Weeks went by and everyday Jason and I got closer. More personal. It went from hugs everyday, to little kisses in the hallway, but we weren't dating. He was mine, I was his, but we didn't have anything official. Some days, Jason was off. Ran his hands through his hair too many times, wrung his hands a lot, ground his teeth too many times. He spoke in low tones, and wore a lot of black. I started to see pieces of him growing onto me, like wearing all black, tighter clothing, sassier remarks. I acted above others and was rebellious. I was Jason's girl, pretty well known, even though we didn't even know it. We skipped class together, and would make out instead. Teachers were scared to say anything, and no other girl or guy was at our level. We were the rebellious Chuck and Blair of our school. Soon in around April of 2014 we were moving much more quickly. I was near failing, and Jason was even more off. He screamed a lot and shook his head. The vain in his temple came out a lot and he got more sexual. Grabbing my ass, kissing my neck, rubbing me through my jeans. He made me moan in the middle of class and I liked it. We were unstoppable. Were. Jason and I would drive home together but not before we smoked first. I loved him. I liked things the way they were. Liked.
