing as he can do he didn’t know much about it.
Jay raised his hand. "Can I…can I use the bathroom?" He asked, voice quivering a little. The teacher let him go. He got up and left the room quickly, heading into the bathroom. He went into a stall and leaned against the wall, tears slipping down his face silently. My soulmate…
Finn has to close his eyes when he heard the hurt in Jays voice. After a few moments he raised his hand and asked if he could go get water. The teacher waved him off not caring. He brought his whole bag to the bathroom.
Jay sat down, leaning his back against the wall and curling his knees to his chest. Why? What did I do? Where did I go wrong? He wondered desperately, tears still slipping down his cheeks.
Finn knelt down next to him getting a small box out of his bag. Trying to stay calm as not to scare him.
Jay jumped when he noticed Finn, wiping the tears off his face with his hand. "What do you want." He snarled, arms curled around his legs. "And don't give me bullshit. You've made it very clear you don't give a fuck about me."
Finn clenched his jaw opening the small box. “I don’t but I can’t have you walking around like that,” he said looking through the small first aid kit.
(gtg for reals now. Good night!)
Jay snorted. "Go away." He replied. "I dont need your help."
(Night)
He rolled his eyes and took some cream out. “This will help with the bruises,” he explains.
"I don't give a shit about the bruises." Jay replied roughly, pushing Finn away and getting up. "Not like it's the first or worst time I've had bruises." His voice was bitter, angry.
“Well I care put it on or I’ll put it on for you,” he threatened unscrewing the cap.
Jay backed up a step. "Do you care or not?" He snapped. "Because you said twice that you don't, and just now that you do. So which is it?"
“I care about my image and your glowing bruised fist with my hands in gloves don’t exactly help that,” he snapped back.
"Good to know." Jay replied, opening the door. "Fuck your image. Leave me alone." he lashed out, face twisted up with anger and the effort not to cry.
He grabbed Jay by the hand and pulled him back into the bathroom. “Listen here how about we make a deal?” He asked face blank of emotions.
Jay pulled his hand out of Finn's grip, face going alarmingly blank. "No." he replied, going to the door again. "Leave me alone. I don't want to make a deal with you. I don't want your help. I don't want you anywhere near me. Do you understand?" his eyes were empty now. Blank. "You've made it quite clear that the very idea of me repulses and disgusts you. So get away from me, and stop this. I don't want to get my hopes up again, just for you to shit all over it."
Finn Flinched and tried to hide his hurt. “You dont-you dont repulse me,” Finn admits letting his hand fall.
Jay let out a harsh, discordant laugh. "Really? So that's why you're so against the idea of ever being my soulmate?" he shook his head. "Do you have any idea what this is like? First you say you don't care, then you're trying to fix the bruising, then saying you hate me again and it's just for your fucking image." he crossed his arms. "Don't give me bullshit."
“I’m just confused ok! This wasn’t how anything was supposed to happen. If this spreads…” he shakes his head. I’m sorry this isn’t fair to you but can you please help me out just this once then we never have to talk again if you don’t want to!”