CPR

One: "Don't Make Me Regret This."

Max Hamilton is Jason Poplar

Throughout the years, the two grew. Remaining close friends. Jason's crush on Poppy Oakland grew stronger and stronger. In middle school though, the two were separated due to classes, causing Poppy to become distanced from Jason. She made other friends.

Jason made one other close friend he felt he could trust. As puberty hit the two, Jason became much more attractive. This result was him gaining attention from other girls. Girls he had no interest in,  for his heart remained on one girl only.

When he found out other guys were becoming interested in Poppy, he threatened them during his freshman year. Wanting to keep her to himself. His threats succeeded, for she never had a date, and never found out he was the reason why.

Poppy on the other hand was hearing rumors from girls, sophomore year. They varied from Jason kissing them or getting down and dirty with them. The details they provided made Poppy believe them. Their junior year, she was angered by such rumors, and cut herself off from Jason. He became upset, trying to explain what was really happening. Trying to explain he loved her. More than anything.

This is a year after all this happened. In their senior year of high school.

••••••

"Ugh! Why does he have to flaunt like a conceited playboy?" I grunted.

"Who? Who's a playboy?" Sparrow exclaimed, looking up from her phone after listening in to the last word of my sentence.

"Welcome back to the real world, sis. Pops was complaining about the usual. Jason this, Jason that," Victor sighed. He rolled his eyes at our antics, probably questioning why he was friends with me, and hung around his twin sister.

"It's called tunnel hearing, Vic. You know she only listens to what she wants to listen to." I grinned teasingly.

Victor busts out laughing, slapping his hand on the table, despite what I said wasn't that funny.

Sparrow huffed at us but didn't argue considering it was the truth. "Yes, I have tunnel hearing. Deal with it. Now, moving on from my situation, what about Jason are you whining about this time?"

The twins turn to me expectantly, patiently waiting for my excuse as to why I am the only person who hates Jason Poplar. Their matching cocoa eyes bore into me with an intensity that I've never experienced before.

A huff escapes my lips. "The dude doesn't know how to take a damn hint, first of all. Second of all, he's flaunting the fact that he's an absolute man whore. I mean look at the sluts draped all over the table he's at," I rant angrily.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're jealous, Pops," Sparrow smirks.

I glare at her, then turn back around when I hear a loud slapping sound resonate through the cafeteria. The loud noise is coming from Jason's only close friend, Harley Pines. He's laughing hard from some joke someone had told. He keeps slapping the table trying to get a grip on himself, trying to prevent himself from dying from laughter. 

To anyone else in the school, they would say that Jason was the hottest guy in school, Harley a very close second. Both boys were man whores, to me at least, and had fan clubs so big, girls from towns miles away drool over them. Fuck, even the damn teachers were part of their damn fan club.

Jason had eyes that in certain lights, make them seem different colors. There were times when I saw his eyes blue, some times grey, and if it's dark with distance could look brown too. His lips were thicker than most white guys here in school, so thick that Victor was jealous of them. His hair was a dirty blond, light brown color, but to me, it was a little too shiny. His eyebrows had the perfect "thickness" to them according to Sparrow. His body is on the line between thick and lean, a perfect mix of both.