Life's Fear

Chapter Thirteen

His rouge lips were parted somewhat and he was breathing softly, his hair completely tousled.

For a moment before I'd opened my eyes, I wondered where I was. Had I been kidnapped? was my primary thought. Then I wondered how I'd get in contact with my family or Max... but then realisation dawned on me and I abruptly remembered where I was which caused me to open my eyes at once, only to have Jason's face be the first thing I see in the morning.

It relaxed me partially to know I hadn't been kidnapped considering Jason had kindly let me stay in his house once we'd realised I'd been locked out of mine. But I needed to get home as soon as possible, and a moment longer spent in Jason's house was a moment wasted in which I could be dangerously close to being found out I wasn't present in my room.

Jason looked so tranquil just lying there. One arm was draped over his stomach as he was on his back (head turned to me), but the one closest to me, I'd only just realised as my senses were all coming back to me now, his fingers were touching my side – as I was almost lying on my front. It felt odd as I leaned up to glance at the alarm clock and his fingers fell from my body.

And it wasn't exactly morning considering Jason's alarm clock said 12:39PM. And I gasped loudly, jumping off the bed instantly.

"Shit, Blair," Jason muttered, having been woken up by my erratic movements, running his hand back through his hair only to mess it up further before rubbing his eyes. His hair had flopped in every single direction. And I had to concur with the saying about how guy's voices always sound so much better first thing after they've woken up, though I would have completely disagreed had someone asked me about that fact with Jason, on the other hand. Even if it was true.

That was not something I desired to declare to anyone, including Max.

"What's going on?" he asked in the same sleepy yet rather attractive tone he had just used.

Having clambered over Jason to get off the bed, who had now turned around to see the time on the clock – we'd just wasted another two minutes apparently – he joined me off the bed in one swift motion. "You should probably go," he said, casting another glance to the alarm clock. Another minute had passed by. "Shit," he muttered again.

I had a feeling he wasn't just saying I should go because of the trouble and future ramifications of being found out about having stayed out in the night, but there was something else under the line he wasn't telling me. Was it about his mum? I don't think she came back at all, but was she due back home any minute now?

"Yeah," I said, not wanting to squander away any more time just loitering in Jason's room. An additional minute had swept on by and now it was 12:43PM. I wouldn't get back home until at least one in the afternoon, and that was if I paced myself.

Jason trotted down the stairs and I followed. He ran a hand through his hair as he opened the door for me and said, "I'll see you at school tomorrow," and that was that.

I was more than forced out of the door though not by any physical contact. Jason was slowly beginning to shut the door and the timer was ticking down for me to exit. I rushed through the ever-closing gap and made it outside just in time for the door to slam shut. A moment later Jason was locking the door and I heard it click, much like my camera. It took me a moment before I set off at a jog back to my house.

The door, mercifully, was unlocked. Dad's car had disappeared, but he may have just gone shopping or to run an errand or pick/take a sibling somewhere. Mum was humming to herself with music on in the kitchen but no one else was viewable. The TV was on, but at a quiet level. It made me wonder if it was Kendall watching it. She never liked watching the TV loudly. She was the only one in our family who was like that.