Okay, I promise this is it.

Just for those who are hating Jay right now, this is to sorta clear his name. And because I can't let go of this story =)

Hope you like…

Disclaimers: I do not own Class of the Titans, but I do own a stack of new clothes. Yay – Christmas!

Leave You Alone

"People of the world, you are about to meet your doom!"

"You'll have to get through me first!"

The two men circled each other for a moment before drawing their swords and attacking each other. They were well matched, almost too well, but there could only be one winner.

At last, one of them was beaten to the ground. For one final moment, he stared up into the eyes of the victor, and his face held nothing but apprehension.

Beside him, Archie snorted.

Jay raised a single, brown eyebrow at Archie's outburst, which had now turned into a full-on fit of laughter.

"Do you mind?" He asked crabbily. "I'm trying to watch this."

Atlanta shrugged. "It's just a stupid movie, Jay." She said, defending Archie. "And a pretty bad one too. I mean, over-kill on the dramatic music much? And that fighting was so fake. Odie could have beaten them!"

On the other side of the small red-head, Odie scowled before turning his attention back to the movie. He and Jay seemed to be the only two actually watching it. Herry was snoring upstairs – a sure sign of how bad the film was.

"I'm going to bed," Archie announced, jumping skilfully to his feet. "'Night."

"Night."

"See ya."

Atlanta's hand caught his and pulled him back down to her height, planting a kiss on his cheek. Archie blushed, and then eagerly kissed her – the lips, this time.

Jay looked away, more out of jealousy then disgust. Not that he liked Atlanta, nothing like that. Well, not her. But someone.

"Get a room guys, sheesh!" Neil's surly comment was getting quite old – he only said it every time one of them brought home a date or what not.

Archie blushed, and headed for the stairs, leading Atlanta with him.

"I didn't mean that literally!"

Jay turned to the film, trying desperately to engross himself in the last few minutes as best as he could.

"I swear, Archie and Atlanta are all over each other these days." Neil was voicing his thoughts as he concentrated on his reflection in his mirror. Jay was slightly amused – it was incredible to see Neil capable of multi tasking.

"Yeah. The whole school has been talking about it for weeks. Everyone saw it coming, obviously, except for them. Weird, eh?" Odie joined in with the gossip.

"Well, they've only been together for like months. They were going out even before Jay and Ther…"

His comment came to an abrupt halt, and his shot a worried glance in Jay's direction. His blue eyes met Jay's hostile brown ones, and he looked away immediately.

"I mean – they've been together for ages." He continued, avoiding Jay's unspoken fury.

"Yeah." Odie's eyes flicked over to Jay, and back quickly. The scene had just gotten a whole lot more tense.

"Bedtime." Neil announced, zooming over to the stairs, with Odie on his heels. They parted – Neil up to the top floor, Odie to the basement.

Jay sighed, mentally willing himself to calm down. Just as long as he didn't think of her, just as long as he carefully blocked out the painful memories, he could convince himself that he was fine.

He trudged up the stairs, two at a time, down the small hallway and into his room.

It was a mess. A total mess. In truth, he hadn't been bothered in cleaning for over a month. His books were scattered over the floor, a small wardrobe of clothes lay in a pile near his bed. Various weapons and scrolls littered the room.

And the broken picture was still where it had smashed onto the ground.

"You mean, you don't want me?"

"I'm sorry, but it has to be this way."

"No, Jay! Please!"

"Theresa-"

"Forget it, whatever. I'll leave you alone, Jay."

But it was him that gave the fleeting look before trudging up the stairs in pretence of grudging acceptance. With much difficultly, he opened his door and closed it without slamming it shut behind him.

He didn't want her, he didn't want her.

He didn't need her.

He didn't need her.

Waste of time, dangerous, unstable, out of control. She wasn't right for him, even now – especially now. He had to lead a team that was supposed to save the world. He couldn't afford a distraction.

"Argh!"

His fist shot out, punching the first thing he saw. There was a shattering sound as his hand came into contact with the glass of the small frame. Time seemed to slow down as he watched the photo fall to the ground, shattering even more on his wooden floorboards.

From beneath the broken glass, a laughing redhead smiled up at him, her green eyes distorted by the cracks.

Jay looked down at his knuckles, clenched in a tight fist. The scars from that incident had never faded. Jagged white scars.

Without thinking, he was suddenly lying on his bed, staring up at his ceiling. He was tired, dead tired, but unable to sleep. Too much was going through his mind. That was the excuse, anyway.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

His PMR vibrated in his pocket, and instinctively, he had it opened in a flash.

"Herry, what's wrong?"

"Jay, you've always been a great leader. And I'm sure you'll go on to do great things. And I know that you don't want to hear this right now, but I love you. Too much. And I'm sorry. I'm going now, and you know where to find me. I've always been waiting for you, Jay, but I'm not going to wait forever."

No…

The thought stabbed at him, hard as a knife and equally as painful. What was he thinking? How could he be so… so… so like this? Uncaring?

But she had to go. He had hurt her too much, he had been too stupid to help her get through the darkness. He hadn't been there for her.

Still, he couldn't let her go… could he?

Don't cry, he thought, but his fingers would not move to brush away the tear on her cheek.

Don't go. But she was already walking away.

Come back. Near the road, getting a taxi. She was almost gone.

Goodbye.

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