He Knows.

Chapter 18: The Day After

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School. Bleh. Jason. Yum. That's all I have to say. After Jason's little speech last night- well morning I couldn't take it. I just had to kiss him again. And again. And again. It's like his kisses get me high or something. After he left my house at like six o'clock he took me to school. But we left like thirty minutes earlier. Which I didn't understand why until now.

At the moment Jason and I were just kissing in his car in the back of the parking lot where no one parked. "God *kiss* your *kiss* kisses are *kiss* so *kiss* addicting." I stopped the kiss for a moment so I could breathe. "So are yours." And I went back in.

Is this all what will happen between us? Making out and no talking. Jason broke the kiss and looked at me. "Something wrong?" I shook my head and sighed. "It's just, I just don't want this to be the only thing we do." Jason smirked and I realized what he thought for what I said. "Not sex you perv." I said slapping him in the arm. "I mean I want to communicate too. And hang out. And not only make out in my room at like three o'clock in the morning or in your car at seven. Jason rolled his eyes. "I told you-" "I know I know. That you don't want me getting hurt." I mimicked a guys voice. "Well if you know why can't you seem to get that off your mind." "Because I don't want to do some secretive relationship where I can't even say hi to you in public." "You can say. We just can't be affectionate." "Yeah well that's not enough." I said stepping out of the car.

In hurt. That's all there is to say. I'm hurt that he doesn't think I can fight my own freaking battles. I'm hurt that I can't be affectionate to a guy who I like and who likes me back too. I'm just hurt. I shook my head walking into the school. He didn't even chase after me. I rolled my eyes at myself. Course he wouldn't, that's called showing compassion for someone. And someone like me he doesn't want to. I rolled my eyes at the early birds at school who are couples holding hands and kissing. Assholes. I'm sure they know what happened to me right now so they want to rub it in my face. Yeah that is it. That stupid cute ginger couple wants to rub their love in my face because they both can kiss in public and he won't be worried that she'll get harassed when she can, might I say, stick up for herself.

I went to the bathroom. "Look at yourself. You're talking about another couple with your couple." I said looking in the mirror. I chuckled, "And you're talking to yourself." I laughed once again drying my hands and exiting the bathroom.

Why can't Jason just be my boyfriend and not care. Not care about the bullshit people will give him and I. I sure won't, and do not at the moment. Heck I haven't cared since the beginning of freshman year! I blew a breath out and opened my locker. I slid my face in and just breathed in the disgusting stench of this locker. "What are you doing?" I jumped at the voice of Marie. "Jesus you scared the shit out of me." I said slapping her in the arm. She shoved me back and giggled. "So what's been up?" "Anything going on with lover boy?" She said wiggling her eyebrows. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"It's complicated."