Survival [completed]

Jasper's brilliant plans

The thing I hate about socialising is that even when you want to be alone, people don't let you. They just blabber on without a care in the world about the listener, I mean seriously, the listeners have a tough job too! They have to listen to the speaker and give the desired response. It’s not like you get to actually tell the person your real opinion on the matter, you have to structure it to fit their desired answer. What the hell is up with that?

 This whole process is getting on my nerves by now and it was only lunch. Tristan and I still have yet to talk but that doesn’t make a difference cause he isn’t even in school today, the football team are prepping for their game later on. I was obviously not going, firstly, there’s too many people and as much as I have become a very sociable person here, I still had my reservations about being at such school events. It would be nice to see Tristan play and kick some ass but this is where my second reason hits home: My parents wouldn’t allow it.

 Tristan had messaged me the whole morning telling me how practice is going and asking me about my day. I reply him but I don’t reply him the usual way, my answers are short and clipped so he knows that I’m still pissed at me. Well, part of the reason for my anger was the fact that it was torturous to type with just one hand. It was so hard and slow. It completely defeated the purpose of texting.

 I wasn’t pissed at Tristan as much as I just wanted him to know that I wasn’t going to cheat on him or anything and that he should trust me with these things. I also wanted him to know how stupid and childish he sounded yesterday. He was the one with the never-ending list of girls that he had screwed.

 I huff at the thought as Stella or Melissa or whoever, blabbers on about how her hair dresser has used the wrong shampoo on her hair and thus caused her to have a ‘bad’ hair day. I stare at her hair and don’t notice a difference, maybe it’s less bouncy or flowy but it wasn’t that obvious. The other girls I sit with pout and express their heart-worth of condolences to her suffering. All I wanted to do was roll my eyes at her.

 “Sorry ladies, I’d like to steal my sister from the intellectually enriching conversation that you girls were just having” Jasper interrupts them and looks at me, giving me a wink as he stands at the head of the table. He then looks at each of them and provides them with the smile that could disarm any girl.

 “Of course, go ahead” Seniors don’t usually mixed with the juniors or anyone else unless you were in the football team or in the cheerleader squad. So Jasper talking to these group of girls who were friends of Tristan’s other friends thought of this as a boost in popularity and let me go. FREEDOM.

 “Thank you so much!” I tell Jasper as we walk out of the cafeteria.

 “No problems, I figured the girls would annoy you,” He says as he reaches a water cooler and bends over it to drink so water.  When he’s done he stands up and looks at me “So, you’re sleeping over at my house and we’re going to the football game tonight” he tells me.

 I raise my eyebrows at him and wonder if the guy had short-term memory loss. “You do know my parents don’t let me leave the house anymore right? Like ever?” I ask him

 “Yeah, well, when their beloved god son asks them, they tend to agree. Jasper says smiling at me. I stare at him in shock. How the hell did he manage that? How was he able to get my parents to let me go for a school event? How did he get them to trust him so easily, How did he get them to love him so much? Shouldn’t I be able to get at least a scratch of that? The unwanted jealous thoughts enter my head as I stare at Jasper.

 “Just wiggle the sad and lonely card and they were feeding off my hands” He explains to me having read my mind well.

 “Wow…” I say getting nervous now. What do I wear? Will Tristan be excited? Will he want me there? What if I’m bad luck for him and he loses? What if I do something wrong? “Maybe I shouldn’t go…” I say nervously.