JasonToddxReader - I Don't Hate You

Chapter 7: Truth or Dare

You never actually noticed how much his jaw clenched when he ate. When he chewed, his mouth stiffens, especially when he ate something on the meatier side. It made his jaw look even sharper than it already does. He's not the one to talk, either. Even with his friends around him in the table, Jason just kept his attention to his food and picked on it with his fork in the middle of chewing. His head was down, and he'll either watch how everyone was going around him, respond when people talk to him, and sometimes, pull out a book and just read.

He looked so damn cute when he'd balance a book on one hand and eat with the other.

Barely anything happened the past two weeks, and you only had one week left of your detention sentence. You once dreamed of this day, when it all ends and all the shelving and recording and fucking hand writing comes to a finish, and you can go back to being the same, carefree old you when you did the absolute bare minimum of your studies instead of writing a damn lit paper all night just to impress someone whose opinion never even mattered until just a few weeks ago. The you before Jason.

It didn't feel like the you that you wanted to go back to anymore.

If anything, shelving books didn't seem like much of a chore much, especially when you were riding the cart and Jason was pushing behind you. When you're busy with your own books and he'd come along and say you were doing it all wrong, when a shelf was too high and he'd help you reach it. When books fell to your face and his laughter would fill the empty aisles.

And the hand writing? Barely even a bother when he was sitting right across from you, smiling every so often when he'd catch your eye and hand you a cup of coffee he got for you.

Fuck, even mopping gym floors and being stuck in a library starving overnight became one of those memories you most often loved to relive before you'd drift off to sleep.

Yeah. You used to dream of this to end.

Now it was ending way too fast.

The week after this, you'd no longer have an excuse to see him everyday, or go up to him so suddenly and not look like a desperate fool. Perhaps the first few weeks, he'd say hi to you at the halls or smile at you from across the room. But it would probably end at that. Eventually he'll find some other fun thing to do or new people to hang out with and you'll end up being nothing but a detention story he'd sometimes tell his friends.

The distance will come eventually, and you're stuck being the same old you. The you before Jason.

That's the only thing you've thought about since you woke up in the morning. You haven't made anyone cry today, or did anything that was borderline illegal.

It was lunchtime, and you haven't said a word to anyone. You haven't taken a bite out of your lunch, only fiddling with it with your fork for the past several minutes.

"Y/N. You're staring at him, again."

You bit your lips and darted your eyes over to your food. "No, I'm not."

Penny was across from you, eating a sandwich. Her bright little sundress contrasted immensely from the waterfall of black you had on your whole body. She was looking directly at you, and could see exactly what you were looking at. She continued eating as she talked. "Yes, you are."

"No, I'm NOT."

Stabbing your food with your fork, you ate it whole and gritted your teeth as you forced yourself to swallow it despite the lack of appetite.

"You know, it's okay to admit you-"

"That I what?!"

Penny flattened her lips. "That you like him."