Listening to the others as they gave their reasons for being there, he could not help but agree with Jin. Why would anyone be "happy" they were there? That did not really make sense. But he supposed it was a good thing to try and get help if one really needed help.
Jase ignored the druggie. He was used to ignoring most people so it was not hard to ignore someone as annoying as this King wannabe. He looked around the room as more people came into the room and saw that the support group was finally starting. He swallowed nervously, hating his parents even more for sending him here, but more for the reason why they sent him here. Just as he was about to bite the bullet and get his part out of the way, the redhead from before came running back into the room. Her face turned the same color of her hair. The half Japanese boy couldn't help feeling sorry for her.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, going back to her seat, sending Jase a fleeting smile when she saw that he had saved her chair for her. She set down and started to cross her ankles, putting one on top of the other, and then changing her position, putting the other one on top. She continued to do this and it was so obvious she was beyond nervous.
Clearing his throat, Jase looked at their mentor and opened his mouth, embarrassed by how small his voice sounded. "I'm Jase. I'm 17. Um, I'm gay," he mumbled the word "gay" his face burning. "My parents hoped you'll could "fix" me. That's all." He crossed his arms. "... Well, uh, and I guess I'm also on a lot of depression medication." He subconsciously touched his cheek where he had a fresh purple and blue bruise, but did not mention the abuse he got from his father.