A Madness Most Discreet by vampireisthenewblack


A/N: I felt a little evil leaving you all with that cliffhanger on the last chapter so I typed up Chapter 4. This is all I have written so far and I really have to get that short story done so it'll definitely be more than just a few days before the next chapter. Love to venis-envy.

I throw myself out of bed and run to the bathroom. There are creases on my face from the pillow and my hair is a tangled mess. My head is spinning again. I don't want to know what Eric's found out, I don't want to hear it, but he's coming here right now.

I splash some water on my face, run my fingers through my hair.

Looking at my watch, I realise that school has just gotten out, so Rose will be here soon, too. On cue, a car pulls into the driveway. I go back to my room and sit down on my rumpled bed and wait for Rose to come in.

"Up here," I call.

She runs up the stairs. "Edward said you went home sick," she says. "What happened?"

I cringe. "I'm fine." I'm not. Not really. My heart is thumping wildly and the hair at the back of my neck is damp with sweat. Another car pulls into the drive. Rose crosses the room and looks out my window. "Is that Eric?"

I stare at the floor and nod. "Can you let him in?"

"Yeah." She turns to leave. "If you need to talk, Jas..."

"I'm fine."


Eric doesn't even knock. "What the hell did you do to Lauren Mallory? That girl has it in for you."

That's not what I expected to hear when he burst through the door, but it stops my heart all the same. "Nothing," I say, still staring at the floor.

"It must have been something, because she's telling everyone who will listen that you're gay."

I almost don't make it to the bathroom in time before the remains of the sandwich I had for lunch comes back up.

"Jas?" Rose knocks on the door. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I call. It's even less true now.

I really don't want to leave the safety of the bathroom, but I can't hide in here all day. I have to think of something to tell Eric. I have to somehow convince him that it's not true.

I open the door and push past Rose and go back into my bedroom. Eric's sitting at my desk. He looks up and grins. "You really are sick."

I can't think of anything to say.

"No one believes her," he says. "She's a bitch. Everyone knows it."

I clear my throat. "She tried to kiss me, once."

"And you rejected her. Bitter cow. But it all makes sense."

I sit back down on my bed. "Yeah." It doesn't matter what her reasons are—she's right. If someone were to ask me outright no amount of denials would make them believe me. I'm screwed. Completely and utterly screwed.

"She reckons that's why you're hanging around Edward. She thinks you like him. Like, like him, like him."

I don't breathe, just in case the slightest movement proves Lauren right. I know that my silence is more incriminating than anything I could say, but I can't say a word. I can't take my eyes off the floor.

"It got me thinking, though," Eric continues. "Did you know Edward Cullen has never had a girlfriend? Half the girls in our year are in love with him, but he's never gone out with any of them. Jas, I think he's gay, and he's started hanging around because he likes you. So I was on the wrong track. Yeah, he's up to something, but he doesn't hate you—he likes you. He's not fucking with you—" He snorts with laughter. "He wants to fuck you."

I lift my head and stare at Eric with my mouth hanging open.

Eric rolls his eyes. "Come on, Jas. Don't be an asshole. I never figured you for a homophobe. You're not like that fucker Crowley. I admit, I was wrong about Cullen. But it's not his fault, so don't be a dick to him now that you know, okay?"

I blink.

A car pulls up outside. Eric leans over the desk and looks out the window. "Huh. Speak of the devil." He turns around. "Don't be a dick." He stands up. "I'll leave you to let him down easy. Hope you feel better."

"Wait," I blurt out as Eric's hand closes over the doorknob. I'm making a huge mistake, I know it. "You're right."

Eric turns around. "About what?"

"About Edward. He's gay." My heart pounds so hard it hurts my chest.

A car door slams shut. Eric stares at me. "You knew?"

I lift my chin and take a deep breath. "So am I." I'm gripping the edge of the bed so tightly that my hands hurt. "We're together."

Eric's mouth drops open. "Holy shit." He stares at me for long moments, then a slow smile spreads over his face. "You fucking idiot, Jas. You let me go digging dirt on him for how long?" He shakes his head in disbelief.

Edward's voice drifts up from downstairs.

"You can't tell anyone," I say. "My parents—"

"Would freak." He nods. "I won't say a word."

Edward runs up the stairs and Eric opens the door. Edward looks at him cautiously.

Eric smiles. "Edward," he says, as he slips past and out into the hall.

Edward watches him go, then he closes the door. "That was weird." He turns and looks at me. "What happened?"

I look up. I realise suddenly that I can breathe. My heart isn't threatening to explode. "I told him."


"So you don't want off the paper?"

Eric and I are in the newspaper office at lunch on Thursday. "Hell no," I say, as I look up from the article Eric's written about the school boards decision not to allow same-sex couples at the prom. "I've just been busy."

Eric snorts. "You should have told me."

I look back down and mark a typo with red pen. "I thought you'd freak."

"I did freak. First you hate each other then you're never apart? What was I supposed to think? But this? Nah. It's cool. Makes even less sense that you didn't want to write that, though." He points at the paper I'm marking.

"What did Alec say?" I ask, my eyes on Eric's article.

"Nothing. Why?"

"He saw us. He knows."

"He's the least of your worries. It's Lauren I'd look out for. A woman scorned, dude. Boiling bunnies and all that."

I didn't want to come to school today because of it. I felt like everyone would be watching me, talking about me. It was a relief when I was ignored. "You said no one believes her."

"They don't. They know what she's like. But she won't give up. You'd be better off just telling people, then she won't have any ammo."

"I can't." I mark another typo.

Eric sighs. "You're not doing anything wrong."

I reach the end of the article and pass it back to him. "Not you, too. Just leave it, okay? No one has to know. It's none of their business."

"Whatever, dude. Now go find your boyfriend." He smirks. "It's gonna take me a while to get used to that."

"Shut up." I push my chair out from the desk and head for the door.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he sings.

I slam the door shut behind me.


The locker rooms are deserted. All I can hear is the drip, drip, drip, of the showers. I wander through, feeling as if someone—or something—is going to jump out at me.

A door clicks. "Jas," Edward hisses.

He stands in the open doorway of one of the store rooms, a smile on his face. "Come on."

I make a beeline for him. He slips back inside, and I follow. "I can't believe we're doing this."

"Needs must," he murmurs, then he twists his hand into the front of my shirt and pushes me against a wall. "I want you so much. You were so fucking hot last night."

Yesterday, after I told him that I'd come out to Eric, the first thing he did was kiss me. That kiss rapidly turned into a frantic dry hump on my bed—until Rosalie came knocking on the door.

We spent the rest of the afternoon horny as fuck but unable to do anything about it. When Edward went home he started texting me. He sent dirty text messages to my phone all through dinner. I sat at the table with my family, hard as a rock until Mom made me put my phone away until after we'd eaten.

I jerked off in the shower before bed, then I curled up with the phone and called Edward, and we got each other so worked up that we got off together as we said filthy things to each other over the phone.

The whole time, all I wanted to do was touch him. This morning, as we walked into school together, we could barely keep away from each other. Neither of us can wait until after school—on the unlikely chance that Rose might forget we're there for long enough that we can get off.

So we arranged to meet here. It feels dirty, fumbling at each other in the dark, surrounded by the smell of old rubber and sweat. Edward hands me a wad of crisp paper towels—the kind that are in the dispensers in the bathrooms—then tears open my jeans, and his own. In moments, he has his hands around both our cocks and his lips on mine.

It doesn't take long. The location, the build up, the elated feeling I have after gaining Edwards approval over telling someone about us has me coming fast, spilling over his hand and our cocks, slicking the path of his hand as he keeps stroking faster, then he bites my lip as he starts to come, too.

I grab my paper towels and catch the worst of the mess, fold them, and use them for a more complete clean up.

We sort out our clothes as we grin at each other, and we slip out of the storage room, dumping the paper towels in a garbage can on the way.

Then we both freeze as we hear heavy footsteps on the linoleum.

We stare at each other for a split second before I move one way and Edward moves the other.

It's too late. A large figure rounds the end of a row of lockers.

We both breathe a sigh of relief.

Emmett grins and laughs. The sound echoes throughout the enclosed space. "What are you two up to?"

"Nothing," I say.

"None of your business," Edward says.

Emmett snorts and pulls his gym bag off his shoulder and lets it fall onto a bench. It lands with a thump. "Yeah, right. Get outta here."

Edward and I both move as one, making for the exit. We crash into each other.

"Don't get caught fooling around at school," Emmett says as we leave.


"That was too fucking close," I whisper as we head for Biology. "It could have been anyone. If they'd been five minutes earlier—"

"Relax," Edward says. He's too close to me as he walks, his arm brushing mine, but I don't want to move.

I take a deep breath. I'm afraid I might freak out in class again, and that fear isn't helping me any. The narrow miss in the locker room isn't, either. "I'm trying."

Edward stops outside class. "You're okay?" he whispers, then he strokes my pinky with the tip of his finger. It's comforting.

I nod.

"Think happy thoughts," he murmurs.

I smile. That helps. It helps a lot. It helps so much that I spend the entire period thinking about sex with Edward and when the teacher calls on me during class I have no idea what he's been talking about.