Chapter Ten: Found Out

When I woke up the next morning, Zack was standing at the foot of my bed, staring down at me. He seemed a bit mad, but more disgusted. As if someone hadn't taken the garbage out for two weeks. The clock on my beside said 11:40am in red. I groaned.

"May I help you?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"I don't want to sleep in the same room as you anymore." He huffed out, it stung.

"What did I do?" I ask, my emotion was written well on my face. I knew it had to be. It always was.

It was a moment before he did anything other than stare at me with hatred. He walked over to his bed and fell onto his knees feeling around under it for a second. He pulled a small book out that I recognized instantly and threw at me hard. It smacked into my right arm and I let out an "Owww."

I knew what the book was. I wasn't dumb.

Have you ever been in front of five hundred million people? Me either. But I was as nervous as they would be. I was scared, but more than anything, hurt. I was being rejected over something I could never dream of controlling.

"You wanna be a fag, you find somewhere else to do it." Zack said letting the door slam loudly behind him.

I felt myself trembling as I put my diary, journal, whatever under my pillow. I felt suddenly sick. My stomach was twisted in atleast three knots. Empty... but full. Hurting... but jumping.

Would he tell?

Of course he would. Why wouldn't he? He hated me now...

The thought made me sicker. Zack was my best friend..

Exactly.

Was.

I should have been more careful with where I left my things. I should have... gotten a better place to hide it. I frowned, my stomach growled. No way. No way could I eat right now. The nervous jerks in it continued as I heard a knock at the door. Fear washed over me. I knew who it was and I knew who would answer.

I waited nervously for yelling. Movement.. Anything.

I heard the door shut. My heart sped up, pumping more blood than I thought possible.

Christian appeared in my doorway. His smile faded when he saw me. He shut the door without focus.

"Oh my god. What happened?" He flung himself down beside me sliding his arm around me.

I felt strange, but so good. He never took much control on the physical part.

"Zack knows. He found my journal thing. He hates me. He's..." I stopped. There was nothing more to say. I could see the change in Christian's mood, his expression.

"Ahh." He said, his face sadder now. "Explains the look he gave me."

I jerked my head up to look at him. "Look? He gave you a look? I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that."

"Cody. Stop." He looked away from me. "It's not your fault."

It wasn't? It wasn't my fault that I had wrote about him and left it carelessly lying around without thinking of the consequences? Without realizing someone would find it? It wasn't my fault that Zack hated us both?

"Babe, your arm." I looked at my arm. Zack's attack had left me a healthy bruise. It was high enough up to be covered by a short sleeved shirt when I put one on.

"I just need a shirt. Sorry, I just woke up."

"It's okay. You and shirtless go pretty well together." He smiled. I tried to smile, but I knew it was a just weak line, barely turning up at the ends, slapped across my face.

I didn't know how he could make jokes at a time when I was so scared. Scared of exposure. But this was one of the reasons I liked him so much. He always kept things positive. He saw the bright side of things...

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For the next three days Zack said nothing to me. Or anyone else apparently, because no one knew about it. I went to school and put on my smile, and slowly I was becoming less and less nervous again. Still hurt though. By Zack's rejection.

On day four, after school, I decided to talk to Zack.. Try to anyway.

"Zack?"

He ignored me, scrambling to get his skateboard so he could leave.

"Zack. Please."

He stopped moving and dropped his shoulders, turning slowly to face me, his face blank.

"What Cody?"

"Don't hate me."

"Don't be gay."

My heart was pierced by his words. I felt the blood draining from it. My throat was dry.

"Please. I can't control that! Zack, you have to understand! Don't hate me, Zack?" I was hurt, and a bit more frantic. Not to overly crazy, but he sent wounds into my insides, they were curling up again.

He picked up his helmet and skateboard, and opened the door. He turned back to me. But only for a second.

"Cody, you have to understand. I can't control that."

Slam.

He was gone.

A/N: My reviewers are gone. D: lol. Jk. But some of you are gone. xP Okay, so thanks for being so generous about this story. I know it's not as amazing as some make it out to be, it's just fun writing. I'm going to put this in the rated M section in the next chapter or two for language and stuff. So I hope the F word isn't offensive in rated T. Look for it there. Thanks for reviewing. PLEASE continue. Everyone who reads. Leave a review. Good or bad. xP Hope you enjoy the chapter. (Sorry about slow updates. I'm reading Breaking Dawn. Slowly. So no one spoil me!) haha. Next chapter soon!