I spy with my little eye. ||on hold||

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

"The practice of peace and reconciliation is one of the most vital and artistic or human actions."

-Nhat Hanh

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That night I slept fitfully. Maybe it had something to do with the mysterious texts I'd been receiving, or maybe it was the fight I'd had with Hayden. I think it was a combination of the two. Francesca told me that she'd seen the whole thing and that she'd never seen someone as angry as I had been. She tried to reassure me that Hayden had deserved it and that she would back me up but for some reason, it made me feel worse. When I tried to apologise to Hayden I found her locked in the bathroom crying. It broke my heart to hear her sobbing, to hear the pain I had caused her. I knew I had to talk to someone, otherwise the guilt would have eaten me alive.

That's how I found myself in Jason's bed at three in the morning.

Once I'd tossed and turned enough for one night I slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to move the bed too much and wake Francesca up. I tiptoed across the room and crept out the door, closing it gently behind me. I sent Jason a quick text hoping he was awake.

You awake?

Seconds later my phone buzzed with his reply.

Barely, why?

I need you.

I don't know what made me say that but as soon as I sent the text, I regretted it. I was pretty sure I'd scared him away, or he probably thought I was some desperate, clingy weirdo. Neither eventuality was good.

Much to my surprise however the door opened and I was greeted by a very sleepy, dishevelled looking Jason. His brown curls were a messy mop on his head and he was rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His pyjama shirt was inside out and buttoned up wrong, making me think he had only just put it on. I can't imagine I looked any better; my hair was tangled and in a sloppy ponytail, I probably had drool on my face and all I was wearing was short pyjamas shorts and a tank top- yes very stylish on my part.

"I'm sorry I woke you," I whispered, not sure how to start the conversation. "I dint know who else to talk to."

He smiled warmly at me and opened the door a little wider. I took this as permission to enter and walked inside, closing the door gently. We crept past Mark, who was sleeping soundly, and into Jason's room. All this sneaking around reminded me of when I would sneak out to on late night adventures with my friends back in high school.

Jason sat down on the bed and I copied him, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to my chest.

"So is there any particular reason you woke me up at three o'clock in the morning or were you just desperate to see my gorgeous face again?" He asked sarcastically, making me laugh. One of the reasons I texted Jason was his ability to make me laugh, no matter how bad I felt.

Another was that I knew he would listen, which he did. I told him everything that had happened to Hayden and I. The whole time he listened to me rant, not once did he tell me I was wrong or that I was just overthinking things. He was one of the most unbiased people I knew and that was one of the things that made him unique.

When I'd finished he let out a long sigh, "that sounds like one hell of a weight to carry on your shoulders."

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked, feeling a few tears slide down my cheeks. I didn't want to cry but I was so stressed out that the tears came almost naturally.

Jason pulled me into a tight bear hug and rubbed my back soothingly. "Get some sleep and we can figure out how to fix this in the morning.," he replied, wiping my tears away with his thumb.