No Surprise; open?

[Calden LeCoste]

"Hey, C-Coach, can I go to the bathroom?" I ask, looking up at him as I brush my red and black hair from my face.
"Whatever, LeCoste." he replies with a sneer.
I turn from him and stuff my hands into the pockets of my black gym shorts as I start over towards the doors. I knew that you didn't have to ask to go -people just left all the time- but he already hated me and I didn't want to give him anymore reason to send me to the office.
I push open the locker room door and pause for a moment to make sure no one's there before making a beeline towards the toilets. I'd only eaten about seven minutes ago, but I didn't want to give it anymore time to settle than it already had. I push open a stall door and lock it behind me, stuffing my pointer finger down my throat as my other hand held my hair out of my face.
I straighten up and squeeze my hazel eyes shut, flushing the toilet without looking at it. I pull my pack of cigarettes from my pocket and step out of the stall before making my way over to a bench beside the lockers and plop down, lighting it up. I'd hear the door open, so hopefully I'd be able to hide my pack and cigarette before they came around the corner.

[Jason Monroe]

I find my way around the locker room before hearing someone come in and hiding. Coach allowed me the day out of practice, I mean, I was the top player around here. I smirk when I hear the retching sounds and know that Calden had come in. I come out of hiding, knowing his schedule by heart by now and it didn't bother me one bit.
I watch as he comes out and look at him sit down and take out his cigarettes before I smirk to myself. He was cute...to me. Though I couldn't let the team find out that I was gay. Or that I had an interest in Calden.
"Yo, LeCoste," I begin, walking slowly to him, almost as if he was a deer. I smile lightly, trying not to startle him as I sit beside him and look at his cigarette longingly. It had been a while since I smoked and I was still wanting to, not that it could be changed. "Mind if I have one?" I ask, almost shyly but smiling at him. Most of the team didn't know this side of me though not many did. My ankles cross and I listen to the doors, hoping no one would catch us being all buddy buddy.

[Calden LeCoste]

I'd taken a couple shaky drags of my cigarette and I jump nearly ten feet in the air when a voice reaches my ears- I hadn't heard anyone come in. I look over at Jason fearfully, my red and black hair falling into my eyes. I watch as he sits down on the bench beside me and I want to run away but decide against it. I want to sigh when he asks for a cigarette, didn't he know how much those things cost? Did he know how many people in dark alleys I'd met -and more- to get the money of those? And not even mentioning my other drugs.
Finally I nod and stand up to pull my back from the pocket of my gym shorts and pull one out, shifting on my feet as I handed it to Jason along with my lighter. I take the lighter back and put my pack away, sitting back down on the bench, though it was farther away than I'd been sitting before.

[Jason Monroe]

I watch as he looks over at me fearfully and look down. I gladly take the cigarette and put it in my mouth before lighting it and handing him back his lighter. After I take a few drags, I push a twenty over to him and smile slightly. "Here, I know how expensive these are," I say before taking another drag. I look down and push my hair from my face before looking over at him. I would tell him that I liked him but how would I hide that afterwards? I would still have to bully him if someone was to come and find us. I couldn't give up on the team even if I was in a relationship. A small sigh escapes me and I take another drag.

[Calden LeCoste]

I stare at the twenty for a couple moments before looking up at him. Was this some sort of trick? It had to be. What if I took it and he jumped on me, accusing me of stealing? I hesitantly reach out to take it, hoping that Jason wouldn't hit me or something once I did. I pull my hand back, stuffing the bill into my pocket as I take another long drag of my cigarette before slowly breathing the smoke out, my hair falling into my face. I glance over at Jason, knowing that when I'd left there had only been about twenty minutes left of class. How much time had elapsed since then? When would people come into change? Surely he would turn on me then. I needed to get away before then. I look down and pick at a string on the sleeve of my long sleeved black shirt, wanting to disappear. I wanted to run.

[Jason Monroe]

I knew he thought that I was going to turn on him and I knew I would have to when the team came in though I didn't want to. I look over at him, knowing that in only a few minutes the room would fill up and I didn't want to have to turn on him just yet. I wanted to get to know him and I wanted him to know the real me. The me that cared about him, though he would probably think I was faking it. I look up for a second before taking Calden's hand without notice and pulling him into a small secret room only I knew about and hoped that he would stay. "Stay here until everyone leaves. I'll come get you then," I whisper to him before hearing the door open as I close this one.
A few moments pass before I pull the door open and smile at him. "There, now I don't have to beat you up," I say, frowning at the words. It upset me that I did have to beat him up just to keep my place on the football team.

[Calden LeCoste]

Soon my cigarette is gone and I sigh, dropping it on the floor to smush it with the toe of my black sneakers before kicking it under the lockers. I jerk back as Jason suddenly takes my hand and pulls me to a room that I'd never noticed before. Was he going to beat me up in here? But wouldn't he get more favor for it if he did it out in the open? My hazel eyes are wide as he speaks before shutting the door. Was I locked in here? I decide not to test it, instead sliding down the wall to sit on the tile floor and draw my knees to my chest, trembling slightly. I needed a fix, I wanted one. I wanted to get high or drunk -perhaps both- and pass out somewhere. I listen to the team come into the lockers and hope that Jason wouldn't come and drag me out of here or something.
I'd since closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall and blink at the sudden light as Jason opens the door. I look at the locker room behind him, it was empty. Freedom was close, but I didn't want to shove past him, I probably didn't have strength to do it. I sniff and set my hand on the wall as I get to my feet, dizzy. I blink and simply look at Jason, hoping that he'd let me leave now but not daring to ask about it.

[Jason Monroe]

I see Calden take a while to get up before looking past me. I knew he wanted his freedom but I wondered if I could get him to come somewhere with me to prove to him that I wasn't who he thought I was. "Would you mind coming somewhere with me?" I ask and look at him. It was hard for me to see if he would trust me or not though I doubted he would. "I want to show you something," I say quietly, ready to bribe him if I had to. Though it wasn't right, I wanted to prove to him. That was all I was focused on at the moment.

[Calden LeCoste]

My eyebrows pull together under my fringe of red and black hair where he can't see it. Go somewhere with Jason? What was he going to do, beat me up and leave me where no one would find me? I push my hair out of my face as he continues, saying that he wanted to show me something. I shrug, looking down at my feet. I wanted to get out of my gym clothes. I wanted to go to class. I wanted to go home, or just hide out somewhere and not go home. Not going home sounded better.
I stuff my hands into the pockets of my black gym shorts, looking at him as I waited to follow him wherever he wanted to take me. I was scared, yeah, but it wasn't like I hadn't been beat up and spit on before. It wasn't anything new to me. Bruises healed. Cuts and scrapes scarred over. Everything could be fixed in time.. at least physically.

[Jason Monroe]

I notice him shrug and nod, waiting for a moment as I think of a way to get us out of here without getting noticed. I lead him through several different corridors, finally coming to the outside of the school and leading him to a hidden lake about a mile or two from the camp grounds. I look over him, kind of nervous as I take his hand and pull him to me, kissing him and keeping him to me before letting him go.
I look down before looking back up at him. "I know I have always beat you up but honestly, I've always liked you. I've never wanted to hurt you and I know it sounds like I'm pretending. Just give me a chance, please," I beg, seeming much weaker than usual. I was going to find some way to switch my classes so that I could avoid him while the team would be around. I was tired of posing as a bully.

[Calden LeCoste]

I follow him across the locker room and down corridors, then out of the school. I pause before following Jason into the woods. It was like the beginning of a horror movie, except without the music. And I highly doubted he would go as far as murder me, maybe break a couple bones though. I free as Jason takes my hand to pull me to him, his lips pressing against mine. I didn't know what to think for a moment before he starts speaking. "No." I say, my usually soft voice hard. "Wh-Who put you up to this?" I add, not noticing the tears rolling down my cheeks. "T-This is crossing the line. You can hit me all you want, but d-don't fucking mess with my feelings." I stutter, weakly trying to push Jason away from me as I turned to promptly trip over a root and fall to my knees. There were probably jocks and preps everywhere, watching this. I'd never live this down. And they'd probably beat me up, too.

[Jason Monroe]

I frown as he cries and speaks, not believing what I said. I watch him fall and walk over and sit next to him. "No one put me up to this. No one is around here, just us," I whisper before wiping his face and frowning. "Look, you're the only one who will know this but I'm gay and I like you," I add as I continue to wipe his face. My hands find his and I lace our fingers together, knowing he was probably going to pull away and try to run. "Calden, please, I'm being honest and I know it doesn't seem that way after everything I've done to you," I add, beginning to tear up and trying not to cry. I knew this would happen though I still tried to get him to believe me.

[Calden LeCoste]

I look over at him with side eyes as he moved to sit beside me, jerking back as he wiped at my face and I finally realize that I was crying. I push Jason's hands away, wiping at my eyes and cheeks with my sleeves as I tried to collect myself. "Y-You're lying." I say, my voice once again soft. I just couldn't seem to wrap my mind around it. First off, Jason was actually being nice to me, which was hard enough to get. Second, he claimed that he was gay and liked me. It was just too much too soon. "L-leave m-me alone." I whimper, sitting back on my butt as I attempted to scoot away from him, though he was still holding my thin hands. I roughly pull my hands back and shakily stand, taking a couple steps back before I turned, putting a hand against a tree before taking off into the forest, running blindly. I just wanted to get away. I wanted to be left alone. Was that so much to ask? Too soon, I slow and lean against a tree, wheezing as I lower myself to lean against it, trembling. The sleeves of my baggy shirt slide down at I wipe at my face with my hands, a few of the angry red cuts and scars showing. I'd long learned not to cut there, but sometimes I just couldn't help it. I usually cut on my thighs and hips, where my underwear could usually cover them.

[Jason Monroe]

I frown as Calden pushes my hands away and shake my head. "I'm not lying," I whisper though I knew it was kind of hard to believe. When he sits and scoots away, I frown. I knew there was no way I could prove to him at the moment that I was being truthful. When he runs away, I pound my fist into a tree and cuss under my breath before following quietly behind him and watching him for a minute. After I know that he was calm enough I walk out and crouch beside him, hating seeing him like this. "How can I prove to you?" I ask as I play with his hand, hoping not to scare him. There was no way I could actually prove to him but I would do my best just to have a chance. I could feel him trembling and I feel a single tear fall down my face and I quickly swat at it, hoping he wouldn't notice.

[Calden LeCoste]

I look up as he comes over to crouch beside me. I hadn't thought I'd gotten away, not even close, though I hadn't been able to run much longer or else I would've simply just fallen down, my legs not wanting to support my weight any longer. "H-How about y-you go the fuck away?" I snap, pulling my hand back as Jason takes it. Why was her still here? Why couldn't he just hit me and leave me to my own devices? I pull my sleeves down and draw my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them defensively. "I-I I wanna go home." I whine under my breath. "Maybe not home. Hate that bitch." I correct myself without thinking about it. I take a couple deep breaths, attempting to calm myself as my thin body shook.