Joe's POV:
She's pretty, I'm not going to lie. The way her hair flips slightly at the ends and graces just above her shoulders. Her eyes are an interesting a color. In the light they're a carmel brown, but without light, they're almost black. I live for the moments when she has to hold back a smile or gets all fidgety and nervous.
I have to remind myself that she's only a friend.
I try to be as friendly as possible, like 24/7. But she just keeps pushing me away. I don't think I'll ever understand her. Speak of the devil, (literally), I spot her at her locker, getting her books for her next class.
"Hey Mina!" I greet her cheerily. She flips me off without looking up. I smirk and lean against my locker, watching her intently. Someone's not having a good day. "Me and a couple of friends are seeing a movie tonight at AMC, you wanna come?"
She turns to face me, closing her locker. "Who in their right mind would want to hang out with you?"
"But I thought you weren't sane. So like," I fade off. She squints at me and I bite my lower lip. Yeah, she's pretty hot. "Fine, whatever," I say, throwing my hands in the area.
I could swear that she winks as she stalks away. I glance at my watch. It's already 1:35. School ends at 2 and we're supposed to be in study hall. I have to stay after for cross country anyway.
I hustle towards the men's bathroom which is so conveniently located on the other side of the school. A bell rings, but I ignore it. I have better places to be, better things to do. The hallways are oddly quiet, besides a few upperclassmen shoving each other around. I awkwardly pass them and duck into the bathroom.
It's empty except for an older guy whom I don't recognize fixing his hair by the sinks. I give him a half smile and he nods and I throw my books on the sink counter, ducking into a stall. I run my hand through my hair anxiously, pressing my back up against the cold door. I try and hold my breath, waiting patiently for the kid to leave. Finally, I hear the door open and close.
However, I hear another set of footsteps replace him.
"Joe?" a deep voice calls out quietly. I breath a sigh of relief and open the stall door, letting him in. "I'm so sorry, it's been a long day and I've been so stressed," he stops me by placing a finger on my lips.
"What did she say?"
I shake my head, disappointed. Jason frowns and kisses my cheek reassuringly.
"I'm so sorry you have to go through this. You don't deserve it." I sigh and look at my feet; Jason's hand falling to his side.
He moves slightly closer making my insides flutter and when I look up he has a sly grin on his face. A smile slowly spreads across my face. His dark eyes seem to look straight through me and it's unsettling yet really satisfying. To know that someone loves you so much that they know what you're thinking, always.
"Can I come over tonight?" he asks, hand sliding unnoticed to my lower back. I avert his gaze as he gets closer. My breath catches in my throat and I bite down hard on my lower lip.
"I don't know, Jay. My parents are already so suspicious..." he stops me by gently turning my head back to face him. I take a small quivering breath and watch him carefully as his finger traces my jawline. He tilts his head slightly and parts his lips and I almost collapse.
"Jason..." He silences me by moving his finger to my parted lips which causes a whole new wave of emotions to turn my stomach into knots. His hand runs down the back of my neck, the other on my lower back. He pulls me closer until our bodies are up against each other.
He leans in and kisses me and I don't hesitate to kiss him back. His lips are soft and smooth. I let my hand find his hair, running my fingers through the loose strands. He moans against me and I pull him closer.
He pulls away for a moment to kiss my cheek. I pull my chin up and he kisses my collarbone, biting at the skin carefully. My mouth falls open and my eyes close.
"Jason..." I say for no particular reason. "We should go." He continues gnawing at my skin like a little bunny rabbit and I pull away slightly. He stops and looks at me, confusion and disappointment in his face.
"We have class, Jay." He rolls his eyes. He doesn't care about his grades as much as I do. You see, he's hot and knows how to work a camera. He would have no problem getting a job as a male model.
However, I'm not very attractive and I need to rely on my brain to get me into a good school. Jason kisses me on the cheek one more time and unlocks the stall, slipping out and leaving me cold and lonely. Reluctantly, I go into the bathroom and pick up my books. Jason is washing his hands quietly, head down. I admire him for a moment before saying, "Thanks for meeting me. I was feeling a little lonely."
"No problem. That's what friends are for right?" We both chuckle and I wave goodbye as he drys off his hands.
