Lyndsey's POV:
I said goodbye to my mom and walked out of the house. I made my way to the school when I passed by a familiar house. I hid behind a tree and watched as Jason (pic on side) came out of it. His hair was shaggy as always. He wore his football jersey with jeans. Deen came out behind him. And they started walking. I watched as they past me.
"What are you doing?" a girl's voice asked.
I stood up and whipped around. I sighed when I saw it was Taylen smiling at me, "You gave me a heart attack!"
She giggled, "So what are you doing?"
I started walking, "Walking to school what else?"
"You sure?" she said walking with me, "Because it looks like you were spying on Jason." she smiled.
I stopped and looked at her, "Well what about you? Your house isn't anywhere near here. So what are you doing?"
"Walking with Deen and Jason. Every Friday I walk to and from school with them."
I looked to the ground, "Oh."
Taylen grabbed my arm, "Come on we need to catch up." I gave her a confused look but she ran ahead holding my arm, forcing me with her. We caught up with Jason and Deen. Deen smiled when he saw us, Jason never even looked.
"Hey beautiful." he said giving Taylen a kiss on the cheek. It was always like this. Deen and Taylen, Daylen. Than there was Jason and me. The leftovers.
"Hey" Taylen smiled. We all started walking. She pointed to Jason, "What's up with him?"
Deen shrugged, "Don't know." Jason looked to Deen. "Uhh... Taylen? Let's race."
"But..." she started to protest but Jason shot her a look and she nodded, "Ready set go!" Deen and Taylen shot ahead leaving Jason and I.... again.
I looked to Jason, "What was that about?"
"What do you mean." Jason looked to the ground refusing to look at me.
I stopped and glared at him, "I mean all the looks and the acting weird! They ran ahead! It seemed like you guys were talking in each others minds. You knew exactly what the other one wanted. How?"
Jason shook his head, "I don't know what your talking about." I groaned and started walking again. "Lyndsey!" Jason called after me. I didn't stop. "Lyndsey!" he called again.
I turned around. "What?" i asked angrily.
"Why do you hate me?"
"I don't."
Jason took a step closer to me, "Yes you do."
"Okay! Maybe I do, but why should you care?"
He took another step closer, "Because I do."
I put my hand on my hip, "That's not a real answer."
He smiled but still looked to the ground, "Your still the same."
"Excuse me?"
"Your the same. You hate when I flirt with other girls, you hate it when people answer because, you still spy on me..."
"Woah! For one I don't get mad when you flirt with other girls, I never did. And I don't spy on you."
He looked at me, his smile was more of a smirk, "Yes you do. I saw you spying behind my bush."
I opened my mouth to protest but closed it realizing he was right, "Okay. So I spied on you today. Doesn't mean I always do! And I never did!"
He rolled his eyes, "Whatever. You still get mad when I flirt with other girls."
"No I don't."
Jason walked towards me, "Yes you do. Because your jealous that I do it to other girls and not you."
I frowned, "I do not get jealous, especially over that."
He rolled his eyes again, 'Your in denial."
"No I'm not! I don't get jealous!"
His smirk returned, "You sure?"
"I'm positive! I think I'll know if I get jealous!"
He shook his head and just smiled at me. Staring at me. I groaned and turned around and started walking. We made it just in time to school. I walked into my class as she called my name. I told her I was here and sat down. I couldn't focus much. I kept thinking about how Jason thought I was jealous. When clearly I'm not! Why would I be jealous when he flirts with other girls and not me. Ya I miss it when he flirted with me but I never got.... Oh boy....
