The Untold (ON HOLD)

Chapter eleven: Jack Dawson didn't deserve to die.

Chapter eleven

It's been a few weeks, and Jason has not once left my side. We would eat lunch together and he would come over to mine very often after school.

It didn't feel weird. Quite the opposite actually, it felt natural. We decided to ignore James for now, we didn't want to give him the satisfaction he needed.

I never understood why he was so evil inside, I always asked myself what happened to him for him to turn out the way he is today.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. Jason and I were currently sprawled out on my bed, in quite an interesting position might I add.

I was laying horizontally across my bed with my legs up against the wall. His head was resting on my stomach while his legs dangled off the bed.

We have become so close over the past few weeks, learning something new about him everyday I was with him.

His favorite color is orange.

He always cries when watching The Titanic. When I called him a crybaby over it, he simply replied with "Jack Dawson didn't deserve to die."

He claimed to love cooking. But cooking isn't for everyone. When he offered to make dinner one night, I thought I'd give his food a shot. I ended up eating the worst pasta of my life. When he asked if I liked it, I pushed myself to swallow down a bite while making a 'mmmm' sound while nodding. I didn't have the heart to tell him the dish sucked. I appreciate the effort though.

The boy could not wink to save his life. Whenever he tried to, he would just close both eyes simultaneously. Which I, I can't lie, found so cute.

He carried his turtle stuffed animal everywhere he went up until he was twelve.

Was it creepy that I knew so many useless details about him? But then again, he knows equally as much about me.

His small habits and tics started to grow on me, as I started to scrunch my nose up more often just like he did whenever he was confused, and bite my nail whenever I would be too focused.

We weren't anything yet. We decided to take it slow. "As slow as you need us to be." In his words.

"Hey Sasha? Random question; what do you wanna be when you grow up?" He asked getting up from his position and steadying himself with his elbows to face me.

I hated that question. Along with: "What university do you plan on going to?" Or "What are you going to major in?" Or, the best one yet, "Do you plan on getting married? How many kids to want?"

I had no clue what my future looked like. I didn't know what I wanted to be in the future.

"I don't know, haven't thought about it much. What about you?" I said redirecting his question.

"I like music." Is all he said.

"So you're planning on doing something music related?" I asked as I sat in front of him, legs crossed.

He shook his head inhaling sharply. "I can't. My father would never approve. He wants me to pursue a career in football. It's fucked up because that was his dream, and he never got to make it come true." He shrugged.

"But don't you like football? I mean you're the best player on the team."

He simply shook his head 'no'.

I put my hand over his, which took him by surprise.

"If it makes you feel better, I think you're really talented in both fields. A music genius and a football star, what could a woman want more." I fell back sighing dramatically, trying to lighten up the mood.

He chuckled and gave my hand a light squeeze. "What are you good at Sasha?"

Truth be told, I'm not particularly talented in any way, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

"Mmmm, I can eat a lot... talking of food, a burger would be nice right now!"

"Yeah, I can cook! We just have to get the ingre-"

"How about we just order from Burger King hm?" I offered, getting flashbacks of the horrible pasta I had the other night.

"We could do that, but I wanna get out of the house, let's just eat there, please?" He pleaded with puppy eyes, and I chuckled,
getting up to get dressed.

***

Daniel Edwards

"Daniel! Get ready in about ten minutes. Julia is coming over tonight, last minute plan!" I heard my dad screaming from upstairs. "Oh! And her son insisted to come along, he claimed that you two were good friends." My dad finally appeared at my bedroom door.

Yeah, good friends. If "hey loser!", meant "hey dude", and a punch to the face was a hug, then yeah we were good friends. The best of friends even.

I never told my dad about James. Especially not after he was so excited that he was going to marry his mother. Julia Black.

In fact, I never told anyone. But everyone at school knew. Except Loren. Gosh she can never know. Since she's new to the school, she doesn't know about my history with James. And I sure wasn't going to tell her after James' threats.

Apparently, Loren and James were "friends". She liked him a lot. Maybe even more than a friend. Hell if I know. And he seems nice enough to her, but once she turns her back, he's back to his old self. Two faced bitch.

I remember that day when he made a big deal about it.

The day Sasha confronted him, the day I thought Loren was going to finally find out who he truly is, but somehow, James managed to get all the video evidence of the scene deleted from all phones. Of course he would do that, of course he could, he's the most popular guy at school, he has his ways.

I scoffed and got up. "Yeah, we're friends. Are they staying for long though?"

"Unfortunately, no. Julia is a pretty busy woman, with child at home." He said a bit disappointed.

A wave of relief washed over me at the news.

An hour with James couldn't be too bad.

***

Sasha Lewis

I sipped on my drink as I looked over to Jason, who was sitting across from me.

We chose an isolated booth to eat in, my choice. I don't really like being around people, well strangers, it gave me anxiety for some reason. But I was comfortable with Jason and I was thankful for that. Thanks for sparing me, bitch. I thought, talking to my anxiety. God did I hate her.

"Hey isn't that the new girl? Loren...was that her name?" I heard him say, pulling me out of my trance.

I looked in the direction he was looking in, and there she was. The new girl indeed.

I didn't like her. From the moment she said James was not a Jerk, I knew that she was not the type of person I wanted to hang out with.

Was she that blind? I wanted to tell her. But I didn't, out of respect for Daniel. Still the thought lingered in my mind.

"Woah...What happened to her arms?" Jason pointed out, almost wincing.

Black bruises ran up and down her skinny arms. I didn't know what they could be from, there were so many. But she had her sleeves rolled up, and once she noticed that, she immediately pulled them down and looked around her. It seemed as if she wanted it to stay a secret.

The weather was so hot though. Why was she wearing long sleeves?

She finally got her food, and fled through the doors. Not before we made eye contact, that is. She gave me a small tight smile and redirecting her gaze to the floor and walking away.

Something wasn't right. And I had this feeling that she didn't want anyone to know about those scars.

"I don't know Jason..." I breathed out, still following her with my eyes through the glass windows.

***
A/N: this chapter took me 4 hours to write wtf