YOU CAN'T PICK WHO YOU LOVE

Chapter Five

Jason's POV:

I slid into my expensive, black car and turned on the radio. It lasted for about thirty seconds when it was replaced with a ringing noise, and it took me a second to realize that it was the phone that was hooked up to the car itself. I had only had the car for about a week, so I wasn't all that used to it. It took me a minute to find the button needed to answer the call, but eventaully I did. KAYLA read on the screen and I smiled slightly. It showed a picture of the two of us in a photo booth, and she was sticking her tonuge out while I kissed her. "Hey," I said, feeling like I was talking to myself without the luxury of having a phone pressed against my ear.

"Hey," her smooth voice said through the phone, "What are you up to?"

"Just driving back from football practice," I said, waiting. Whenever Kayla said "what are you up to" she either wanted something or needed my help. If she just wanted to hang out it was, "Come over or Can you go out?" So I was just waiting for her to get the point.

"That's cool." She paused, "So I was thinking...we should go over to Jessica's and Brandon's and let Brandon know about the Summer Bash, don't ya think?"

I laughed under my breath. Did I not just call that? "Won't Jessica be there?" I asked, raising my eyesbrows to nobody but the car.

"No. Well, possibly. I know for a fact that Louis will be over there and knowing them they probablly went out for DQ because they're obsessed with it and they have this weird tradition thing to get it on Fridays. So whatda say?" I always found it hard to say no to people. Especially Kayla. I would just visioned her big, brown eyes in my mind and it just made it impossible.

"Okay, I'm on my way to pick you up."

"Yes! Thank you," she said and hung up the phone. I switched routes and drove to Kayla's house instead of my own. I didn't need a GPS or anything to get there, I knew the path by heart from countless of times picking her up for dates. She was sitting on her steps, head in her hands and waiting. She had changed out of her skirt and top into shorts and a white blouse and I grinned because frankly, I thought she looked better dressed like that anyways. She was still in her boots and her hair had returned with a bit of a wave that I had grown to love.

She smiled and walked up to the car, opening the door and sliding in. She sighed, "I cannot get over the fact that your dad bought you this."

"Me either," I said and pressed the gas pedal. "How do we get there?"

"Make a left here," she said and I did so. She turned to me, "How was football?"

I bit my lip. How was football? That was a question that had been replaying in my head for a while now. How WAS football? I was the best on the team...but was I the best of the best? Personally, I had my doubts.

"Alright," I said, "Coach is still pressuring me harder than the other guys. With the championship game being on Sunday and everything..."

Kayla raised her eyebrows, "Not to mention that you have a scout coming. That's a big deal."

I nodded, "I know, I know. I'm just...not sure that I'll be able to make it." I wasn't sure that I'd be able to handle it without freaking out.

She grinned, the left corner of her mouth coming up like it always did. I freaking loved that smile. "Jason. You are THE Jason Drill. How could you not impress them? They'll love you."

Hearing her say it made me think so. "Just cuz you love me doesn't mean everyone else in the world does."

"Nah, I think it does," she said, smirking that smirk, and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "This is it," she said and I pulled into the house. Kayla hopped out of the door and I followed her. "He betta be home," she murmmered.