No Turning Back - Chapter 25: Chapter 25
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Winter break is usually a time for relaxation, family and lots of food. During this break, I usually caught up on my sleep, binge watched a couple of shows on Netflix, and do whatever work our teacher assigned for me to do. But mostly, I slept. This year, however, I barely got a wink of sleep. I was always busy whether it was with my family running around or if I was with Jayden. The latter was more than anything though.
The day after Christmas, my dad told me that he had booked me some tickets to go to New York and spend a few days up there for New Years and such. I will admit that I was surprised at first since my father didn't really like any of his children going anywhere that was far but I did take him up on the offer. He allowed me to bring anyone I wanted so I chose Jayden to come with me. Of course, my parents were still in the dark about our relationship but my father did know that we had grown close over the past couple of months. He figured that Jayden was my male best friend so he allowed me to take him to the city with me. When I first told my boyfriend, he was kind of reluctant to go. He told me that he thought he should stay home and continue working – plus he just didn't feel like being around all those people. I had to beg him for an hour just to get him to at least consider coming with me. After that, I just kept bugging him until he just gave in and decided to come with me. We had fun though.
We flew down there three days prior to New Year's Eve and we got set up in the fancy hotel near Times Square that my father had booked for us. Jayden seemed a bit skeptical about everything at first since he'd never been to New York before and the fact that he hated how expensive my lifestyle was. He didn't really talk as I made friends with some of the workers who was helping us nor did he really comment as I babbled on about the plans I had for us to do over the next couple of days. I could see that he was uncomfortable and seemed a bit out of place but I tried to get him out of it. While I did have trouble keeping in mind that he came from a totally different background than me, I did know how to make him feel comfortable.
The first night, I slept with him in his hotel bed and held him until he fell asleep. He was having trouble sleeping before I came in and lay down with him. Once I wrapped him up into my arms, he quickly fell asleep. I guessed that he didn't do too well in new environments but I was happy that my presence was comforting to him. I liked holding him though. He was so warm and felt so small when he curled up into me. But then again, I guess he was small on the inside. He wasn't exactly the mean, cruel person that most people make him out to be. Instead he was more gentle and kind. It just took a lot to actually bring it out in him. He had to trust you before he would open up.
The next day, I took him out around town and showed him some of my favorite places that I liked to visit when our family came down here. We went to Manhattan, Brooklyn, both of the Upper Sides, the Statue of Liberty and the new World Trade Center. It was a lot of walking and we didn't get back in the hotel until late. So, we ate a quick dinner before passing out on the blanket fort that we had made to watch a movie while we ate. I had woken up before he did the next morning and I will admit that I blushed deeply at the fact that I was laying on him. His arms were around me, his face pressed into my blonde hair. I tried hard not to move since I didn't want to wake him but I really had to use the bathroom. So, I wiggled lightly out of his grasp and tip toed to the bathroom. When I returned to the living room, he was awake. He was still laying down but he was rubbing at his eyes. "Good morning sleepy head," I told him as I laid down next him.
"Hi," he mumbled back. His bright green eyes looked to me as a ghost of a smile grazed his face. I returned the smile as I took in his weary expression and his messy curls. It wasn't long before he fell back asleep on me. I didn't mind though. Later that night, I was going to take him him to a Broadway show so it was better that he rested so he could be okay for the show. He did thoroughly enjoy the play I had chosen for us to see which was The Lion King since he'd ever even seen the movie before.
When we got back to the hotel after dinner, we washed up and spent most of the night talking and kissing since we'd slept for most of the day. We ended up being knocked out the whole next day as well but we just stayed in instead of going anywhere. I wanted to save our energy for New Year's Eve when we went to Times Square and joined the annual celebration there. I got to have my New Year's kiss from him which made me happier than I thought it would. I was actually kind of reluctant when we had to go back the day after New Year's since I was enjoying not having to hide my affection for him. I was also enjoying having him all to myself. When we got back home, I knew that we wouldn't be spending so much time together since he had to work and I had finish up the school work that I'd been procrastinating on doing.
I didn't see him for two days before he called me and asked if I could come over. His father had just gone back off to his base and I could tell that he was trying to conceal his sadness inside. So, I went over to his house and spent some time with him to make him feel a bit better. I could tell that he appreciated my efforts to comfort him as well as the time I put in to spend with him. From the way his eyes shine with happiness when I do the littlest of things made me figure that Diego may not have been as good of a boyfriend as I was to him. But then again, from what Jayden told me: Diego was an asshole so that would make up for a lot.
As school began to settle back in, it was a bit harder to see Jayden since I had basketball practice and games and he started to put more hours into his job. Sure, we saw each other in school but it wasn't the same. He had his ice wall up in school while when we were alone, he was more open and happy. Plus, he didn't really like talking in school. In AP Chemistry class, I would always try to engage in conversation with him but he more or less shrugged me off. The first time he did it, I did feel kind of hurt but he later explained to me via phone call that there were rumors going around that threatened the exposure of our relationship. He told me that he understood why we needed to keep it under wraps and that he only wanted to protect what we had. A part of me felt bad when he told me that since I knew that he didn't exactly like the fact that we weren't really out there and open the way he wanted to be. Apparently, a lot of the school did know about his relationship with Diego but everyone never said anything bad about it because they were afraid of Jayden. If they found out about me, however, I wasn't exactly sure how they would react. Most of the school population may respect me but there could always be a total change in attitude when homosexuality gets involved.
Anyway, all of that had to be about a month ago since February was bringing itself to be known now. Things had slowed down a bit since then though so we have been able to get some alone time together. Somehow though, we were still longing for more time to be with each other. So, that leads me to where I am now, driving to my boyfriend's job and blasting Brad Paisley on my radio. We had agreed that I could pick him up from work tonight and we could spend the night together since it was Friday and we both weren't busy the next day. My parents have gotten used to me disappearing on the weekends so they didn't really care. Jayden's mother doesn't seem to mind having me over so everything was fine there too. All Jayden really worried about was making sure his little sisters stayed out of his room. They have walked in on us making out a couple of times and now they won't stop asking questions about things Jayden didn't want them knowing for another couple of years. While I may think it's cute and funny, Jayden thinks it's scary. I understood that since I was a big brother too and still vividly remember Ashley's spiral into...certain things. Now, that was more than just scary.
I pulled into the parking lot of Luces Baila and quickly parked my car. I noticed that a lot of cars were starting to pile into the lot. I had almost forgotten that it was the beginning of the weekend which meant that people were about to start partying. I followed the crowds of party people into the building but instead of going up the stairs to the club, I made my way into the restaurant. I scanned around for my boyfriend for a moment to find him standing next to a table near the back corner of the room. He was wearing his usual all black uniform with his curls pushed back a bit. I questioned his annoyed, irritated expression for a moment until I noticed who he was with.
Diego stood in front of my boyfriend, a wicked smile and his eyes gleaming with mischief. His lips were moving slowly as if he were making taunting remarks towards Jayden. I could see that the other boy seemed to be delighted at the look that Jayden was giving him. I guess he was happy that he was getting under his skin. I wondered, however, if he knew that Jayden's look was a warning that he was going to earn a punch in the face soon. With a sigh, I walked over to the pair. "Everything alright here," I asked as I came to Jayden's side. My boyfriend glanced at me before shooting a glare at his ex-lover.
"Everything's fine," Diego said, turning his dark eyes to me. "We were just talking, is all."
"About what," I asked as I raised an eyebrow. Diego opened his mouth to speak but Jayden cut in.
"Nothing," he said, his voice cold. His emerald eyes looked to me as they hardened even more. "It's not important."
"But it is, isn't it," Diego said causing Jayden's eyes to flick back to him. "This does concern him partially doesn't it?"
"What does," I asked. Jayden ignored me, his eyes starting to grow livid as they stared at Diego. The other boy only smiled and tilted his head in amusement.
"He still didn't tell you, did he?" He shook his head. "Jayden, I thought you would've told him by now. Or should I tell him for you?"
"I suggest you walk away and that you stay the hell away from my boyfriend," Jayden growled.
"And if I don't," Diego challenged. "Jayden, I think he deserves to know the truth, don't you?"
"You've got three seconds to walk away or else I'll break half the bones in your body." Diego raised a challenging eyebrow before holding his hands up.
"Alright, alright. I'll go away. But remember, you can't hide it forever," he said. He glanced at me before slowly backing away. Jayden watched him go before he finally turned to me.
"What's going on," I asked.
"Nothing," he replied. "Nothing. Come on, let's just go, alright?"
"Jayden-"
"Come on," he said as he grabbed my hand and began to tow me off. I let him tug me back to my car but I didn't forget about what Diego had said. While a part of me didn't want to know what he was talking about, another part of me felt that I needed to know. A part of me felt as if it was important for some reason. But I also felt as if I wasn't going to like whatever this hidden secret was. I knew somewhere inside me that whatever Jayden was going to tell me was bad but the question was: How bad exactly?
The day after Christmas, my dad told me that he had booked me some tickets to go to New York and spend a few days up there for New Years and such. I will admit that I was surprised at first since my father didn't really like any of his children going anywhere that was far but I did take him up on the offer. He allowed me to bring anyone I wanted so I chose Jayden to come with me. Of course, my parents were still in the dark about our relationship but my father did know that we had grown close over the past couple of months. He figured that Jayden was my male best friend so he allowed me to take him to the city with me. When I first told my boyfriend, he was kind of reluctant to go. He told me that he thought he should stay home and continue working – plus he just didn't feel like being around all those people. I had to beg him for an hour just to get him to at least consider coming with me. After that, I just kept bugging him until he just gave in and decided to come with me. We had fun though.
We flew down there three days prior to New Year's Eve and we got set up in the fancy hotel near Times Square that my father had booked for us. Jayden seemed a bit skeptical about everything at first since he'd never been to New York before and the fact that he hated how expensive my lifestyle was. He didn't really talk as I made friends with some of the workers who was helping us nor did he really comment as I babbled on about the plans I had for us to do over the next couple of days. I could see that he was uncomfortable and seemed a bit out of place but I tried to get him out of it. While I did have trouble keeping in mind that he came from a totally different background than me, I did know how to make him feel comfortable.
The first night, I slept with him in his hotel bed and held him until he fell asleep. He was having trouble sleeping before I came in and lay down with him. Once I wrapped him up into my arms, he quickly fell asleep. I guessed that he didn't do too well in new environments but I was happy that my presence was comforting to him. I liked holding him though. He was so warm and felt so small when he curled up into me. But then again, I guess he was small on the inside. He wasn't exactly the mean, cruel person that most people make him out to be. Instead he was more gentle and kind. It just took a lot to actually bring it out in him. He had to trust you before he would open up.
The next day, I took him out around town and showed him some of my favorite places that I liked to visit when our family came down here. We went to Manhattan, Brooklyn, both of the Upper Sides, the Statue of Liberty and the new World Trade Center. It was a lot of walking and we didn't get back in the hotel until late. So, we ate a quick dinner before passing out on the blanket fort that we had made to watch a movie while we ate. I had woken up before he did the next morning and I will admit that I blushed deeply at the fact that I was laying on him. His arms were around me, his face pressed into my blonde hair. I tried hard not to move since I didn't want to wake him but I really had to use the bathroom. So, I wiggled lightly out of his grasp and tip toed to the bathroom. When I returned to the living room, he was awake. He was still laying down but he was rubbing at his eyes. "Good morning sleepy head," I told him as I laid down next him.
"Hi," he mumbled back. His bright green eyes looked to me as a ghost of a smile grazed his face. I returned the smile as I took in his weary expression and his messy curls. It wasn't long before he fell back asleep on me. I didn't mind though. Later that night, I was going to take him him to a Broadway show so it was better that he rested so he could be okay for the show. He did thoroughly enjoy the play I had chosen for us to see which was The Lion King since he'd ever even seen the movie before.
When we got back to the hotel after dinner, we washed up and spent most of the night talking and kissing since we'd slept for most of the day. We ended up being knocked out the whole next day as well but we just stayed in instead of going anywhere. I wanted to save our energy for New Year's Eve when we went to Times Square and joined the annual celebration there. I got to have my New Year's kiss from him which made me happier than I thought it would. I was actually kind of reluctant when we had to go back the day after New Year's since I was enjoying not having to hide my affection for him. I was also enjoying having him all to myself. When we got back home, I knew that we wouldn't be spending so much time together since he had to work and I had finish up the school work that I'd been procrastinating on doing.
I didn't see him for two days before he called me and asked if I could come over. His father had just gone back off to his base and I could tell that he was trying to conceal his sadness inside. So, I went over to his house and spent some time with him to make him feel a bit better. I could tell that he appreciated my efforts to comfort him as well as the time I put in to spend with him. From the way his eyes shine with happiness when I do the littlest of things made me figure that Diego may not have been as good of a boyfriend as I was to him. But then again, from what Jayden told me: Diego was an asshole so that would make up for a lot.
As school began to settle back in, it was a bit harder to see Jayden since I had basketball practice and games and he started to put more hours into his job. Sure, we saw each other in school but it wasn't the same. He had his ice wall up in school while when we were alone, he was more open and happy. Plus, he didn't really like talking in school. In AP Chemistry class, I would always try to engage in conversation with him but he more or less shrugged me off. The first time he did it, I did feel kind of hurt but he later explained to me via phone call that there were rumors going around that threatened the exposure of our relationship. He told me that he understood why we needed to keep it under wraps and that he only wanted to protect what we had. A part of me felt bad when he told me that since I knew that he didn't exactly like the fact that we weren't really out there and open the way he wanted to be. Apparently, a lot of the school did know about his relationship with Diego but everyone never said anything bad about it because they were afraid of Jayden. If they found out about me, however, I wasn't exactly sure how they would react. Most of the school population may respect me but there could always be a total change in attitude when homosexuality gets involved.
Anyway, all of that had to be about a month ago since February was bringing itself to be known now. Things had slowed down a bit since then though so we have been able to get some alone time together. Somehow though, we were still longing for more time to be with each other. So, that leads me to where I am now, driving to my boyfriend's job and blasting Brad Paisley on my radio. We had agreed that I could pick him up from work tonight and we could spend the night together since it was Friday and we both weren't busy the next day. My parents have gotten used to me disappearing on the weekends so they didn't really care. Jayden's mother doesn't seem to mind having me over so everything was fine there too. All Jayden really worried about was making sure his little sisters stayed out of his room. They have walked in on us making out a couple of times and now they won't stop asking questions about things Jayden didn't want them knowing for another couple of years. While I may think it's cute and funny, Jayden thinks it's scary. I understood that since I was a big brother too and still vividly remember Ashley's spiral into...certain things. Now, that was more than just scary.
I pulled into the parking lot of Luces Baila and quickly parked my car. I noticed that a lot of cars were starting to pile into the lot. I had almost forgotten that it was the beginning of the weekend which meant that people were about to start partying. I followed the crowds of party people into the building but instead of going up the stairs to the club, I made my way into the restaurant. I scanned around for my boyfriend for a moment to find him standing next to a table near the back corner of the room. He was wearing his usual all black uniform with his curls pushed back a bit. I questioned his annoyed, irritated expression for a moment until I noticed who he was with.
Diego stood in front of my boyfriend, a wicked smile and his eyes gleaming with mischief. His lips were moving slowly as if he were making taunting remarks towards Jayden. I could see that the other boy seemed to be delighted at the look that Jayden was giving him. I guess he was happy that he was getting under his skin. I wondered, however, if he knew that Jayden's look was a warning that he was going to earn a punch in the face soon. With a sigh, I walked over to the pair. "Everything alright here," I asked as I came to Jayden's side. My boyfriend glanced at me before shooting a glare at his ex-lover.
"Everything's fine," Diego said, turning his dark eyes to me. "We were just talking, is all."
"About what," I asked as I raised an eyebrow. Diego opened his mouth to speak but Jayden cut in.
"Nothing," he said, his voice cold. His emerald eyes looked to me as they hardened even more. "It's not important."
"But it is, isn't it," Diego said causing Jayden's eyes to flick back to him. "This does concern him partially doesn't it?"
"What does," I asked. Jayden ignored me, his eyes starting to grow livid as they stared at Diego. The other boy only smiled and tilted his head in amusement.
"He still didn't tell you, did he?" He shook his head. "Jayden, I thought you would've told him by now. Or should I tell him for you?"
"I suggest you walk away and that you stay the hell away from my boyfriend," Jayden growled.
"And if I don't," Diego challenged. "Jayden, I think he deserves to know the truth, don't you?"
"You've got three seconds to walk away or else I'll break half the bones in your body." Diego raised a challenging eyebrow before holding his hands up.
"Alright, alright. I'll go away. But remember, you can't hide it forever," he said. He glanced at me before slowly backing away. Jayden watched him go before he finally turned to me.
"What's going on," I asked.
"Nothing," he replied. "Nothing. Come on, let's just go, alright?"
"Jayden-"
"Come on," he said as he grabbed my hand and began to tow me off. I let him tug me back to my car but I didn't forget about what Diego had said. While a part of me didn't want to know what he was talking about, another part of me felt that I needed to know. A part of me felt as if it was important for some reason. But I also felt as if I wasn't going to like whatever this hidden secret was. I knew somewhere inside me that whatever Jayden was going to tell me was bad but the question was: How bad exactly?
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