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Chapter 14| Black Friday

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Jason's POV

"Can I come over?"

"Why?"

"Because I wanna see you that's why. Let me come over, please."

"All you want me for is sex. I'm different now, Jason."

"It's only been a year," I pondered aloud as I sat in my 1970 Chevelle SS down the street from her house. "Did you meet someone or something?"

"Bloody hell?" I sort of missed her British curse words. "No, that's not why. I just realized what should be important, which is school. I also have a job as you know. You're not very good at being discreet," she chuckled lightly. "We haven't talked since-"

"Everyone found out that I was back and alive," I answered. "I'm talking to you now, though."

"You just called because you only want one thing from me," she scoffed.

"Pam."

"Jason."

"Fuck. Come on. Just let me come over!" I grabbed at my hair. She always challenged me and that's what always drew me to her. I would end up at her house and she would act like a smartass to make me angry and then we'd fuck each other's brains out. It was a continuous cycle all up until that night at the party when everything turned for the worst.

"That's not a good idea," she sighed heavily.

"We can meet somewhere," I suggested even though sex was the main thing on my mind. She'd crumble, she always did.

"What for? I told you that I'm not doing this with you. You're just going to make me fall in love with you all over again and then leave me with heartbreak," she admitted and I honestly had no idea she felt that way for me. I mean I know we had amazing sex and I cared for her, but I just thought that it's all it ever was.

"You never told me that," I said quietly, rubbing the back of my neck out of habit whenever I felt uneasy. I was never good with emotions.

"Because I didn't want to believe it. When I heard that you got shot and taken to the hospital, my heart stopped. I know we weren't even together, but I really cared about you."

"Past tense?"

"Jason, please. It really tore me up to hear what happened. The next morning I somehow brought myself to visit you and left a note. Did you even read it?" she sounded pained and part of me felt like shit.

"Yeah," I breathed out. No one has ever said any of the things that she wrote about me before and it really got to me. I would've called her, but I was supposed to be dead. I fucked up a lot of relationships after that time. I'm still on people's black list. "I'm sorry," I final said after a minute of pure silence. "I really didn't know what I had even though it was right in front of me."

"It?" she cut in.

"It meaning you. Pamela, I'm really sorry. I fucked up bad and I really took you for granted," I dropped my head down, feeling ashamed of myself.