Strangers .

chapter two

okay sorry for not updating in like foreverrrr. but I had so much things going on , but anyways here's chapter two enjoy :).

jason mccan.

so its summer in a couple of weeks and I'm so glad. I can't wait to get out of this fucking hell hole. I moved from New York to Ontario I don't fucking know why. Stupid unpredictable parents. I was hoping to find that mystery girl I bumped into a few months ago her perfect dirty blonde hair, her smile, she was so perfect. I think her name was Rosey or Rose something like that.

I caught myself smiling at the thought of her.

I was quickly nudged out of my thoughts by my two best friends Chaz Somers and Ryan Butler.

"Dude, what the fuck are you smiling at, Lola Starling thinks you've been checking her out" Ryan Butler said trying not to laugh

I gave him a death glare, then look to where Lola Starling had been standing. She was smiling at me. When she noticed that I was looking at her she looked to her best friend, Chantel Bridges, and whispered something and they both started giggling. Girls.

Ryan through his hands up in defence "what?" he said in a high pitched voice "you've been staring at her for like twenty minutes, and uhh..." he said pointing to something behind my back.

"what?" I asked slowly turning around. There I saw Lola Starling and Chantel Bridges walking towards me with smirks on their faces.

"Oh shit, I chose the wrong time to think about you Rose" I mutted underneath my breathe.

But Chaz Somers heard me "Whose Rose?" he asked, curiosity played in his eyes as a smirk started to develope on his lips.

"Well,-" I started but was cut off by the most annoying voice in the entire world. Lola Starling.

"Uhmm, Jason?" she started "I noticed you staring at me and I was just wondering if you'd like to go somewhere tonight?" she said with a smile on her face with hope twinkling in her eyes.

"Uhh, you see, I uhh" I started scratching my head thinking of a lie, honestly I didn't really have anything going on tonight, but I really didn't wanna spend the night with Lola Starling. I came up with something, lets hope it works.. "So you see Chaz here" I said pointing at Chaz "his mother well, uhh, had a foot surgery so I'm going to him for the weekend to take care of his mother"

"But my mother never-" Chaz stated, with confusion playing across his face.

I cut him off "Really watched were she walked, that's why she had foot surgery" I said turning to him and giving him a look that said 'i-don't-want-to-spend-friday-night-with-this-chick-so-pretend-your-mother-had-foot-surgery'.

"Ohh" he chorused

I simply rolled my eyes at his stupidity.

I turned to face Lola Starling and Chantel Bridges "So sorry, Lola I seriously can't" I said forcing a smile hoping that she'd believe it.

She so didn't.

"Oh, well maybe some other time" She said with disappointment playing in her eyes.

"Yeah" I stated simply. Wow, its really easy to lie to this chick.

"Yeah, maybe when Chaz's mother doesn't have some fake foot surgery thing going on" She said angryly and turned around and started walking away. She mumbled something under her breathe, but I couldn't hear.

I stared at her figure as it dissapeared down the hall and around the corner.

I turned to face a very amused Ryan and Chaz.

"What!?" I hissed.

"Seriously Jason?" Chaz questioned "foot surgery?" he stated trying to hold back the laughter

Ryan on the other hand started to burst out laughing. Tears rolling down his cheeks.

I simply glared at them. "Whatever, like you mother fu-" before I could continue the bell rang cutting me off.

"I'll deal with you ass holes at lunch" I said annoyed.

"Uhh, com' on, bro you know we're just kidding" Ryan defended.

"Whatever." I said dryly.

rose summers.

so I was walking to my next class, Biology, uhhg kill me now. Well at least Elliot's in that class with me. I really don't know if his still mad at me, but why would he be ? I mean I did nothing... did I ?

Anyways, I walking in the class room and took my seat next to Elliot.

"Hi" I mumbled to Elliot smiling at him.

He didn't reply.

I ignored his childishness and tryed to focuse on what the teacher was saying.

I couldn't even focuse. I was too busy thinking about that guy I met in New York during winter break. Jason, Jackson ? something like that. he gave me his number but he forgot a digit so...

oh, well.