Will I fall for him?

C9-I stumble through life with uncoordinated feet and different sized boobs

Mouth agape, she stared at me as if I had grown a third boob.

"He... He hung up... on you?" El questioned, a deep frown set into her pretty little face.

"Yeah..." I replied numbly, looking down dejectedly at my food.

Since Friday's rejection, I had spent one confused ass weekend wondering where I went wrong.

El and I had just finished our first A-Level exam, and before we trudged home for the afternoon we stopped in the run down canteen for lunch.

I had been picking at a tuna sandwich for the best part of 20 minutes whilst I explained life (particularly Friday's tale) to El, and I still had half an unwanted sandwich left.

El was so shocked that her top had fallen down so low I was getting a VIP view of her girls, and so was the boys on the next table by the sounds of it.

I had already pointed this out to El, but she wasn't fazed at building up some competition for Tyler. Laughing, I had rolled my eyes at her comment.

She's such a slag sometimes.

To say I was confused was an understatement.

Jason had proper fucked up my brain ,which isn't easy to process by the way when your trying to set up a future for yourself and not fail your A-levels like a hobo and live on the streets for the rest of your life because a boy got in your head!

I will be an independent woman!

I had decided that he was a bi-polar asshole, and I had to focus on getting A*'s otherwise no university would want me, and I would be waving goodbye paris as it disappeared in the distance, and I was left behind in the dust of my failed life.

You could say I was feeling quite negative about my intelligence today, if you hadn't noticed...

So, theoretically Jason should be the last thing in my mind. He should be buried deep into the corner of my brain that stores things I should never ever think about.

In this category he was snuggled up pretty close to suicide and dying of a heroin overdose. Yes, he was that irritating.

So why, why, why oh why, on earth could I not stop thinking about him?!
He was meant to be snuggled down with me killing myself, not filling my every damn thought! He's taken over my food thoughts. This is bad...

Realising I had been in a Jason thought train, I quickly turned that baby around and send it back to heroin-suicide Ville or wherever, and focused on El's rant about Jason ruining my life.

"- I mean, who is he?! Who does he think he is, to come strolling into your life with his supposedly good looks- even though I've never met him- and be a total douche-bag to you?! I mean, does satan have children or something? Because if he does, then Jason's one of them!!" El finished, face turning red from the lack of oxygen,and steam slowly trickling out of her ears.

I think El just summed up how I'm feeling to be honest. Confused, pissed, hurt and infuriated all at the same time.

"Yep. Boys eh, Why do we have them?"

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Friday night had been my goal to get to after a week of brain damage and having to think so hard.

So naturally, when it rolled around I had a little dance. When I say little, I mean after getting home from exams, I was in my room and I had a little boogie, an original Beth dance.

Unfortunately, there was a fit guy walking down the footpath next to our house at the time, just as was doing my finale leap, full Beth style, and trust me, I don't do halfway!

Let's just say it ended up with me sprawled out on my back, and the guy laughing as he strolled fit-guy-ly away, not even stumbling as he looked over his shoulder and walked down a cobblestone path!

I swear, some people must be immortal gods who breeze through life, all cute hair, amazing figures and perfectly straight smiles, while all the normal girls in the universe stumble through life with braces, uncoordinated feet and slightly different sized boobs.

Don't even try to deny that the last one is just me!

I swear I'm an awkward fail 95% of the time...

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I had just run a bath and was sat enjoying the warmth and peace that the water brung, with the bubbles surrounding me, and my body floating like a graceful ballerina.

With me being cursed and all, it's impossible to more than a moments peace/ballerina fantasising, so all too soon I was interrupted my phone singing.

Being relaxed and all, I swiped the screen with my eyes shut (because yes, I do posses that skill) and prayed to anyone that was listening that I didn't murder my phone by dropping it into a steaming bath full of phone killer.

"Hello?" I asked sleepily.

"Hey, look don't hang up. Hear me out." A panicked melody rushed through the phone, and it didn't take me more than a second to recognise the who the husky voice belonged to.

"Look Jason, I know I jumped to conclusions, okay? So just leave me alone, and we won't ever have to talk again, because I don't even want to be around you if you obviously don't like me. Your bi-polar-ness just screws me up, so let's jus-" I stammered, before being cut off.

"Beth, shut up. I'm sorry I hung up ok? Look you've got this wrong and I need to tell you something, in person. Can I see you?" He asked confidently ploughing through and ignoring me.

"What.. did you not just hear me? I don't want to be around you, not when you effect me more than I quite obviously effect you, which isn't what I wanted. I'm going to forget about you Jason... We could have had something good, but it's too late," I emotionally told him.

Unknowingly, betraying tears had fallen from my eyes, and involuntarily, I sniffed as they started falling faster.

"Beth, please listen..." Jason started, for once the smug, sarcastic, jokey edge fallen from his voice.

"Goodbye." I choked out through tears.

This time, it was me who hung up the phone.

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Arghhh I didn't like writing this chapter. Are you team Jason, or not?! Please let me know know the comments!

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