The crying game(Jason McCann love story)

"Is this how we're going to keep meeting each other?"

Mondays are so crap. Everyone's so morbid and what makes today worse than all the Monday's I've ever experienced is that Julia, my bestfriend, is still in Greece enjoying her holiday. Which basically leaves me in English with nobody but Boobless Billie. Everyone calls her that because basically...she has slow undeveloped boobs. I don't blame the girl but I feel sorry for her. I do however, admit that I'm sorry for being one of them before. I was a bully once, well more than once. Especially to Billie. 

"Open your books to page 116." Mrs Blake announced as she scanned the classroom suspiciously. 

I watched as Billie carefully opened the book to the correct page. There was a long paragraph explaining a lot of confusing things that I don't particularly understand. I was kind of halfway through reading the paragraph when someone from up front threw a scrunched paper towards Billie. It landed on page 116 and Billie took it and unfolded it. I observed the letter, trying to make it obvious that I wasn't watching her. I couldn't entirely see the letter but a couple of kids were laughing so I assumed a nasty, vindictive message was written on it. 

Billie scrunched up the paper but in an odd way. Like she was angry but she didn't scrunch the paper angrily. "Do you want to say something too?" She asked slowly turning her head towards me. 

I blinked not realising I had been staring at her for a while. I squeezed my eyes and shook my head, then chuckled. "I'm sorry, I just tend to daydream, ignore me." I apologised. I looked at the poor girl sympathetically. "And..." I paused, debating whether or not if now was the right time to apologise for the things I had said to her in the past. "I'm sorry for everything I said and did to you in the past. I wasn't really sure what I was doing." I continued.

Billie moistened her lips and nodded, like she agreed but she seemed to take it a different way. "I'm sure Alice would be sorry too." 

Oh crap. I can't believe she actually remembered that incident with the school dinners. "Billie, we're both sorry okay?" 

Billie shook her head in refusal. "You're only sorry that Alice died and because you can't handle the guilt."

I was about to argue back that I really was sorry for everything when the classroom door burst open. The receptionist, Miss Hall, was standing in her tall black heels and tight pencil skirt that outlined her amazing curves. Her dark - brown locks cascaded down her shoulders in waves and stopped abruptly by her waist. Miss Hall walked to my English teacher and whispered something into Mrs. Blake's ear which made her shoot her head up in my direction. After Miss Hall had left Mrs. Blake called out my name. 

"Miss Bennett grab your bags, there's somebody here to see you." She announced. 

I frowned wondering who on earth would want to see me. My Dad was still in Iraq, he wouldn't be home in a month or two yet. My brother's probably sulking at work and my Mom's obviously at work too. What mysterious person came to see me? I grabbed my bags and quickly walked out the classroom, completely forgetting about Billie. 

Nonetheless, I swiftly sped walked to the office to find basketball shorts, supras, plain white t shirt and snapback sitting comfortably on the waiting room seats. His red snapback was turned backwards which made the bright light shimmer down on his flawless face and highlight his high cheekbones and jawline. However, he was looking glum and quite frustrated. 

He saw me and immediately stood up. I reluctantly pushed the glass door open to meet him, properly dressed, the both of us. Well I was in uniform actually. 

"Jason, what are you doing here?" I asked him knitting my eyebrows. "How did you find me?"

"I certainly didn't ask every school in Williamsburg if they had a Mia Bennett, no I didn't." He teased smiling. "Nice uniform by the way." He said smiling bigger then biting his lip as his eyes wandered down my body. My uniform wasn't that revealing was it? I mean I was wearing a white uniform top and our branded tie with also our traditional red skirt concluded with high knee socks? Okay maybe I had one button undone on my shirt but you could hardly see anything.