(Continued)
"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but do you two know where Jason is?" My friend, Blake, asked.
"He's in the office with Emy." He nodded.
"Thanks!" He ran out of the gym. What the heck?
-Emy's POV-
"You are literally the dumbest person ever." I laughed at Jason.
"Jason!" Blake yelled as he ran into my mom's office.
"W...What?" Jason asked.
"Um, hey Emy! I'm just going to steal Jason for a second."
"He's all yours." They started 'whispering'.
"It's Parker." Blake said.
"What about him?" I heard Jason whisper.
"He's looking for you." What? Why?
"Oh, God. Tell him... I can't talk."
"Whoa, hold up. What's going on with you and Parker?" I asked, standing up.
"You suck at whispering." Jason said to Blake and crossed his arms.
"Not answering me!" I snapped.
"Parker thinks Jason and him are really good friends."
"He's practically stalking me." Jason said.
"Oh... well, that's weird." I said and Blake left the room. "Okay... what's actually wrong?"
"Sadly, he actually is just following me around."
"Oh." I said as I sighed. My phone started to ring. I heard One Direction's 'They Don't Know About Us', so I knew it was Kevin. "I gotta take this." Jason nodded. I sat down and answered my phone.
"Hey!" I said, quite happily.
"Hey." he said and I heard Trevor in the background.
"Need something?" I asked.
"I was just bored." he said.
"Well, boo." I whined.
"Your sister is here." I got happy for a second.
"Wait... what?!" My sister, Regan was a 23 year old artist. She has a boyfriend. They met in college. They're adorable and disgusting. I hate her, but I love her. I haven't exactly spoken to her recently.
"Yeah, you never mentioned me to her... she whacked me with a frying pan... she needs you to talk to her." I nodded even though he couldn't see me.
"Em?" I heard her voice.
"Hey!" I replied.
"Sorry for using your boyfriend as a whack-a-mole." I laughed.
"Eh, things happen." She laughed. "What's up?"
"Mom wanted me to check on you." Great, a babysitter. "Why are two guys living with you?" Okay, this might look bad...
"They aren't... they needed a place to stay." I said as Jason sat on my mom's desk.
"Um... okay. Well, does mom know?" she asked me.
"No and she doesn't need to. They're going home, uh, tomorrow." I said nervously.
"Oh, well... I wasn't going to kick them out, just as long as none of you are having-"
"Okay! Bye!" I cut her off and hung up.
