The Connection

ch. 3

----Thomas's POV

She just kissed me. Like my wishes had come true, and then she said a name, an odd name yet I feel like I've heard it before. 'Jason'

After she said it she must've passed out because of the drink but I needed her to be awake.

"Hey, Hey!" I say shaking her shoulders to try and wake her. But nothing.

I decided to shrug it off, but I know I couldn't stop thinking about it all night. I barely got any sleep that night.

I was lying wide awake in my bed, thinking about what just happened. Then I remember that name Jason. It was a conversation that Dylan and I had when he was telling me about her for the first time. He said almost all good things.

FLASHBACK

Dylan and I are driving in a car, his car, heading nowhere.

"Let's start by talking about her. She is perfect and I love her! Which is why I am inviting her to stay in my house since her house is on the market and she is in search," Dylan says.

"If you love her so much, then why don't you date her!" I say.

"In my dreams. She's dating this guy already, his name is Jason," Dylan admits.

I vaguely remember us talking but Jason is all that really sticks. Like glue, sticky and uncomfortable.

I am snapped out of my thoughts when I hear some yelling and screaming. I jump out of bed, making it easy since I was already awake.

"NO! STOP JASON!" I hear, then the voice turns quiet but breathing heavy, "Thomas?!" It says.

I open the door to see her. She is tangled in bed sheets and some of her hair is sticking to her face with sweat, she is very scared and when she sees me she jumps back.

"S-stay away!" she orders.

Then I turn on a light and she sheilds her eyes.

"It's alright, I won't hurt you," I say to her.

When she removes her hand from covering her eyes she sees that it's me and her eyes instantly change from anger and fear to sadness.

She jumps out of bed and lunges into my arms. She hugs me tightly and whispers in my ear.

"I'm sorry for everything," she whispers. And then falls back into the bed.

"But, Thomas, I can see it in your eyes. Your mad at me," she accuses.

"What?" I say.

"Oh come on Thomas, please tell me what I did!" she begs.

"Uh," I pause, then walk over to the bed and sit down next to her.

"You, you kissed me. You kissed me and..." I say but she looks at me in disbelief.

"I did not! There is no way! I wouldn't have kissed someone just..."

"Well you did. And after that, you called me... you called me Jason,"

Then her countenance changes, she looks like she believes now. Tears start to form in her eyes.

"I'm sorry! I- I -I shouldn't have! I'm just a bloody idiot! I'm deeply sorry! I must'ave really been a jerk..." she cries.

I put my arm around her and comfort her, "Everybody makes mistakes. I forgive you, alright? Maybe if you talk about it you'll feel better. Who's Jason?" I ask.

She looks into my eyes, "Jason is my..." then she stopped and looked at the floor. I lift up her chin and look deeply in her eyes, "You can tell me," I say.

"Jason was my first love,"