The Secret

Chapter 17: Summer Nights

Detention on the last day of school isn't that bad. Sure your still stuck at school with a teacher you hate with nothing to do while dreaming about other ways your summer could of started. Now that I think about it, it would suck, but not for me. Even though I'm stuck with mr Drumbix, in the classroom that sucks, on the complete opposite side of the room from Jason, where when we look at each other and laugh or smile we get yelled at resulting in more time in detention, actually it does suck. I'm in the same room with Jason. That's a plus. I look up at the time and there's still an hour and a half to go. I start fiddling with my hands. Ive never been patient. I'm someone who would rather get things done and if I have to wait, have something to do.
"Okay I've had enough of you two today. Get out of my classroom," mr Drumbix complains. I don't argue and get up. Jason follows and as soon as we get out the door, grabs my hand and pulls me through the stairwell. He doesn't let go until we get to the park. A huge smile appears across my face as he lays down a blanket. I didn't even realize we stopped at his locker. At least I'm pretty sure he didn't have a blanket in detention.
Maybe he's magic, I laugh to myself. He pulls me down onto the blanket and we just lie there. I hear his heart beating and feel his every breath due to using his chest as my pillow. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and we just talk for hours.
"Jason, can I ask you something?" I ask kinda regretting it.
"Sure of course!"
"Remember over there on that bench, what happened?"
He sits up trying not to look at me, "of course I do."
"What did that mean to you? What does that mean about us?"
"It meant, um, to me it meant, um, everything in a way, um, and um, we're friends right?"
"Um ya I guess technically. But is that what you want us to be?" I ask.
"Yes of course. I love you as my friend, um I mean, you are an amazing friendship and um, shit um, you and I are friends..." he stammers. Great that confuses me even more. I knew I shouldn't of asked. It is nice to know though. To know what he thinks of us. I don't get it though. One minute he's all romantic and it's like he loves me more that a friend then there's those times where he treats me just as a friend. And now he says he only sees me as a friend? What was that kiss then? Why does he always act like we're more?
"I'm sorry," I say feeling bad for putting him on the spot like that.
He looks at me, "don't be. I confused you with that kiss and myself too. I shouldn't of done it and I'm sorry."
Well hearing his say that feels worse. I let myself fall for him, trust him, and I embarrassed myself with my feelings for him. I should have not said a thing.