Trigger warnings + Prologue
Trigger warnings for Swearing, drinking, smoking, vaping, violence, homophobia, blackmail, bullying, toxic friendships.
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Prologue
Jason’s POV
It seemed impossible that I would fall in love with someone like you. The nerd and the bad boy, shit that only happens in the movies. I knew there was no chance of us ever being together. We were just too different.
I have accepted the fact that me ever dating you was nothing but a pure fantasy. Could you imagine it? Me Jason White and you, Reilly Thorn. Knowing the truth didn’t stop the pain, it didn’t stop the hole in my heart, it didn’t stop how I felt. How much I wanted you.
You were one of my biggest reasons for staying alive, for putting in the effort to stay in school, just behind my friends from the skatepark.
I glanced over at a poster asking people to join the newspaper club. The photo looked terrible, the lightning was pure trash like absolute garbage. It was not doing the girl any favours in not looking like a ghost that died in the Victorian era. She also looked like she was being held at gunpoint, which was another negative.
“Thinking of joining? huh I didn’t take you as the type,” a voice I recognised immediately said from behind me.
Turning around I saw him, Reilly, looking as perfect as possible.
“Uh yeah, the photos need some work,” I replied in a way I hoped wasn’t too awkward. Reilly completely broke down my bad boy personality.
“It would be great to have you on the team,” Reilly smiled, god his smile. I felt my heart beating out of my chest. We both just stood there awkwardly until Reilly said bye and walked away. The way he walked, poised and graceful like a princess.
I swung my bag over my shoulder to be able to get my diary out of my bag. My hand rummaged around in my bag and I couldn’t feel it in there. My heart stopped, I through my bag to the ground and began tearing through it. Books, my pencil case, textbooks and other random bits of paper were all strewn across the floor as I turned my bag inside out.
My diary wasn’t in there.
I couldn’t believe it, my diary had everything inside it. By everything that included my crush on Reilly and the fact that I was gay. It was the most important thing in my life, if someone else got it they could expose me to everyone. My perfect little bad boy image would be shattered.
My phone then pinged with a message from an unknown group chat. I opened the message and the first thing I saw was a photo of my diary, opened to the page where I had first confessed my true feelings about Reilly. I just stared at the photo in horror, people had already found it and took photos of it.
“Fuck...” I muttered under my breath, “fuck no.” The world began spinning. I felt like I had a lump in my throat, I felt both too hot and too cold at the same time. My brain went fuzzy, I felt like I was a stranger in my own body. My breath came in small sharp bursts as I hugged myself, my nails dug into my shoulders leaving small crescent indents in my flesh.
“Fuck calm down you pathetic little bitch, what if someone sees you,” I choked out, digging my nails even deeper in to myself. I couldn’t let my image get destroyed here. If someone saw me like this I would be a total laughing stock.
My phone then pinged with a new message.
“You want this to remain a secret? Bully Reilly Thorn”
