The Homecoming Agenda

step eight; don't let him close the door

step eight; don't let him close the door

“Alright, I’ll catch you guys later. I have to go find Sarah.” Jason winced, thinking no one noticed, and took off to find his girlfriend a couple of minutes after Matt and I ran into him.

Andrew watched Jason walk away before saying, “God, Sarah is such a bitch. Why is he still with her?” He rolled his eyes. “The last time we hung out with him, she wouldn’t stop calling and insisted that he leave to take her to the mall.” He added the last part in more for my benefit, I assumed.

“You know exactly why, dude. He likes clingy girls. Makes him feel important.” Matt bit his lip. I squeezed his hand. Accidently though, I swear. He looked at me through the corner of his eye, and briefly smiled.

“Maybe there are just no more cheerleaders for him to date.” I shrugged.

            Andrew stared at me. “What do you mean?”

“Uh, he only dates cheerleaders. Duh.” These idiots call themselves Jason’s best friends yet I know more about him then them, and I hate him.

            The guys looked at me weirdly. “What, do you keep track?” Andrew seemed amused.

“No, I'm just not an idiot like two burnouts I know.” This seemed to amuse them even more because they just kept smirking at me, so I pretended that someone had texted me.

            When I looked back up, Andrew started to say, “I gotta get out of here. I have to get with Jessie tonight guys.” He nodded quickly before disappearing into the crowd, forgetting all about our conversation, because obviously Jessie and his non-existent one night stand was about to take place.

I laughed to myself. There was no way that Jessie Longo, head cheerleader and captain of the dance team, would look at Andrew in any other way besides the way she looks at the gum on her shoe.

“Now what?” I asked, glancing at Matt before knocking my shoulder into his.

Matt didn’t say a word, but pulled me up the stairs and into an empty room. Oh hell, if he thinks this is the time to make me have sex with him, I’ll kill him.

I raised a brow at him as he closed the door and flicked on the light switch. “No way, dude. Turn the fuck around and walk right back out that door if you think that I'm going to be doing anything that involves you and that bed.”

All Matt did was laugh.

I went to sit on the said bed, looking around the room. There were ribbons and certificates and trophies and awards, all placed neatly around the room and on the walls. There was not one item of clothing on the floor as far as I could tell. And there was a stack of AP level books on the desk in the corner. This was Jason’s room for sure.

Matt hesitantly sat down beside me, and when he realized I wasn’t going to kick him off, he scooted in closer to me. “Right, so how about the floor?”

I shoved him with all my strength, but he barely budged. Yeah whatever, I meant to do that.

“I'm kidding, I just wanted to talk or whatever.”

I looked at him suspiciously. “Talk? Since when do you ever just talk to girls?”

“I am capable of functioning like a normal human being, you know.”

            I scoffed and leaned back on the bed. Staring at the ceiling and not looking at him, I tugged Matt by the arm until he was lying beside me, the sides of our bodies touching lightly.