"I never expected the world to be fair." Jay replied coldly. "I just thought maybe I would have a soulmate who cared. Whose love I didn't have to earn the way I do everybody else's. But you hate me too. I was just naïve. That's fine." he shook his head a little. "If anyone asks about the bruises, it was my dad again, okay? I just…please just leave me alone." he turned to the door again.
“I-I don’t hate you,” he mumbled but let him leave. He turned to gather is things. Placing everything back in the first aid kit and then his bag.
Jay fled, trying not to cry again. He went to an empty, deserted hallway, and curled up in a ball, burying his head in his arms. I can't do this. He had known that it wasn't the best idea to hang all his hopes on a soulmate, but…he had thought…he let out a soft sob, crying again.
Finn stood up his eyes watery but he didn’t let any tears show. He walked around the halls not wanting to go back to math class Incase Jay did. He heard sobbing down a hallway and walked towards it.
Jay went quiet again, head buried in his arms, curled in a tiny ball. He had squeezed into a space between two lockers, hidden from sight.
Finn decided to go back to class. Once here he realized Jay never came back. He wrote notes for him.
Jay missed the rest of class, and came back at the end to get his backpack. His eyes were red, and he didn't even look in Finn's direction as he grabbed his bag, putting it on and walking out again, head down.
Finn stopped by Jays locker a little while after class. He had a free period. His notes with a sticky note in hand. He hoped Jay wouldn’t be there.
The locker was the exact same way it had been when Finn's friends had finished with it. The giant dick still drawn on it. A few papers Jay had missed laying on the floor with footprints on them. Jay himself had headed to his next class, and sat down in the back, putting his head down.
Finn picked up all the loose papers. He folded them up and smiled them into the locker along with his notes and a sticky note that read. “I’m really sorry meet me in the back of the library for an actual explanation” in neat handwriting. He didn’t even sign it knowing Jay will know who it’s from.
(gonna do a little timeskip~)
Jay went to his locker when his class was over. He kept his eyes off the dick on it, trying to ignore the snickers and giggles that he heard. He opened it with a savage, angry wrench, and papers spilled out. He sighed, and bent, picking them up. He found a note, read it. Hesitated, knowing who it was from. No. I can't get my hopes up. He doesn't care, and he never will. He swallowed, leaning on the locker and closing his eyes. He never will. Stop trying to convince yourself otherwise. He doesn't love you. No one does. So stop this. Go to class, and keep your head down, you fucking fag. At some point, his internal voice had turned from his own into his father's, and he didn't notice it.
(Time skip to after school? I meant to write “meet after school” on the note)
(sure)
Finn waited in the back of the library hoping that Jay got his note and didn’t decide to just ignore it. He sat at a empty table that had no one around. His leg bouncing and hand twitching.
Jay sighed. It can't hurt anything to go… So he went. He made his way to the back of the library, and saw Finn. He sat down across from him, setting his backpack down beside him and crossing his arms. The mark on his cheek was still shining faintly, and the bruises looked even worse.
Finn bit his lip. He hadn’t taken his gloves off all day but he could feel the faint glow and it probably peaked out near his wrist. “Thank you for coming,” he started not looking Jay in the eyes.
"Just get it over with. I have to take the bus today." Jay replied, studying Finn for a moment, then turning his attention to the table.
Finn paused for a moment. “I umm if your not angry after this I can drive you home,” he suggests looking up.
Jay shrugged. "We'll see." he replied. All he could hear was his father's voice in his head, shouting and angry and so, so disappointed.
“Ok so…I knew my soulmate was going to be a guy I’ve accepted that I liked guys years ago,” he admitted.
Jay peeked at him, frowning a little. "Then why…?" he trailed off, looking down at his hands again. It's my fault, isn't it? What did I do or say this time that drove him away?
“I umm I accepted that I liked guys back when my parents where alive. I came out to them and a few close friends. They where really accepting and perfectly fine with it..” he said trailing off slightly. His eyes went back to the table. “But when they…passed my aunt took me and my sister in. Let’s just say the rest of my family doesn’t need to know..”
Jay nodded a little. At least his parents accepted it, but… He swallowed, listening quietly. He glanced at Finn again, then back at the table.
“I’m really sorry but that’s why I can’t let any of this get out. Not for a few more years,” he explained playing with his hands. “I’m really sorry.”
Jay's lips tightened a little, and he looked away. "Fine. Whatever." he muttered. "Is that everything?"