Lie For Me

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Chapter Twenty: The old days

I honestly hadn't stayed over Jason's house in so long that when I woke up in his room I was completely confused until I saw his sleeping form on his floor.

Sometimes he's too nice.

        Yawning loudly I climbed out of his bed, and pulled down his huge frumpy T-shirt that stopped above mid-thigh, and glanced around at his semi-clean room before walking over to his bathroom where I removed the clothes before hopping into the shower where I turned the water to as hot as I could stand.

As I washed up with his polo bodywash some how my mind managed to drift to Axel immediately bringing strange thoughts to my mind that I'd rather not think of, but as much as I'd like to deny it I missed him, and he seemed to stay in the back of my mind on constant replay reminding me of just how much my life here recently had revolved around forgetting him.

Turning the water off I got out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around my body and hair before walking out of the bathroom not surprised to see Jason still asleep, but he had moved up to his bed where he slept tucked under the covers his face barely seeable.

After grabbing my duffel bag of emergency clothes for times like this out of his closet I began to get dressed making sure he was still asleep as I pulled on my underwear, and bra.

"Oh my god!" I turned around at the sound of a familiar voice at the bedroom door to find Emma Hastings staring wide-eyed at me.

 Just then I glanced towards Jason to find him staring at me in shock, and I quickly slid into my jeans and did the same with my t-shirt. "Emma it's not what it looked like."

"Whatever Jason I'm sure it's not, I've got to go." Emma replied before quickly turning and slamming the door shut behind her.

I stared at Jason for a total of ten minutes before he stood up, and looked at me. "What just happened?"

He shook his head, and pulled on a shirt covering his chest which was confusingly distracting. "I forgot she was coming over, shit what time is it?"

I shrugged, and went to grab my phone off of his night stand.

I had so many missed calls from Tyler that it was beyond ridiculous. 

"It's 12:17." I replied as I pressed the lock button, and slid it into my pocket.

Thousands of question went through my mind as I realized something was obviously going on between Jason and Emma.

How had I not figured that she liked him?

"So are you guys like dating?" I questioned once he came back out of the bathroom steam following him along with the familiar smell of his body products.

He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess we were, I don't know about now though . . ."

"Sorry, I didn't know that any of this would happen." I said sighing as I threw myself on to my bed, and fixed the extremely loose shirt that I normally would've fitted perfectly.

Jason noticed this.

"Sam, are you doing it again?" He questioned changng the subject as he sat down next to me, and I stood up getting frustrated.

"Why doesn't anyone believe that I can handle myself?" I muttered as I shifted back and forth.

He exhaled running a hand through his hair he knows me to well. "You know exactly why we know you can't handle yourself Sam, why don't you understand that we only care about you. We want to help you Samantha."

"I don't need help, I'm fine Jason. Can we stop talking about this I don't want to be angry with you too." I said as I turned around to face him.

He sighed in defeat.

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I was at Jason for approximately thirty more minutes before Tyler rained on my parade, and litterally carried me to his car where he sped off to our house.

"You can't keep treating me like a child Tyler your making me hate you, I'm almost 18." I growled out as we arrived at the house, and I climbed out of his car slamming the door.

"Key word being almost, and I could careless whether or not you hate me because you don't seem to understand that you obviously don't know how to take care of yourself yet. So stop acting like a brat and go to your room." He commanded, and I furrowed my brow in anger.

"No! Your not my dad!" I yelled as I stamped my foot, and glared angrily at him.

"Fine whatever, but trust me when I say Dad's probably rolling over in his grave watching the way your ruining your life with low-lifes, and putting yourself in the grave time-after-time. But hey it's fine by me I'm tired of caring Samantha." He spat angrily before he turned his back on me, and marched into the house slamming the door behind himself.

Rolling my eyes I pulled out my phone, and called the first person who came to my mind.

"Hey . . . can you please come and get me?" I asked quietly as I listened to the sound of his even breathing on the otherside of the phone.

"It's about damn time Princess, I'll be there in five."