The Boy Next Door

Chapter Six: Fangirls

Having fangirls glare at me is not how I wanted to start my morning. Maybe its because I'm walking with Jason right now and his arm is around my shoulder. I can feel the female population killing me with their eyes right now and let me tell you, it doesn't feel very nice.

Jason of course is oblivious to this and continues on talking. We finally stop at my locker and he goes off to his first class.

I open my locker to get my books for my morning classes. I then weave through the sea of students in the hall like I've been doing for years now. 

I finally get to my first class which is Economics and I settle in my usual seat by the window and next to my Chemistry lab partner, Alice. We have light conversation about school, but as we are speaking I can feel eyes watching me.

     "Alice, can you please look behind me and tell me who is glaring holes into the back of my head? Don't make it obvious you're looking," I say discreetly.

     "Yeah sure," she then discreetly looks "it's Ashley, one of Jason's main fangirls."

     "I don't get why she's glaring at me. I haven't done anything to her. I don't even talk to her," I wonder out loud.

     "It's because of you and Jason walked into school together this morning and his arm was on you," she answers me as if she was stating the most obvious thing in the world.

     "That's going around?" I ask.

     "Yup and may I say, the two of you are pretty cute together. You would have gorgeous babies." 

     "We're just friends."

     "Okay then but I'm just saying, you would."We both just end up laughing.

The teacher then enters and first period begins. 

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The bell rings signalling the end of  fourth period and the beginning of lunch, interrupting my train of thought, I look around and find Jason still in his seat, sleeping. I walk over to his desk and gently nudge him. It seems like waking up Jason is my new job. 

     "Jason, come one get up. It's already lunch time," I say as I gently nudge him awake.  

He stirs and slowly opens his eyes. He quickly gets up and looks at me. Before I can even realise it, his arms are wrapped around me. We stay in our hug for quite some time, his head pressed against the top of mine.

     "Are you alright?" I ask, sensing the difference in his usual happy attitude and seeing his glazed over eyes.

     My statement seems to bring him back to reality and he puts on a smile on his face, a fake one though. "Yeah, I'm fine. Now let's go get some lunch." He tells me as he grabs my hand and practically drags me along.

We then start walking normally but his hand is still intertwined with mine, leaving me  blushing as we walk. I mean who wouldn't blush right now. I attempt to cover my face with my hair but then realize that I tied it in a bun earlier this morning.

We walk into the canteen hand in hand, catching the eye of the general public. We head to the line and get our food. Just as I am about to pay for my food he pays for it instead. 

     "Hey! I was gonna pay for that," I say borderline whining at him.

     "Well, too bad," He says in reply as lets go of my hand to grab both our trays. 

Lunch passes without a hitch and we soon find ourselves in Jason's apartment. We review for the exams that we have for the next day. After about three hours of studying, we decide to take a break. 

We both decide to take a seat on the couch and he does the same. He puts his arm around my shoulder and I snuggle into his side even though I can feel myself turning pretty red. We just sit, enjoying the comfortable silence. 

     I break the silence by asking, "So what happened to you earlier? When I woke you up, you had this look in your eye."

      "It was nothing," he says brushing it off.

     "It was clearly not nothing. Tell me," I reply  while looking up at him.

     "Fine," he says giving in, "This may sound stupid, but I had a bad dream."

     "That's not stupid. What was your dream about?" 

      "I will tell you about that and something else soon," He says as he kisses my forehead and gets up.

     "Hey! Not fair," I say while pouting. He simply laughs at me. I'm so glad his back is turned right now, so he can't see how red I've become.

This boy doesn't know the effect he has on me. I' m so screwed, I got it bad. I just hope he feels the same way.