The police have come around all this week, making sure that no abduction had happened or was attempted. No sign of awkward behavior had occurred. Jason continued to text me. He tried to get in touch with me all the time. Texting me, calling me, at school he would try and approach me. Jess stood in his way, telling him to stay away.
Jess forgave me. We have been hanging out, sleeping over, and even going out as a “couple”. After a few voicemails, emails, and text messages she responded. She forgave me, told me how she was right and I was wrong, then opened her arms and hugged me. I can’t blame her for being mad, mostly because I did promise I wouldn’t go out with him.
Me and Vicki have continued our therapy sections. We talked about how I can call my distant family and be in touch. How I should explain to Megan that no matter how many times we hate on each other, I’m always going to be there. I mean, lets face it. Mom and dad are good listeners, but I don’t think they care.
As for me, I’ve thought about Jason a lot. I mean, I was angry, but if Vicki has taught me anything, it’s that I should face my problems, not avoid them. If I were to take care of all my problems, I wouldn’t have any.
I imaged what would have happened if I hadn’t stopped Jason from kissing me. How his lips would have felt against mine, or maybe how I would have been able to be loved. Loved like never before. Me running my fingers through his hair. The smell of axe would fill tray me.
I started calling my aunts, grandmas, and even cousins to fix my relationships with them. Jess and I have a better friendship and I fixed the problem. Also, Megan and I have gotten closer. One night, when I was watching T.V. in my bedroom, she came in and sat next to me with a bowl of popcorn and watched T.V. with me. Now, I needed to confront Jason.
With the insurance that he would show, I sat down back by the spot Jason took me that night we were suppose to go bowling. It was day time, and seeing the lake was legit next to the road, I could hear the cars. I opened Jason’s contact and pressed call. It rang, and rang, then his voice.
I noticed that he answered but he didn’t speak.
“Look, I know you're listening, but, I’m sitting here at that spot. If you want to talk, I’m here, and ready to talk. Okay?”
I heard the phone disconnect. I’ll wait, see if he comes.
And so, I’m waiting, sitting on the ground, by the lake front, trying to skip rocks. I hear cars go by, one by one. The breaks on a few. Finally, I hear the door and footsteps approaching from behind. I continued to throw them.
“Can’t skip rocks?” His voice so subtle and shy.
“I can to, just, it’s been awhile.”
He grabbed a few pebbles and skipped them across the waters surface.
“So you’re better at skipping rocks then me.” I through another pebble.
“Put more aim and pull your arm back more.”
I tried again, failing and watching it sink. “I give up.”
“No, no-” he walked behind me and grabbed one of the pebbles, placing it in my hand. He stood right behind me, no gap between us. The he grabbed my arm.“-And just like this you through it at the water.” My arm went forward.
The pebble bounced off the surfaces top and skip like five times. A smile spread across my face. Jason sat on a rock, washing the sand off his hands from the pebbles. I sat down across from him, doing the same.
“Look, I just want to say that, I’m sorry for everything. The ignoring you.”
“I completely understand. You probably didn’t see that coming. I’m more shocked that you didn’t throw up afterward.”
