Y/N's pov
I sat dumbfolded on the counter for minutes, processing just what happened. It was my fault
tho. I should known better then to try to do someone like Jason. He is hot, handsome, probably have beautiful and hot girls falling like flies over him. Why would he like me? I am ugly, fat, weird ass. I felt something flow in my lower region. Oh no, can't be. I jumped of the counter the counter and examined the towel. Oh shit it was red I am on my period. This is so embarrassing. He would be so disgusted. I fell to the floor and started crying.
Jason's pov
I came up to the bathroom to see a crying y/n. I dont even know why it pissed me off. "Why the fuck are u crying? And why r u on the floor" I demanded angrily. "I.... I'm on my periods and I am not prepared". She looked at me and blushed then looked down. " oh" I said. I nervously scratched thr back of my neck. "Um sorry babygirl, I didnt mean it, hey stop crying ok" I knelt down and engulfed her. "U know what? Get dressed, use a tissue or something i'll rush to the market and get some for u ok?no worries. Its natural. I let go off her and pushed the fallen hair back. She smiled and nodded. I helped her up, since she exagerrated that her stomach fell like someone was stabbing her. I chuckled. Girls and their periods. After settling that down I drove my car to the market. What did she say again?oh yeah "always" pad. I smiled and embraced myself for the embarrassment I would face. The things I do for this girl. I got her pads, ice cream, a big teddy bear, white chocolate, I remember she said she hated dark chocolates.
Y/N's pov
Sitting alone inthe room, I spotted the diary that fell in the school days. That black book, with Jason emgraved on it. After making sure no one is there, I locked the door and start reading.
14 Feb 2009
"Dear diary, to say I have no valentine but how ironic my dad got married to this woman, which is apparently my new mom. I hate her, she is touching me everytime when I am alone and I am a minor. She calls me girlie since I love to draw and write and gave me this diary to fullfill my girlie issues. I miss my real mom, she would shower me with kisses, not beat me with a belt"
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TWISTED SANITY
FanfictionJASON MCANN, the name everyone fears. Anyone would think twice before crossing his path. Always shaking in their boots if they God forbid hear him call their name, YOU KNOW ITS TROUBLE. But no one ever bothered hearing out his story. He has let...
