''I guess we are'' I barely whisper leaning in.

I kiss Jake, slowly at first, then faster and faster, I push him down and keep kissing him. I hear Jake moan softly. I break the kiss and laugh quietly. 

''What's so funny?'' Jake asks confused.

''You'' I reply still laughing.

''Don't laugh at me!'' Jake says in a demanding voice.

''Yes sir.'' ''Lay down.'' Jake orders.

Geeze a little bossy pants I have here.

I laid down and Jake started to take my shirt off.

''NO!'' I screamed.

''What, what's wrong?'' Jake asks.

''You can't do that.'' I exclaim.

''Why not?'' Jake asks.

''I no, so stop it now!'' I say forcefully.

''Ok, ok, gosh.''

''I'm sorry I lost it.''

''No, I understand, but why?''

''I can't say.''

''I'm your best friend, your boyfriend... What is so important that you can't tell me?!'' Jake says a little aggravated.

''I um, well, you see...'' I hesitate.

''Spit it out.''

''Damn fine.'' I say as I pull both of my sleeves up.

Jake just stares.

''Jake...'' I say concerned. 

''I am leaving. I will talk to you tomorrow.''

He says standing up and leaving.

''Ok. I love you!'' I yell.

He didn't respond. I heard the door slam. I was so scared that he had hated me like everyone else! I was going to tell him why I cut, but he just left. I mean it isn't my fault that my stepfather physically and sexually abused me, it's not my fault I am anorexic and bulimic, it isn't my fault that I was adopted, that I was separated from my sister! Oh no wait, it was and it still is!