Sinister [Jason McCann]

Fourty-Four

Lea’s POV --

 

Two days have gone past and at this very moment, I’m dreading the thought of having to attend school once again. I have only a number of days left until that time comes, however I’m already falling into a state of depression.

 

Prom was only a few weeks away; two to be exact and I was in the midst of searching for the perfect dress with Lana’s help. The thought of prom struck some kind of happiness in me. It would be my first prom and I’d get to see so many beautiful dresses and not the mention the guys would look stunning as well. I wonder how the drinks will taste, what food will be served and the kind of music that would be played throughout the night. Most of all, I wondered if I’d be able to bring Jason.

 

Honestly, there’s no way I could walk into that building with him by my side and our arms linked together. Well, it’s not like they’ll ask for his name and I’m sure a tuxedo could erase his tattoos from sight.

 

I sink further into my seat, losing energy from the amount of dresses I’ve had draped over my arm for the past ten minutes while Lana continued her search for one more before I was led towards the dressing room. Since it was merely Junior prom, I wanted to look exceptional not over the top. I already had an idea of what I plan to do with my hair and nails yet the dress continued to be difficult.

 

Lana returns with a red dress, long and seemingly velvet to the touch. Instead of handing it to me, she tosses it over my shoulder and reaches for my arm, nearly peeling me off the seat. I groan as I’m pushed into the first empty dressing room and instead of immediately removing my clothes to try on the first dress, I hang them up against the door and take yet another seat to catch my breath now that my arms were freed from their captivity.

 

Throughout the time I use to relax, I decide to glance at my phone. Jason and I had been texting since about ten in the morning. I, myself, was even surprised to find that Jason happened to be awake at such an early hour. Unfortunately, he has yet to respond to me and it’s been this way for over an hour at the most. I’m refusing to text him again, fearing that I’ll just seem desperate or clingy. So with a sigh, I simply stare at the photo I have saved on the screen.

 

This would have to be my favorite photo of all time. My phone has never consisted of so many photos until Jason came into my life and since then I’ve just felt this undeniable urge to capture any moment that I have with him. The only thing significant about this particular picture, is that it was completely accidental and off-guard. I remember that day perfectly; I was over Jason’s house and we were lying in his bed watching whatever happened to be displaying on the television screen at the time. Every now and then, he’d glance at me, just for the hell of it until I eventually told him to stop and he’d grin inwardly. As a joke, I grabbed my phone and pulled up the camera, then I aim it in Jason’s direction until he takes notice of what I planned to do. He wasn’t a fan of taking pictures so I knew he’d freak out, which he did. What he didn’t know, was that I had the camera facing me the entire time and without that knowledge he smacked my phone out of my hand. I remember glaring at him as I sat up and reached for my phone which landed by our feet. Then he grabs my arm and yanks me back--luckily I was already holding onto my phone when this happened. At that precise moment, my thumb lightly pressed on the screen and I took a picture. It wasn’t until after looking that I realized the mistake I made of taking one in the first place.