Dancing with Fire (John Pearce/Justice Crew Fanfic)

Chapter 9

As predicted, Jason wasn’t keen on patching things up with me the following Monday. He didn’t sit beside me during classes we had together, or during lunch at the cafeteria. He was ignoring me, full on ignoring me. I wanted to skip school.

Feeling down and lonely, I skipped the rest of my classes that Jason had with me. I found myself sitting still in English after the bell has rang, distracted on whether I should leave school or go to the nurse station and fake something up. Mind you, I wasn’t a good actress.

“Is everything okay, Kayla?” Mr. Pearce spoke; I forgot he was still in the room. He stood up from his seat and went in front of my seat, his arms folded in his chest.

“Do you have a class? Can I stay here for awhile?” I asked, not meeting his gaze. At the corner of my eye, I could see him turning the chair in front of me and sitting down.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to go to my next class. Please can I stay here” I begged, still had my eyes on the floor, pretending to count the lines in the tiles.

“Only if you tell me what’s going on.”

“Jason… I- I…”

“What did he do? Did he hurt you?” He was concerned, his body moving forward towards me and tried to ask me to look at him.

“I- He- I… don’t know” I stuttered. I’m not sure what to tell him.

“What? You can tell me… I’ll listen.”

“He hates me.” I cried, tears were falling down my cheeks.

He wiped it off with his hand. Mr. Pearce wiped it off. His reaction was worried I was hurt. It was… strange.

“His mom doesn’t want him to make future with me, like getting into the same college just because we wanted to be together, like how we planned everything out when we were younger. I thought his mom likes me because she and my mom were best friends. There was a part of me knew that maybe the reason why Rebecca didn’t want him to be with me was because I changed over the years. I didn’t want to do the path I wanted, but I haven’t thought of anything to replace what I originally had in mind which is why Jason doesn’t want to open up his opportunities.”

“What was your original plan with him?”

“Just get in the same college, that’s all.”

“What were you taking up then?”

“I’m not sure.”

“But you said you wanted to take up something when you were younger.”

“I changed my mind, don’t want it anymore. It was one of those things when you were younger and you start telling people you wanted to be that. As you grow older, things change.”

“So what was it?” Mr. Pearce still wanted to know. I was scared of telling him because he was also a dancer, and knowing him he would probably persuade me to continue it, or join the classes so he would get a glimpse of how I was, whether if I was good or not.

“Umm, forget about it.”

“I promise I won’t laugh.” He uttered, thinking that what I had in mind was a joke and I was embarrassed of him finding out. I am embarrassed at some point not because it was a joke but I kept on telling him I didn’t know how to dance.

“You won’t let it go, would you?”

“Well then, if you tell me, I’ll excuse you in your next class. If you don’t, then it’s detention.”