Different Sides To The Same Story

Chapter twelve - Jason Dalton

   I didn't go to school the next day, or the day after that. Just being able to see her face seemed like a curse. I needed time to heal, metally, emotionally, physically. Everytime I moved one of the cuts would be in distress and start bleeding again, I couldn't risk that happening at school. But it was the weekend now and I didn't need to worry about seeing her. I think I made myself pretty clear, even if it was all a lie.

My plan for Saturday included; sleep all day, to avoid my mom, then eat, then sleep some more. My plans for sunday followed a similar schedule.

It's when Monday rolls around that I have an issue. I'll have to see her, in history, in the caf, in the halls. I'll have to tell the others we broke up. Just so many things I don't want to happen. And even though I prayed all through the weekend, Monday still came.

I made plans with Callie to skip the morning and instead go to Suzie's (the only diner we eat at since we can use Cal's discount). I don't bother dressing up, I just throw on a sweatshirt and jeans.

I get there before her, entering the diner and sitting down at a booth. A girl Callie works with walks over taking my order. I order an egg and toast for me and a two pancake breakfast for Callie, also getting two coffees.

Callie arrives about two seconds before the food does. Her hairs up in a bun, which I recognize as her working and studying hair. She looks at the food smiling at the fact I know her order.

"So..." She trails sipping her coffee, "Vent to me darling."

I roll my eyes, "I don't need to vent about anything." I lie.

"Jace," She starts, placing her hand over mine, "You're an open book to me."

"I broke it off with Lily." I tell her, letting the nickname slip.

She nods in an understanding way. "You guys ended your fake relationship." She states, eating a bite of her pancakes.

My eyebrows rise in surprise, "Our...you knew?!" I exclaim

She swallows her pancakes pointing the fork at me, "I told you you're an open book to me." She sips her coffee, "Just like how I know you're in love with her."

Well this is news to me, "I'll admit I liked her but I don't love her." I tell her as a smile grows on her face.

"You know how I wanna go into human psychology?" She questions as I nod, "Well I've been taking some college courses on the human psyche."

"Okay..." I trail off, not sure what she's getting at.

"See lets take your sentence for example," She tells me, placing her elbows on the table, "You said 'I liked her' see how you used past tense, but when you said 'I don't love her' that's presentence, which suggests you are in denyl and you do in fact love her." She tells me.

"Huh." I say, "How the fuck did you come to that conclusion?" I exclaim.

"It's simple psychology." She states, "I know you better than you know yourself." She tells me, digging back into her pancakes.

Do I love her? I like her a lot. I mean she's fucking beautiful who wouldn't be into that? But it's more, how she makes me feel. She makes me feel happy, when most of the time I don't. Holy shit. I love her. I love Lilith Pearson. And she hates me.