"Standing up for a Friend"
(A/N: This chapter is dedicated to a very special fan who has done most of the covers for my stories. I just want to thank her as much as i can! I really appreciate all that she has done for me!)
I woke up on Monday morning in a groggy mood. I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t even want to move. After a minute I slowly rolled my body out of the bed and walked over to throw open my closet. I quickly changed before grabbing my phone and some cash and heading down the stairs. I grabbed a pop tart out of the kitchen before going out and getting in my car.
It only took me five minutes to get to the school. When I climbed out of my car I was still eating my pop tart and not paying attention. I grabbed my bag out of the back before making my way towards the school. It wasn’t until I was a few feet away that I realized that Jason and his friends were waiting for me. I slowly made my way towards them and one of them smiled at me once I reached them.
“Are you waiting for me,” I asked Jason.
“Yeah,” he said with a nod as he reached down and wrapped me in a hug.
“Why,” I asked once he pulled back.
“I have no clue. I just wanted to wait for you,” he said with a shrug.
“At least he isn’t watching you from the bushes anymore,” Brantley said with a snicker.
“What,” I asked with a small smile.
“He actually did that one time,” Marcus confirmed.
“We agreed that we would never talk about that,” Jason said with his face beet red.
“You really did that,” I asked as I tucked my hands into my back pockets.
“Yes. Once. Now forget about it,” he told me sounding completely embarrassed.
“I can’t believe that,” I said as I laughed.
“I was really obsessed for a while,” he admitted.
“You still are,” Tyson said as he nudged Brantley.
“Enough of that,” Jason said as he took my hand to lead me away.
“That’s hilarious. I never knew you had that big of a crush on me,” I said.
“It was a problem. I’m not that bad anymore. And just for the record, when I was in the bushes I was like thirteen,” he said as he smiled down at me.
“So you were a little less mature,” I said with a nod.
“I just didn’t know how to go about talking to you,” he said with a shrug.
“I wasn’t that hard to talk to. In fact I was a pretty nice person,” I told him.
“I know but just being around you made my hands sweat,” he said with a dramatic shudder.
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