Will I fall for him?

Chapter 3- I think life just bitch slapped me

Life had been crawling by, and I seem to have been trapped in my own time continuum of third wheeling. All week after Cal and Annabelle left, I was stuck with El and Tyler undressing each other with their eyes and drooling over each other when they thought I wasn't looking.

I had to escape. My weekly dose of fashion had been stripped from me, and I was amongst soppy lovebirds all day.
Until school starts, I can't go running to art and bury my head in the latest trends, I had to be more creative in my means of escape.

After being out with cupids latest victims for approximately 18 minutes, I made made my getaway excuses, but I'm not sure how much was registered in their hormonal driven eyes as they hungrily eyed each other up like they were going to pounce on top of each other and start wildly making out or something equally vomit-inducing to watch.

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I wandered around for a while, not wanting to go back to the ticking bomb that was my sister. I ended up walking down dainty lanes until I unconsciously steered myself to my favourite spot in the world.

It was right on top of the hill that has the most breathtakingly thrilling views of the surrounding villages.

I (un)gracefully plonked down on the fresh springy grass, managing to collapse like a rag doll on the ground after tripping over my feet, and recover my stupidity by leaning back on my elbows whilst my body lay in front of me, feeling very glad no one was around to see my blondness.

I was collapsed under a sagging oak tree, its leaves providing a shelter from the surprisingly hot sun, as I cooled off from having to use all my energy climbing that sodding hill.

Looking around me, I marvelled in the sight of the grass swishing in the spring breeze, as if it was dancing to a silent well loved melody.

The view was like a picture from where I was sat, my eyes were always stunned at the beauty.

Because of my gawking trance, I didn't notice the stunning-droolworthy-drop-dead-gorgeous boy standing in the shade of the oak, leaning against the bark of the tree like an Abercrombie angel or something.

"Ahem," he growled in a deep entrancing voice.

I swear I jumped at least 3ft in the air, made a noise that sounded like I had just been brutally strangled by a psychopath,and also peed my self a tiny bit!

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." The angel voice said, not even attempting to keep the sneer out of his velvet voice.

By now I was on my feet and had turned to him, staring incredulously at his figure as if he was an alien or something equally as terrifying.

"You didn't mean to 'startle' me?!" I raged, "Why were you sat there staring at me, and then made me jump out of my skin then?!" I fumed, more than slightly pissed that I was being judged, sneered at and watched whilst I made a dick out of myself.

"Firstly, I'm stood not sat," which yes did piss me off even more, "And secondly, I guess I was just enjoying that graceful performance of yours." unknown boy smirked.

"Jason Osley by the way," he added warmly, as if he trying to erase his arseholey attitude before I could throw a bitchy ball of come back to him.

"Beth. Beth Sawley." I replied cautiously. What was up with this guy? One minute I'm defending myself from the arsehole brigade, the next I'm being introduced to a damn fit guy if I don't say so myself? Wow. They say girls are confusing.

"I'm sorry, can we start over? You seem nice, and I don't want to make you an enemy before I know you." He admitted, throwing the ball solidly into my court.

"Sure." I replied, still stunned at the sudden change of events.

"So what you doing up here then?" I questioned, wondering how he found out about my hideaway in the middle of a field, and totally remote in the arse end of no-where.

"Just escaping...I'm sure I'm not the only person in the world that needs to escape from reality sometimes." Jason admitted looking down at his hands.

I think this guy that I just randomly met on top of a hill was going to be a hit...

Unless he was a serial killer trying to escape from reality. In which case it would be more of a stab than a hit. A stab that would end up with me rotting under some tree with a couple other women.

Yes, my mind is pretty fucked sometimes.

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Jason and I talked about all kinds of stuff for what I'm sure was only half an hour or so, revealing a complexed personality.

"It's been great talking to you, but I've got to get going," Jason piped up after a stretch of comfortable silence, as we gazed over the spring evening before us.

"Oh." I looked into his eyes defeatedly and I saw a flicker of something, but it was gone before it came, and he looked away, rising to his feet.

I glanced at my phone and saw it was 5:30pm- FIVE THIRTY?!

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed shock paling my features.

Alarmed, Jason snapped his head to my face,"What?!"

"We've been talking for over 4 hours!" I said, shock taking over my voice.

"I know, why do you think I have to leave?" He chuckled, his features lighting up,

"Did you think I got bored of you?" Jason teased playfully.

"More like the..the other way arou-nd..." I attempted feebly, as a blush covered my cheeks, and I looked down, trying to hide my disgraceful cheeks, slipping unwanted emotion out.

I saw Jason's face contort with an inner battle, and before I could register anything, he had appeared in front of me and bent down to the grass.

He cupped my chin lightly in his strong grip, his chestnut hair in an not on purpose cute messy style, as his golden eyes burned through me, as if they were scrutinising my soul.

Slowly, he leant forward, and pressed his lips to mine, gently and full of purpose.
I was wrapped up in his kiss like a blanket of love, and he pulled away all too soon, keeping close, our heads touching.

"Don't think I would ever, ever, get bored of you Beth," he breathed playfully, a grin lighting his features. I think it's safe to say I was under a spell, as he arose to his feet.

"Same time tomorrow." He stated over his shoulder, as he winked and set off at a jog down the hill. His features were screaming smugness at the obvious effect his kiss and had on me, controlling me and totally putting me under his belt.

I felt in a drunken haze. Did that just happen?
Were those last few hours real?

This proves that when you wait and complain about something for long enough, you'll get what you want.

In fact, I think life just bitch slapped me.

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