JASON
As a sigh escapes my lips, I lift my head up from my desk and see Ezra looking down at me. My eyes scan the classroom to see everyone has already left. Great, I must have fallen asleep.
With a slight shake of my head, I apologize.
"I'm sorry, Fitz. I just can't stay awake I guess."
"It's fine. Are you okay, Y/N?"
Deciding to spare him the tragic story that is my life, I just lie. I've become skilled at lying— at manipulating the people I care about. But it's all in their best interest.
"I'm okay. Just tired. Family issues."
He believes me and I quickly make my way to my locker to gather my things and leave. The whole day my mind has been on Jason. A has been more brutal— more extreme. The girls and I have been staying to late to try and decipher what exactly A knows and what they are trying to do.
I've been trying to keep Jason safe but that means keeping things from him. Lying and sneaking around are all in part of keeping him safe from A and all that comes with being apart of this world.
I walk up the steps of my front porch and into my house where I see Spencer and Jason sitting in the living room; worried expressions painted on their faces. Letting my backpack slip off my shoulder, I walk further into the room.
"What's going on?" I question slowly.
Jason stands up and walks towards me, his eyes practically burning into mine. I already feel guilty. I already guilty thinking about all of the things I'm keeping from him. I'm so far into things that I don't know where to begin.
"Ezra called me. Said you fell asleep for the third time this week." Spencer interrupts. I look past Jason and send her a look of warning. Knowing her, she'd rather me tell Jason all of the things I'm keeping from him than continue on like this.
"I'm fine, Jason. Alright? Don't worry about me." I assure him while walking past him but he quickly takes a hold of my arm, preventing me from leaving the room. I turn around to face him and Spencer.
"What do you want me to say?"
"You can tell him, Y/N. He'll be okay. But he needs to know. Everything."
After slight hesitation, I take Jason's hand in mine and lead him upstairs to my room, anxiety building up in my stomach with every step.
I sit on the bed, Jason across from me and begin telling him everything. I start from the beginning and allow every detail to spill from my mind. I explain why I've been so tired— so closed off.
"Why didn't you tell me?" His voice sounds smaller and more reserved.
"I wanted to keep you safe. If I told you everything I knew, you'd be hurt or killed. I couldn't take that risk. I'm sorry. I wish I could have told you."
He moves forward and embraces me in a tight but much needed hug. Tears form in my eyes and I grip onto his shirt as if my life depended on it. And in its own way, it does.
"I'm so tired." I sob. "Jason, I'm so tired."
His hand moves to the back of my head and gently rocks back and forth. Tears continue streaming down my cheeks and land on Jason's shirt.
I'm not sure how I'll get through this— get through life in Rosewood, but at least I have Jason. Though this town is full of sick and deranged people who want to hurt me, he is here. And he loves me.
"Shh. You're okay." he whispers while pulling away and wiping my face free of tears. Each of his hands cups either side of my face as he looks directly at me. "You will get through this. We will get through this."
