Chapter Five

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It has been about three weeks since Mike has made me start questioning my true feelings. Jayson and I have been getting a lot closer because of this tutoring gig Mrs. Prescott gave him. The Layla and Jayson thing has also been going on for quite a while and I still hate it, I felt jealous even though I know I wasn't really Jayson, but the way she talked to him made me so mad.

"And how do you use Dalton's Law, Sky?" Jayson asked, looking me right in the eyes, as August sighed and walked over to us grabbing the book from the table and shutting it.

"So you mean to tell us this is all you do?" August and Indianna seemed disappointed in us, what were they expecting? Us to have sex? I think we talked more about ourselves when we were alone so it was less awkward, but with them here it felt like our every move was being watched.

"Augie just leave them alone, Jayson has to tutor her too." Indianna pulled August back onto the couch making Jayson laugh. God, I could listen to Jayson forever.

I didn't know how I truly felt about Jayson, maybe I only liked him because I was listening to what Mike said. I didn't like a lot of guys before, so feelings like this were completely foreign to me. Maybe it was all just in my head, God, I hope it was.

"No worries guys we were just finishing up anyways." Jayson stood up gathering his books and papers together to put them in his backpack.

I was kind of annoyed that Indianna and August came along, I get that they are Jayson's friends and they are sort of mine too but I liked my alone time with Jayson. We always shared more about our personal lives and we never really did study like Mrs. Prescott told us to. Plus, while we were studying we had to listen to them flirt in the background, they were very cute together, but part of me was jealous that they were in such a happy relationship.

Was it wrong to be jealous of a happy relationship?

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"Skylar be honest, how do you feel about Jayson?" Riley asked as we waited for everyone else to get back to the lunch table.

"What do you mean? He's a great guy, definitely one of my best friends." Riley smiled, but squinted her eyes afterwards, as if she was looking into my soul.

"There's more to it, isn't there?"

There really was. As time progressed and the whole thing with me pretending to be Jayson with Layla went on I slowly started to realize how much I really liked him. Maybe it was the way how nothing seemed to matter when I was with him or how he never fails to make me smile as he tells me stories or maybe it's the way how he actually listens to everything I have to say.

It could be the way how he always says the right thing at the right moment as if we were living inside some High School Musical cliche. He could tell me the same childhood story forever and I wouldn't get tired of it because I loved listening to him talk and laugh at anything stupid he used to do.

I could never get tired of seeing his smile whenever I shared something personal or if he was proud of me for understanding what he was teaching me. If he was anyone else these little things wouldn't matter to me, but with him all of the little things just stick out to me.

Everyone always talks about love at first sight, but when you first start talking to someone you always know if there is a click or not. It's how we decipher between people who could be our friends and people who are the polar opposite of us. Love at first sight is going off of looks before you're even able to judge the person's character and that's the worst way to fall in love. I may not believe in love at first sight, but I believe in that click.

"Maybe there is, I just don't want to get myself hurt again." I gave Riley a weak smile as Indianna came over to the table waving to us.

"Hey ladies, what have I missed?" Indianna beamed, she sat next to Riley since Jaysons bag was in the seat next to me.

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⏰ Last updated: May 28, 2018 ⏰

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