September 28th

8. First loves

**Stephy**

"Jason"

"Are you okay? Why are you sitting outside?" His forehead creased up the way it always did when he got worried.

"I'm fine. I was just looking for Svante. He got angry and then ran off. I don't even know where to start looking for him" I looked around, out to the open road but still no sign of him.

"Svante De La Vaiga, well what's new. Don't worry yourself about it. He will come back"

"How are you so sure that he will?"

"He left you here. He wouldn't just abandon you here he came with you so he will come back to fetch you. He probably just needs to cool off, let out some steam. I saw the murderous look on his face when his mother called him on stage." He noticed the curious look on my face.

"Svante is a friend of mine, sort of"

"Sort of?" I asked.

"Yea.." he scratched the back of his head, "It's kind of a long story but trust me he will be back for you. And you should probably go back inside it's getting chilly out here."

He was right it was getting chilly but the thought of going back into that stuffy  place with the boss lady on my back told me I would rather deal with the cold.

"You don't seem too keen on going back" I shook my head. "Give me a second" he went inside and spoke to the guard then jogged back out.

"Wanna go for a walk?"

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The night air was pretty chilly, with my back exposed I could feel my skin tingle a little and before my body got the chance to even shiver Jason had placed his blazer on me.

I smiled gently at him and adjusted the blazer so it covered me properly. He still smells delicious I mentally smacked myself for the thought, the guy was now a married man. Even if he got married to that witch he was still taken. The reminder of their marriage brought a dark cloud to my mood. I had no right to feel hurt or upset. I had gotten over their betrayal years ago, but I just couldn't help the feeling.

"You frowning"

I turned to look at him and not completely registering what he had just said, "what?" He slightly dipped his head to the side and gave me a goofy smile. I burst out laughing and smacked him a bit. "At least that still works" he smiled softly. He used that trick on me every time I was mad at him. It was impossible not to laugh, his goofy smile, the way his hair would flop in his face and the dimple that popped out made it impossible to stay mad at him for anything.

"So what got you thinking so hard. It's still not about Svante is it?" I shook my head

"No just thinking that's all" I turned to look at him and smiled. "I haven't seen you in like what three, four years? I'd at least expect you to have changed, grow a mustache."

He laughed, "What, like the old and grey Mr. Carter?"

"No like your neighbour Mr. Stein." He doubled over "remember him?"

He stopped walking and held on to his stomach nodding as he remembered the old man who made our lives hell when we were younger. He was truly the worst old man I'd ever met. He had probably made it his life's mission to get us into trouble, but I guess he did have good reasons to. We did tons of bad stuff to him.

Like that one time Jason creeped into his house to steal his wig. Mr Stein was a rich and single man. He would always dress up and go out of town to trick young ladies into bed and on that specific day we found out that he had a date so we made sure to help him get ready. In his father's lab Jason had concocted a really nasty smelling 'perfume' which I put in place of his cologne. Jason sprinkled itchy powder all over his clothes and put glue in his wig, Mr Stein, though still in his good age at that time, was bold. The results were, for lack of better words, marvellous. His screams could be heard all the way through our neighbourhood as he chased us around, knowing immediately that it was us who did that to him.