Race to the Finish

Race to the Finish chp.34

"F*cking say something!" Jason whispered harshly for me to answer him.

The teacher walked in at that moment and told everyone to take their seats. Everyone scampered around the classroom trying to find a seat, while Jason stayed in his spot staring intently at me.

"Mr. Cohen, please take a seat. You may speak with Ms. Reed AFTER class." Mrs. Falconi told him in a strict, yet gentle voice.

Jason looked at me for a moment more completely ignoring Mrs. Falconi.

"Mr. Cohen!" Mrs. Falconi warned him.

He stood up straight not breaking eye contact with me. "This isn't over." He told me quietly before going to sit on the seat adjacent to mine.

"Alright, let's begin." Mrs. Falconi told the whole class before turning to the board.

I lowered my head to look at my notebook and wrote absentmindedly whatever I heard Mrs. Falconi say during the class, not really paying attention about what she said. During the whole time in class, I felt Jason's piercing gaze burning holes on the back of my head, but I didn't dare turn to look in his direction.

The bell finally rang and I took my shit and ran as fast as I could out of the classroom, but apparently I wasn't fast enough for Jason Cohen. He caught me as soon as I had stepped out of the classroom. He grabbed my arm and without a word dragged me with him. We then reached the same storage closet we were in that other time when I found the picture that fell out of his pocket.

"Seriously Jason? Again?" I asked him in a bored tone.

Once again his face is a hairsbreadth away from mine and his body was flushed against mine as his hands were on either side of my head.

"Are you going to answer my question?" Jason asked me in all seriousness.

"Yes. There I answered your question, may I go now?" I asked him with a tiny smirk that probably wasn't even visible.

He growled deep in his throat and moved his face closer to mine. His hot breath fanned my face.

"Who gave you that black eye?" He asked me slowly as if I were a retard.

I sighed. He isn't going to give up is he? Might as well tell him...

"It was my... instructor." I said.

"Instructor?" He asked me incredulous.

I nodded. "Yup. I have a boxing instructor. I just started the class so he was able to punch me pretty well. He told me to duck, but I was too slow so he ended up punching me." I shrugged uncaringly.

"When did you sign up?" He asked me digging for anything that will give away my lie.

As if I'd tell HIM of all people it was my dad. What am I stupid?

"Um... I think it was about three days ago, but the classes started yesterday." I said after making it seem like I was thinking a bit about it to make it realistic.