hi everyone welcome to the jason story
basically, its based off a dream and yeah
enjoy the story
(estimated 30 chaps)
august 16 2021
*rings*
"shit, that was loud." i grasped my friends hand while falling back, i never thought high school bells would be this loud. they're exactly like the noisy annoying ones in teenage drama movies, gross.
"we're gonna be late patty! let go of me."
ugh, school, classrooms, teachers, hot boys, annoying plastics, and the nerds. did i really miss school, i'm not even sure anymore. i grabbed my stuff as i sat in my heavily broken chair, it's like the more weight i put on it the more it cracked. i took out all my necessities and everything i needed to start this year wonderfully, hopefully high school will be my years to prove i was just a horrible student in grade school. yikes, there goes the bell.
"hello class! i'm ms. higgins and i will be your history teacher this year, aw don't look so down we'll get through this year in a blink of an eye! so..."
blah blah blah
blabbers just ran through my head
i felt a paper hit me, shit im gonna get bullied
"class you need to understand..."
as i grabbed the paper on the floor, all the dumb words that the teacher spoke just ran through my ears. defintely gonna get bullied by this super cute guy who just hit me with a paper. please don't let him bully me hes so hot.
hi, im jason you can call me jace. you're cute
whats your name
oh my god. did this 6 foot, cute ass, stylish, dorky, hot, beautiful and sexy person just call me cute. his name is jason, oh j, damn serene and pascale are gonna come at me.
the rest of the class went by, i became too shy to pass over a note as a reply but i felt his cold stare cripple down my spine. i knew he was watching me, i couldn't understand why. i was a mess. i had a whole messy bun in, i didn't even bother to change into normal jeans and a sweater, i was still wearing my food stained california sweatpants that i got for 6$ off romwe, i'm not even of the rich snobby kind.
the most confusing part about high school were the lockers, what the hell was i supposed to put in the lockers? shouldn't i just keep my stuff in my backpack where they're most safe? someone might figure out my code or slip some rude notes or nasty pictures through the ventilators. i hate high school.
"hey girl."
shit
the stacked papers in my hand fell down and flew and suddenly i went down with them. hit myself right in the elbow, never land on your arms just a bit of advice. i rubbed the shit out of my eyes just to look up at the boy hiding his laughter, he covered his mouth with his hand yet I could still hear the tiny giggles he brought out.
"what do you want, boy."
"i wanted to ask you out, you're cute. now you just remind me of a fool."
what the fuck
i got up off the floor and ignored his help gesture, i didn't like this guy. he probably uses his annoying smirk and cute ass face to get away with stuff. he seems like he would ask me for nudes, dont know why but he just reminds me of someone who would.
"i dont date."
he grabbed my hand abruptly, only one, his large ring almost impaling my wrist.
"why don't you date."
