Mr. Bad Boy and I

Chapter Four

Chapter Four:

 It’s been three months, three months ever since that stupid deal. Three month ever since, I saw Jason- the asshole – in his decency. Three months and three weeks since he’s accepted his feelings for me, it’s been three weeks and counting as us being something more and official.

 It’s a Friday, and since all activities I take part in happen after school on Friday, I don’t get to meet Jason that day. He asks at least six times if I’m sure about him leaving, and I force him to go. I may have started developing this tiny crush over him, but I still didn’t like the suffocation.

 “So, what is up with you two?” Lindsey asked me as we picked up our bags from the locker.

 “Um, nothing?” I said unsure.

 “Seems like something to me,” She smirked. “I think you’ve started to like him.”

 I turn around and study her face, she’s grinning. That means she isn’t disappointed and worried. “Lindsey, are you encouraging this?”

 “Jake might not see this, but I do. He really likes you,” she chuckles almost like she found it amusing. “And if you like him, maybe you’ll him be a better person.”

 And with that, she turned around and left. I frowned, this was not happening. I felt warmth inside of me, like someone finally approved. It made me feel better, that maybe liking Jason doesn’t make me desperate but understanding?

*

 When I got home, but mom was cooking so I decided to give her company after showering. Taking a quick shower, I sat in front of her and wondered why she looked so tense. “Mom is everything okay?” I wondered, knowing it probably wasn’t okay.

 “Can we sit down and talk?” She asked.

 That didn’t sound so good, I nodded and sat down at the table and she followed. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

 “Nothing is wrong, I just…. well being your mother I tend to keep my eyes and ears open. You’re dating Jason?”

 That was straight forward asked, “Yeah.” I replied hoping it wasn’t a problem.

 “Okay, as a mother and a principle I’ll have to say its okay. I should be concerned how he’s a troublemaker but to be honest? The day he came with the Mr. Conner problem to me? I knew he liked you, and I didn’t mind.”

 “So then, why are we having a conversation about this?” It didn’t make sense to me.

 “He is trouble, the kind I never thought you’d be involved with. He’s strict with his morals, and when he says no he means no. I shouldn’t be telling you this but you’re my daughter and I care for what you’re getting yourself into… Jason had a tough childhood.”

 “Hah, like I couldn’t figure.”

 “No, Jess. I’m being serious right now. He hasn’t told you yet, has he?”

 “Told me what?” I felt uncomfortable; I thought that Jason had told me everything that was important to him. Was this important?

 “When Jason was young, from age 8-10 he was physically abused by his nanny. His parents never gave him attention, they didn’t stay home and the woman they hired to stay around him wasn’t mentally stable.”

 Suddenly, all I felt was sympathy; I felt how he must have felt dejected and unwanted. And I wanted to go to him, it didn’t make sense why, but I did. I wanted to go to him and ask him if he was okay, if it still haunted him.