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‘I wonder what it says,’ I thought, tempted to read the note.
Jason wouldn't mind if I read it, and even if he did, what he doesn't know wouldn't kill him. I slowly began to open it up, still contemplating on whether I should read it or not.
“Alex, what’s taking you so long? Half time’s almost over!” Jason exclaimed, making me jump about five feet into the air.
“You almost gave me a heart attack!” I said, catching my breath.
“What’s that in your hand?”
“Um… Your cleats,” I replied, handing over his football shoes and putting the not behind my back.
“No, the other hand.”
“There’s nothing in my other hand,” I lied.
“Yes, there is,” he grabbed for my hand.
“No, there isn’t,” I insisted, quickly slipping the note inside my back pocket.
“Let me see then.”
I showed him my hands, before changing the subject.
“You have your cleats. Let’s go… Hey, Jason… Why is there a pink bra on the floor?” I asked, still confused about that.
He shook his head, “Don’t ask… just don’t.”
I finally went home after the game ended, with our team winning in the end. Go Jaguars! As soon as I stepped foot in the door, I quickly took the note and put it somewhere safe. My mother wasn't here, so Jason ended up staying with me for a little while, after we both took a bath… not together.
“Alex!” he yelled, “Make me some food.”
“Jason… you’re funny,” I said, acknowledging the fact that he thought I would.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot you couldn't cook… or even make food.”
“As a matter of fact, I am an excellent cook for your information.”
“Sure. You probably set your microwaves on fire.”
“I’m not like you, Jason, and I will have you know that my microwaved noodles are the bomb,” I replied smartly, as we both bursted out laughing.
“Okay. How about we both cook food for each other and the loser has to be the winner’s slave for a week?” Jason proclaimed.
“Challenge accepted,” I agreed, knowing that I’d win. Jason had good cooking skills, but nobody could beat this Mama.
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