Put Time In Reverse

Chapter 7 - Too early for this

A/n

This chapter has alternating  POVs. Sorry it was necessary to the plot... and trust me when I say, writing the first POV was a pain, but I hope it isn't that much of a pain to read it. Please bear with me.

(Jason Parker)

My hand lingered down her back and unto her waist, and I felt her lean into my touch.

We walked out of Calculus, free from Mr. Shithead. And yes, I know his name, I just don't really care what it is. Its way more fun to call him that anyways.

"So," Kalacey, the hot blonde who manages to arouse anyone, said, "are we still on for later?"

"Sure, why not?" I said as I tugged her body closer to me, but she squealed a little as she moved her head away slightly and pat her hair down.

I guess I happened to raffle it a little. These chicks and their hair...

"When are you picking me up?" She looked up at me, biting her juicy bottom lip. Damn.

As I walked her to her locker, I said, "Six-thirty." We were gonna study at my place.

I was looking forward to it.

Kalacey smiled, and started twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger, saying, "I guess I'll see you later. Bye!" She walked off, and I couldn't help myself but to admire her walking figure. That's a nice skirt she's wearing.

No wonder people run after this babe, just one look at that...

My thoughts were interrupted by what I saw infront of me, Celeste was walking out of Chemistry class with... who is he? Some new kid I presume. They were cheesing a little too much for my liking. Is this f-boy flirting with her? And she's totally into it.

No. I'm so much better than him, so she can't be flirting with him over me.

The f-boy turned and walked away from her and into my direction, while she started walking off in the opposite direction.

When he was close enough, I yelled out to him, "Hey, f*ck boy!"

I expected him to swing his head around in fear, but instead he didn't even turn his head and walked right past me.

I reached my hand out and tapped his arm, and that's when he paid attention to me. I looked him up and down, wondering why Celeste is wasting her time with this. My jawline is way better.

"I was talking to you, f*ck boy." I said.

"You were? Sorry. Also, my title isn't 'f*ck boy', it's Matt for your information." Well isn't he cocky.

"Well I was just saying, f*ck boy,  what do you think you were you doing with Celeste?" I asked.

"Uh... talking?" Well duh, I knew that. I'm not dumb.

"I know that, f*ck boy, but what about?"

He looked impatient and folded his arms, "I would like you to stop referring to me as 'f*ck boy', and why does my conversation with Celeste concern you so much?" He asked nonchalantly.

"One, I can call you whatever the f*ck I want-"

"Why?"

"Because I can, f*ck boy. And two,  do yourself a favour and stay away from Celeste."

"What makes you think that's a favor, and that that you have any authority over me to tell me what to do?" He shrugged. "What is Celeste to you? Its not like I'm doing anything wrong."