Walking down the hallway to PE I felt weird; I don’t know how to explain it, kinda empty. I haven’t seen Jason all day, and the classes we had together he came right as the bell rang and left quickly. I kind of thought he was avoiding me, but why would I care that’s what I told him to do isn’t it? I don’t know why I suddenly wanted him to annoy me so I could push him away.
I feel a hand on me and next thing I know I’m sitting on my butt in the janitor’s closet.
“WHAT THE HELL!”
“Sssh, someone will hear us.” As I feel a hand cover my mouth. He pauses to make sure I wasn’t going to scream again. Once he’s sure he slowly lets go.
“What do you think I was shooting for asshole” I retort.
I light is flipped on and it reveals none other than Jason.
“Jason I thought I told you-“
“I know I know Kathleen just listen to me.”
“Why should I?”
“Kat please,” He pushes me up against the wall. “Please” he whispers quieter.
“Fine.” I agreed reluctantly
He keeps his hands on either side of my shoulders as if he was afraid I’d run away.
“Kathleen, I am so sorry about what happened the first day of school. I saw them beating up on you and it didn’t seem right. I just let my instincts take over, and my instincts told me to stick up for you. Then I saw you pass out and I didn’t know what to do I just took you to the nurses office.”
I tear fell down my cheek as I turned away. His instincts, his instincts were the only reason he stood up for me. “I have to go now.”
“Wait,” he grabs my shoulder. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No I just thought there was more to you than…. Instincts” I spat the word out as I walked out the door.
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I sat through the last few pathetic hours of school without listening. An instinct was the only reason, just instincts. I couldn’t get the image of what his face looked like when I stormed out of there. He looked shocked by what I said and a little sad I think. But why would he care I mean he told me that’s all he wanted.
I got home and I decided to go on a run. Running usually helped me think. I changed into shorts and a tank top, and walked downstairs. I left a note for Christa and headed down the street at a brisk jog. I jog about two hours and it hasn’t cleared up anything yet. What am I going to do. I know nothing about Jason, yet his instincts is what made him stick up for me? That can’t be the only reason, can it? Maybe it is, and I just over thought everything.
I head home so I can take a shower. I let the warm water run down my back as I rub the shampoo into my head. I rinse out my shampoo, and shut off the water. I throw on some sweats and an oversized t-shirt. I take off all of my makeup and decide to let my hair air dry.
I go downstairs to make dinner for Christa and Mick. I look in the cupboards for something to make. All we have is a box of bowtie pasta. I boil the pasta, and grab a tomato and some vinaigrette. I whip up a pasta salad and put it in the fridge until they get home from work. I jump onto my bed and start reading our assignment tonight. I get through four pages before I fall asleep.
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I wake up on the bottom of my bed, I rub my eyes and look at my alarm clock, and it’s only 3:30. “ugh” I put away all of my books and throw on slippers before heading to the bathroom. When I’m done I go back and lay down. After thirty minutes of looking at the ceiling and thinking of Jason I know there is no way I’m going to sleep so I go and take a shower. I know Christa and Mick won’t be up so I take an hour long shower. An hour turns into two and I finally done, and totally refreshed.
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Hateful Love
Teen FictionI've never been very noticed at school, and I liked it that way. I've never cared about how pretty I was, that is, until Jason shows up. Who knew one new kid could turn my life and the status quo upside down. I suddenly find myself wearing more make...
