DIFFERENT [BWWM]✔

Chapter 22

"Pancakes!" I scream as I jog downstairs and take in the smell

"I can see someone is happy for food" Jason says, turning around to look at me with a smile

"Happy? I'm ecstatic" I jump and take a seat on the stool bar as Jason places a mountain of pancakes infront of me

"Please don't make me fall in love with you" I say as I put a fork of pancake in my mouth, moaning I delight.

Ah! This is so good.

A boy who knows how to feed a girl is a keeper.

Not that I'm thinking of keeping Jason or anything.

"That's if you haven't fallen for me already"

"Pssshhh" I scoff "You wish pretty boy"

Jason's look at the mention of that is something I can't decipher, but I don't dwell on it as he brings me a mug of hot sizzling brewed cappuccino and a glass of orange juice.

I kiss his cheek in return.

"I feel bloated" I say as I take a seat in the car, my hand resting on my still very flat stomach

"But you enjoyed every bite of it" he smirks, looking at me

"That I did. Thank you. I loved this weekend. Every bit of it"

I start walking to the front double doors of the school when we arrive and I slip out of the car, but Jason slips his hand into mine and I smile inwardly at the action. As I see the action receiving stares, I throw my hand around his shoulder, he might be tall but so am I.

I know McKenzie is watching, thinking I can't see her but I know she's lingering in the darkness. She doesn't know what's gonna hit her.

"So cupcake, see you at lunch?"

"Sure" I reply, smiling at the pet name for me.

I take my books and walk alone to Trigonometry class, as Jason goes for P.E.

Talking of that, he's a quarterback and my bestfriend so that means I'll have to go and support him and throw a cheer or two for the games he has been able to convince me to go and watch. With my thoughts on hold, I enter the Trig class and sit by a very good friend I've been able to make.

Zion.

"Hey there Kota" he greets

"Hi Zi, how was your weekend"

"Cool, you?"

"Splendid" I reply

Our conversation is held short when Mr. Brownlow steps in

I hail a cab home since I got a ride from Jay this morning and didn't bring my car. He has practice and I don't want to bother him. He took such good care of me this weekend, he has done enough.

"Hey dad" I greet in a cherry voice when I get home and see my dad in the kitchen.

"Hey sweetheart. Hope you had a great weekend?"

Dad doesn't have a problem with me sleeping out because I make sure to tell him everytime I do so.

"Definitely"

"Where is mom?" I ask him

"She's gone out to get groceries with Natalie"

"Okay, heading out too" I say and head upstairs and enter my room. I take a shower and put on some red coloured clothes since that's Jay's team colour. I put on high waist light red jeans, a baggy sweater that I tuck into the jeans, a cream coloured beanie. I match it with red and white vans and a black waist bag. I decide to apply just lip gloss and step out of the door.

Arriving at the school, I make sure to get some snacks before taking a seat. The arrival school, Eisen Howers, get on the field before Weistein High makes an appearance and I see Jason, and boy is he hot? With his well built figure that I can see even from this far, I know he can make a rag look good.

The time starts and the whistle blows, and the players begin the game, none of them ready to let the opponent even have a chance. The game is heated, and before anyone can realise, Eisen Howers is in charge of the ball, heading towards our goal post to make a shot.

Please no.

Jason comes out of nowhere and takes the ball from the other team, tackling and dribbling till his near their post, where he passes it to one of the other boys playing for our school. He runs closer to the goal post and takes the ball back, before making a shot.

Three.

The ball is going.

Two.

Fingers are crossed.

One.

GOAL!

"YES!" I scream, getting up to cheer so loud.

Jason looks up from where he's standing, his eyes meeting mine and blows me a kiss.

I laugh at the action and he chuckles too, but others caught on and now I'm receiving stares.

Bold.