The Best Thing For Me... [Completed]

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Jason Mayor -------------->>>

Dedication: Smilealittle for being my 111th fan. I though it was a cool number. Thanks for your support. :) <3

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My feet pounded on the corridor floor as I marched down to the canteen. There was already a line forming and I had to be in there. 

"Soup!" Someone called in the distance.

I glanced over, trying to see who called out. Why on Earth would they say soup? That was just odd. I shook it off and kept going. I then paused.

I had an idea who it was...

I continued my march as I scanned the area. Next minute, something hard hit my head. I sprang backwards in surprise, stumbling. I shook my head, trying to get over my shock. I squinted at what was in front of me.

Oh. My. Goodness.

I just ran into a pole.

In front of Jason.

My face flooded with heat and I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to act casually. How on Earth was I supposed to do that now?

"P-pardon?" I asked, stammering slightly. "What about soup?"

"What?" he asked, confused. "Did you just run into a pole?"

"Um, no...?" I said quickly, looking anywhere but at him. Why was I so weird? Ugh. "Uh, you said soup?"

"Er- I said sup." He frowned, looking at me in utter confusion. My face flushed once more and I wanted to go bury my head in a box of sand.

"O-oh..."

I tried not to laugh nervously. How embarrassing was I?

"Well, in a rush, you know those pizzas..."

"How could I forget?" He laughed. "Meet me at H block when the bell goes?"

"Sure?" I replied, even though it came out like a question.

I scuttled away from him, trying to get my face to return to normal colour. I managed to get Pizza Single out this time and not you-know-what. I then moved towards my group, settling on our blue lunch table. I placed it down and began pulling all the toppings off. (I ate the top first and then the base. I know it's weird, but it's a tradition, okay?)

"Who was that?" Ben asked. He had dark hair, pale skin and dark eyes. Pretty eerie. He was a bit attractive though, I'll give him that.

"A friend."

"Jason Mayor is your friend?" he asked, an eyebrow arched.

"If you already knew who he was, why did you ask?"

"Since when?"

I sighed, seeing the subject couldn't be avoided. "Since ages."

I took a big bite, the deliciousness filling my mouth. I had to prevent myself from making the same noise Homer Simpson does when he day dreams about donuts. His donuts were like my pizzas. Period. 

"Mhm. You do know he's probably using you?"

"Why would he?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows together.

"Because he's an 'It' boy and that's what they do."

"Jason doesn't."

"Sure." He sneered. "Does he tell you you're pretty?"

"No, not really."

"I think you are." He said, out of the blue.

Huh!?

"Really?" I asked in surprise.

"No, I was kidding?" He said with sarcasm. "Anyway, don't come crying to me when he humiliates you."

I scowled at him and ate the rest of my pizza in silence. Pfft, he doesn't even know him. But, technically I didn't really either.

Was he just using me?

Nah. No way.

Right?

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"Hi," I smiled. I reached up and gave him a quick hug. He planted a kiss on my cheek that left me all tingly. I couldn't help grin widely.

"Hey," he replied. "I can't hang out today, have swimming practice, but I'll text you this arv?"

"Okay."

I hugged him again before departing. I rounded the corner. Oh, I had to tell him I couldn't hang tonight either, Dad was coming home. (He'd stayed an extra two days).

I turned back around and paused, over hearing a conversation.

(Just to make it easier for you to know who is who, the six 'It' boys are; Jason, Jeremy, Daniel, Joshua, Jake and Jesse. Lot's of J's, I know. The six 'It' girls are; Jamie, Rose, Aliza, Britney, Ashley and Chloe).

"Who was that?" I recognised the voice of Jeremy.

"Emma Ross." Jason replied.

"Since when do you hang out with her?" Jesse asked.

"Have been lately."