The Pretty Boy's Crush

Thursday, March 2nd, 2017

I stand in the usual spot that Jason hangs out, but I can't seem to find him anywhere. That's when I see Jacob walking into school all casually as usual. He will know where Jason is.

"Jacob! Where's Jason?" I ask him as I walk up to him. Jacob looks at me and then starts to rub the back of his neck nervously as if he was told by Jason to not tell me and to keep it a secret. Thankfully, Jacob is known to spill after a little pressure is applied.

"He's at home, he just stayed up too late, you know?" He says nervously. I raise a brow to tell him that he can't be serious.

"Really? Up too late doing what?" I ask through clenched teeth.

"Just watching too many Nope-Tube videos. You know how boys are, right?" He replies.

"No, I don't know, because these pictures say otherwise!" I say taking out my phone and showing him the pictures that Brooklyn sent me. She even sent some more this morning. Jacob's face turns a dark red as I slide through the images of Jason and Hope kissing and some even show them without shirts on and other ones they have nothing on as they are kissing. It disgusts me to think that he would post these or send these to Brooklyn.

"Tell me the truth, Jacob. Where is Jason?" I ask for the second time. This time, he doesn't even try to cover up where Jason is.

"Fine, he's at home. Just probably with Hope because she isn't here either." Jacob confesses making me sigh and roll my eyes.

"I should've never told Jason my feelings. I wouldn't have if I knew he would just cheat on me the night of." I say to myself. But, since I mentioned it aloud; Jacob heard it too and probably feels bad for me.

"Look, I'm sorry Paige. Even I wouldn't steep that low." Jacob says as he pats my shoulder as if that is going to make anything better.

"I wouldn't expect that from either of you. I thought that Jason was better than that. I guess that I was wrong." I say as tears fill my eyes as they then roll down my face slowly. They feel hot, and I can feel my face turning red from the anger and sorrow.

Jacob then comes up to my face and uses his finger to wipe off the tear. Jacob has never been the one to care about other peoples' emotions. Him caring that I'm upset and actually wants to make me feel better surprises me. Next thing I know his face is coming close to mine and he kisses me on the lips. His kiss is dry but full of passion as he brings his face away from mine.

"Hey get off my girl Jacob Holter!" Jason says appearing from literally nowhere and shoving Jacob away from me.

"Jason! I've been looking all over for you! Why were you making out with Hope!" I say making Jason look away from Jacob and then to me.

"Making out with Hope?" He looks at Jacob angrily as if he knew that Jacob was the one who leaked the photos. He then sighs and pushes his cute glasses up to his face. "Paige, we're just friends." He then starts trying to go up to me as if he knew how to make it all better.

"Just friends make out? Just friends take off their clothes in bed together? Just friends get nude together? So, that means that Jacob and I can make out and take our clothes off in bed?" I ask in a rhetorical question like tone. Jason looks at Jacob as if daring him to try that with me.

"Don't bring me in this argument. Or whatever is going on. Don't bring me into it." Jacob replies as he walks away from the two of us so we can work things out.

"I can't believe that we get together and the night of you cheat on me," I say in a disgusted tone. My heart hurts and feels like it cracking into small pieces. It's crying in pain and betrayal. "I should've known that you would betray me even when you said that you wouldn't. You're such a liar." I tell him. I have to say to him what's on my mind or we'll be stuck in this situation forever.

"We didn't do anything if that's what you're concerned about," Jason replies making me look to him a little confused.

"What?"

"We didn't have sex, we just kissed and messed around a little and then I kicked her out."

"As if that makes anything better?" I snap in a harsh and hateful tone. Jason looks at me as I just punched him in the gut. He looks away from me and makes sure our eye contact is short-lived, just like always.

"You've hurt me, you're going to be the last boy this year to hurt me. I'm not a girl who needs someone, I don't need a boy. I can be independent if I want. Because I've realized that you're the reason I got a referral, the reason I got my phone taken away, the reason I was crying in the bathroom yesterday, the reason why I was called a slut, and the reason why my heart is crumbling. You're the reason for all the bad things that have happened to me. I always told myself that if I was ever lucky enough to get with you all the pain and all the pleasure would be worth it. But, I realize that it is not worth it." I pause as I take a deep breath in. "Being called a slut for hanging around you isn't worth it," I whisper to him as I try to walk away he doesn't stop me. He just says something that changes my mind.

"If I was called a slut for being around you... I think that it'd be worth it to be in your spotlight. If I had to fall off the empire state building to get your attention... I would." He says quietly as he turns around and walks away.

I stop in mid-step and feel the urge to turn around. The urge to call out his name and chase after him. But, that's precisely what he wants me to do. He wants me to turn around right now and run after him like every fairytale. But, for the last time. This isn't a fairytale story.