Chapter 81 - The Confession

Lance. 

I agreed to go for his game but suddenly sitting on a bench in his school gym surrounding by people who are all staring at my man and the other players all seem like a bad idea. 

I don't know why I agreed to this. I see Ford all the time. What is the point in doing this, especially after what happened the last time I was here? Jack is with me, acting weird as shit. Ever since the dinner with Patrick he has been acting weirder than he usually is. I know there is something going on with him and Patrick. I don't know what is could be and I also don't know how I feel about it. all I am doing is waiting for him to be honest with me. Eventually, he will talk to me about it and I will be there for him like he usually is with me. 

Now all I can focus on is Ford. Ford in his element. I don't know how he feels about the sport. I don't know if it something he has a passion for. looking at him now, in the court, I see him enjoying the game. He is doing this and there is love for it. he might've been forced into the game because his father wanted him to do a sport, but he actually likes it. I can tell that much and if he wasn't so stuck on all that is his father, he would notice too. 

''Yo, the crazy chick is here,'' Jack nudges me, pointing to the court. 

Lisa is with a group of cheerleaders. They are all perky, happily cheering for the players. I want to be the only one that should cheer for Ford. I hate that she is the one closest to him right now. That is why I didn't want to come today. I didn't want to have to watch him in his real life. the one that doesn't involve me. the life that he lives his life. I didn't want to be on the sidelines. The only one that knows our secret. 

I didn't want the bubble that I am in to be punctured by all of this. Being here, in his school, watching him, knowing I can be nothing but his stepbrother is painfully aching. 

''We should just ignore her,'' I tell him. 

Jack hates Lisa. I guess he hates anyone that is a threat to my relationship with Ford. He is the only one that is still rooting for us. he is the only one I trust with our relationship. 

''She is such a bitch, who does she think she is.''

The cheers of the crowd are loud. I can barely hear him ''We should stop talking about this. Remember what happened the last time we were here?'' I remind him. 

I can't have someone else overhearing us. 

He nods ''We can talk about something else though. I have a question,'' he mutters. 

I look away from the crowd and at him ''Shoot,'' I urge him curious as to what he wants to ask. 

He scratches the back of his neck nervously. ''How will you feel about me hanging out with Patrick?'' 

I raise a brow in confusion. I don't even think I heard him well. ''With who?'' I shout into his ear. He rolls his eyes, sensing the sarcasm in my question. There is no way he just said, Patrick. There is no way he wants to hang out with the guy he has hated all this while.

Right? 

''Patrick. Your friend.'' he reminds me like somehow there is another Patrick that we know. 

''Why?'' I ask and you can't fault me from asking. This request doesn't make sense. 

''I don't know, he is fun to be with. I'm going to be his wingman.'' he shrugs like it is not a big deal. At this point, all my attention is away from the game. I didn't even want to come in the first place. I can never understand sports. The only reason why I am here is because of Ford. I will do anything for him and he wanted me to be here. 

Back to Jack. He wants to be who's wingman?

''What the fuck are you talking about?'' I ask him confused as fuck. 

''We're both single. You abandoned me the minute you got together with Ford. So I need a new single buddy.''

It sounds to me like he wants to date the guy. That is why this doesn't make any sense. Jack has never been the kind to need a wingman. he has always been able to get girls. His looks said it all for him, besides, it is not like I was always there for him at parties. I was never his wingman, so now all that he is saying makes absolutely no sense. 

''What is going on?'' I ask him. 

He shrugs again. 

I poke his chest; I need to get to the bottom of this. he said he wasn't going to keep secrets from me. ''Tell me what the hell happened between you two.''

He sighs ''Nothing happened between us.''

I scoff ''You know I can tell when you are lying.'' 

He nods. 

''So why are you lying to me right now?''

He shakes his head ''Nothing happened between us. He was there for me the night my dad came home.'' 

I frown ''What do you mean?''

He runs his hands through his hair with his fingers, like this is hard for him to say. Jack never finds difficulty in talking to me. everything is easy with us. that is why we are Jack and Lance. We have been ever since we were kids. So why is he finding difficulty in talking to me now?

''You know you are being shady. What is the point of keeping this from me when I will eventually find out?'' 

''Nothing happened okay. We watched movies and drank beer, are you happy?'' he stands up from the bench and walks down the steps to the back door. Now I know he is not being sincere. I should be a good friend and chase after him but how will Ford feel when he looks to the crowd and I am not there? 

I take deep breaths as I try to think of what to do in this situation. Jack is always there for me. He is my best friend. he wouldn't just let me walk off upset. He will chase after me and that Is what I need to do. 

I jump off from the bench with one last look at my boyfriend. He is about to score. I can already feel it as he runs to the net. I should be watching him, cheering like a real boyfriend but I chase after Jack. I get out of the building and see him immediately. His back is pressed to a wall and his hands are covering his face. 

''Yo, dude,'' I call him out. 

His hands fall to his sides and for the first time this night, I see the fear in them. What the hell is going on with him?

''What is wrong? You know I will never judge you, so why don't you want to talk to me?''

He lets out a breath ''He was right all along?'' 

I furrow my brows as I walk closer to him ''Who?'' I don't even know what he is talking about. He needs to tell me what is eating him up before I can help him. I don't even know If I can help him right now. I want to help him but if he doesn't talk to me, how do I know what he needs help with?

''Dad,'' he breathes out. 

Okay, this has to do with his dad. 

Not Patrick. 

''What did he say that makes him right?'' I inquire. 

He sighs, and a tear falls from his eye to his cheek. Jack rarely cries. He always has his shit together. Why is he crying now?

''Hey, talk to me J?'' I plead with him. 

He wipes the tear off his face immediately, getting rid of the evidence. He hates to show weakness. He likes to be the strongest he can. He believes that is the only way he can survive it all. 

''We had sex,'' he says finally. 

I let out a soft gasp of shock. Now we are back to talking about Patrick. I don't know how to respond to his confession without showing the surprise. Jack has never been interested in any one of the same sex. How is it possible that he had sex with another guy? I know Patrick is charming, he is the type of guy that makes it easy to fall in love with him. if I wasn't with Ford, if my heart didn't already belong to someone else, I might have given it to him. that is just the kind of person Patrick is but Jack never swung that way. 

How did he end up having sex with him? 

Holy shit.