Trust can Hurt

... Continued

I couldn't get it off my mind, why he panicked, then just, ran away like he was being chased. The thoughts in my head are endless. I cannot imagine why he was limping. I can rule out simple things that wouldn't hurt to tell. I immediately went to him being bullied. Him being bullied? Well people are idiots.

Jason's POV:

I like her, but I don't think she understands where I stand right now. She is gorgeous and perfect she probably has a perfect family and perfect friends to. She will not understand my family it's too complicated. I write in this stupid journal just waiting for something good to write, but its all just one huge sob story nobody is going to want to hear. I am sure she has never gotten kicked, punched, forgotten, broken, rejected, or even sad for over an hour. Layla probably has a perfect life, a fairy tail, as I am living a sob story of a life, nobody cares.

Next Morning...

I go out the front door without even a glimpse of my foster parents. As I make my way over to Layla's I think should I tell her, i mean it wouldn't hurt, it just may cause some drama. I don't know but i better figure it out fast because she it coming put her front door, dang she really is flawless. I lose my train of thought and as soon as I knew it she was next to me.

"Hey, Jason" she says in her gorgeous voice.

"Hey!" i say acting like i didn't see her

"What happened yesterday? It has been bugging me." she says worryingly. Wow she actually cares, haven't seen that quality in a while.

"Uh-um well you see" I sigh and look at the time "I will explain after school, it is to much for five minutes. Coffee at 'Z' 3:30?" I ask.

"Perfect" she sighs with relief.