Friends with Benefits • A J2 Story

Chapter 7- Jensen's Pov

The kiss deepened. Whoever this was, was really good at kissing. When I found out who this was, I planned on doing way more than just kissing. I continued to nibble on so and so's lip as they wrapped an arm around me and tugged on the bandana around my eyes. Getting the silent gist, I find the knot of their blindfold.

1...2...3... and I pulled, the cloth giving easily. My own blindfold fell into my lap, revealing someone I would have never guessed in a million years it to be.

Jared sat in front of me, his mouth agape with tears in his eyes. I was partially still shocked, but my mind was racing. I definitely had feelings for Jared, but did he have feelings for me? Before I could give any explanation of what just happened, he sprinted to the door.

In the little phase I was in, I had no time to react before he was out the door. Once I did finally snap out of it, I could hear laughter.

"Jared, wait! Come back!" I try, but I knew he was gone already. Cautiously I staggered to the door where everyone was cracking up. I was oblivious to what, but then it clicked. They fucking set us up!

I was beyond angry. How could they do that? They had no right! I obviously wasn't drunk enough to let this pass by easily. Angie was the first to see my aggravation, her laughter dying down to a nervous chuckle.

"Jensen, it was just a joke," she says quietly, shying from my glare.

"He doesn't belong with us. You've been completely blindsided that he's obviously gay, and has the hots for you," Mickey adds on.

"What?" I ask, but I didn't let any of them answer the question, "Never mind that. You had no right to do that. All of you out!"

"Jensen!" Genevieve started as if I couldn't kick them out of my own house.

"Out!" I scream. My mind going to Jared. I needed to find him before he got too far. I quickly pushed them all out the door and started running.

"Jensen. You can do this!" Angie whined.

"Well, I just did!" I yell behind me. She gave an annoyed cry, and I immediately regretted ever liking her. Whiny bitch.

Still, in my underwear, I wished I had grabbed my phone. To at least make an attempt to contact him, but I realized he was in his underwear too. No pockets to keep his phone, so I had to look the old fashion way.

"Jared!" I call out. No answer. I try again, "Jared. Come one, we need to talk."

I yelled till my voice went horse, so I unwilling gave up. I looked at all the places he could have been, or at least till as far as he could have gone. I was getting desperate.

I knocked on every door, asking if anyone has seen a tall guy with long Burnett hair. I got 26 No's till finally, one lady said she seen someone of the description run toward the Miller barn.

I knew he had to be there. I thanked the women and ran. It would make sense that Jared would go to an abandoned barn to be alone. And honestly, if he wasn't there then I didn't know what I would do. Maybe call the cops for a missing person.

Out of breath, I make it to the barn. I got goosebumps as the air got colder. Before I make it to the door, that was wide open, I could hear sobs. I've never heard Jared cry before, but some part of me just knew they were his. I was just heartbroken over the sound. In a quiet and teary voice, I ask, "Jared?"

The sobs were quiet to start with, but in that moment they went silent. I called his name one more time from the bottom of the ladder that sat there. He didn't answer, not even a sound. In a panic, I scramble up the ladder. I wasn't even completely up when my eyes fall upon a bloody scene.

In the middle of a big pile of hay was Jared, unconscious with blood pouring down his arms and legs, with something clutched in his hand. A mirror.

I was in horror. My brain was swarming with thoughts. Was he dead? This is my fault. Why would he do this? I am such a horrible friend!

Before I can do anything else, I'm by his side shaking him as if I could shake him back to life. Just screaming for him to wake up, "Jared. Wake the fuck up! You can't die on me! You can't do that! I-I think I love you..."

The last words slipped from my mouth, but it was a complete truth. I really think I was in love with him. No. There was no thinking involved. I did love him. No doubt about it, but now it was too late.

Maybe he wasn't dead. Quickly I check a pulse. My heart stopped as I didn't feel one for the first moments, but then there was an agonizingly slow and heavy throb. Oh god!

With a great struggle, I manage to grab him and start carrying him. Down the ladder was hard, but I knew I had to get him back to the house ASAP.

Half way there, he was starting to get really heavy, and I was getting weak and tired. Almost there. For Jared. Almost there. For Jared,  I said to myself over and over again.

I was now limping on the side of the road, Jared's limp body in my arms. I was hoping for a car or something to pass by. To see that we needed up, but not a single light was seen. It was four in the morning, so of course, everyone in the neighborhood was fucking sleeping.

My whole body ached, but I had to do this. Jared's life was in my hands. I could see my house. One agonizing step at a time, I finally arrived at my door. I silently thanked God that the others had listened and left. I didn't need them here.

Once I was in the house I collapsed onto the floor, Jared's unconscious body falling on me. Somehow I managed to get the strength to move him to the couch. I didn't even care that my white couch was getting soaked in blood, all I cared was that I got him safe.

Almost ready to pass out myself, I grabbed the closest phone and weakly typed in 911. My eyes dropped as a kind woman spoke, "Hello, 911. What is your emergency?"

"We-we need help," my voice failing me.

"Sir? I need you to tell me what happened," the woman said calmly.

"There was so much blood..." I say weakly, all of it hitting me at full force again. I look down at my own body, slicked in Jared's blood. I always knew we were like blood brothers, I think absently mindedly. I can't loose him.

"Sir, where are you at?" The woman spoke her voice getting a bit tenser.

"I-I..." I started, but suddenly my body couldn't handle it, and I passed out.

"Sir? Sir? We are sending an ambulance now," was the last word I heard. They're coming, Jared. Hang in there.

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