Love Happens (Stopped)

Twenty- Four - A poor attempt to look decent

Jennifer:

I chose the ice cream parlor instead of the pizza place. I thought that ice cream would provide a lighter atmosphere, which I was desperately in need of, plus I didn't want a repeat  of the incident where some girl comes and shoves her tongue down Jason's throat.

Although Lord knows that if something like that were to happen again this time I would definitely punch a hoe. Nobody kisses my... 

Well, we weren't exactly a couple yet even though I knew that's what everyone at school thought. And that's exactly what anyone else would have thought if they saw us now. 

We were in Jason's car on our way to the ice cream parlor. His eyes were locked on the road but he held the wheel with only one hand. The other hand was interlinked with mine, resting on my thigh. It felt warm. 

The silence between us was sort of awkward though because we both had questions for each other, I wasn't sure whether to be bring them up now or a little later. 

The decision was made for me when just then, Jason pulled the car into the parking lot.

I ordered a small cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream while Jason went with the strawberry ice cream. 

"Mint chocolate chip is the best anyone will ever have," I said.

"This is the pizza debate all over again," he said, making me chuckle. 

I noticed he seemed a little distant, as if something was troubling him but he didn't know how to bring it up. We sat down at a table in the corner of the room and licked our desserts in silence before Jason's voice finally cut through. 

"What happened with you and Asha, things seemed pretty tense back there," he said.

I wasn't sure that I was quite ready to be discussing the whole Trevor thing with Jason since we were still in such a fragile place. But he asked, and there was really no point in hiding this from him. 

"When Asha heard you and I kissed, she thought I was cheating on her brother. Trevor," I searched the blue seas of his eyes for a reaction, but he only seemed more confused. 

"Trevor was the reason I was out crying by the gazebo that day at the party. It seems Zara had told her we were still an item or something and when she heard about you and me, well, she kinda blew up," I finished. 

"Oh," Jason absently licked at his ice cream . "Did you really like him?" 

His question caught me off guard. I knew I liked getting attention from a hot, older guy. An athlete no less. But as much as I tried to deny it in the first few hours I'd met him, the attraction was purely physical. It was nothing compared to the feelings I had for Jason and the butterflies that flooded me the first time we kissed. 

Still, he clearly needed reassurance. 

I reached out to touch his free hand and gently stroked it with my thumb. 

"I don't. He means nothing to me," I said, giving him a small smile. 

"Good." 

He seemed satisfied with my answer but his eyes widened like he had thought of something else.

"Wait, who's hotter? Me or him?" he raised one eyebrow at me. 

I pretended to think for a while, earning myself an eye roll from him.

"It's you. It's always been you." 

He kissed my hand. 

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Afterwards, he drove me home. We were currently standing in my driveway, neither one of us wanting to let go of the other. 

"You know, you could just let me into the house," he said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk plastered on his face. 

"I could, but my parents will be home any minute now." 

"Well then, let's make the most of this."

His lips crashed onto mine, the feeling more intense than before. I found myself leaning into him, digging my hands into his hair whilst his roamed all over my back and waist. 

I didn't want the moment to end which is why I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a loud car horn blaring. 

I quickly tore myself away from Jason and there, behind Jason's car was my father's.

"Oh shit," Jason mumbled. 

He ran his hands over his hair in a poor attempt to look decent. I adjusted my t-shirt which I was sure had bunched up in all the wrong places. 

I watched in horror as my father stepped out of the car, adjusting his glasses almost as if he was hoping his eyes were deceiving him. 

"Dad!" I yelped and launched him into a hug. But he didn't hug back. He just pushed me aside. 

"So, are you the infamous Jason I've heard so much about?" my father asked. He eyed Jason from head to toe then gave his car a sideways glance.

"Well I wouldn't say infamous dad."

"Let the boy speak for himself," he snarled.

"Uh, yes, I'm Jason. It's-- It's nice to meet you sir," Jason put out his hand before my father took it and shook it. 

As much as I knew I was probably going to be in serious trouble after this, I couldn't help but giggle a little. Jason was visibly shaking. The cool, collected Jason Myers was shaking. I never knew how much I needed to see that until now. 

"It's nice to meet you too son, although I wish it was under better circumstances." Dad turned to me. "What have I told you about making out with boys in my driveway?"

His face was stern and I could see Jason widen his eyes from behind Dad. Oh fudge, he thinks this has happened before. 

"I, uh, nothing Dad," I stammered. I could feel my face slowly turn red. 

"Well, no kissing boys in my driveway. Or anywhere," he said, the stern expression never fading from his face. 

"Got it," I said. It was hard keeping a serious face when Jason shot me a wink. 

"I think I should go," Jason said. 

"Very well. Let me just move my car." Dad stalked towards his vehicle but then stopped midway and turned around. "Thank you for driving my daughter home. Be good to her," I swore I saw a small smile tugging at his lips. 

"No problem sir and I will." Jason smiled at my father, then at me. 

He said his goodbyes and then left, possibly taking a piece of my happiness with him. 

Is it insane to be feeling that way about someone after only one day? I didn't care. 

A/N: Super short, filler chapter. But still necessary? I don't know

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