Moonlight

Eight

The next four days manages to pass quickly without any incidents like what occurred on Monday and it's suddenly Saturday morning. I'm just lying in my bed thinking about life, things and people. The Dream hasn't happened since the first day I got here, so that's a bit weird but a huge relief.

Caitlin's so nice and we're becoming quite close even in the short time of a week. Tori is still a bitch and still holding a grudge about the whole paint fiasco and likes to let me know as much as she can by complaining about it all the time. Jamie, I don't see much of around here but he's always really sweet to me at school. Alex is even sweeter to me than Jamie if that's even possible, plus he's becoming almost an even better friend than Caitlin.

Jason . . . Jason hasn't really said a word to me, you know, out of choice. Sure he'll talk to me in history and if I'm really lucky - not - in art, but that's only to ask questions about the class or make to fun of me, for being me. We haven't talked about the kiss, which I'm actually really okay with because if we did have some kind of talk about it I'd probably die of embarrassment. It would be nice to set down some ground rules, such as, it's never happening again, hopefully. He's just an ass and I'd really rather not make out with an ass no matter how good the making out is. Also lets not even bother thinking about why I wanted to howl, that's so weird and it gives me headache thinking about it.

Talking about howling and Jason, we need to start our project for history. A whole school week has passed and we haven't done a thing on it, in fact we're so far behind we haven't even managed to put our names on a piece of paper yet.

Suddenly I hear a click and I have to muffle my scream with my hand as the door knob rattles and my door swings open to reveal . . . Jason. Speak - well think in this case - of the devil and he shall appear. This devil takes one look at me with my hand over my mouth, eyes wide, laboured breathing and trying to cover my pyjama clad body with my duvet with my free hand and he cracks up laughing. "Aww did I give princess a heart attack?" Did I forget to mention he's decided to call me princess, I've just decided to roll with it. With any luck he'll stop if I make out I don't care.

I ignore his question and ask him something more important, "What you doing Jason?"

"Ooh twenty questions again. Well I'm breathing, by the way in case you didn't know that's essential to living. Umm what else -"

"Jason shut up what are you doing here outside my room? What do you want?"

"I want many things life princess but in this case I want to talk to you about our history project." Oh god this is where he makes me do it all by myself - actually I like that idea, I can do whatever I want and I get to stay away from him. If I was religious at all I would start praying or whatever religious people do, I would pray to all the gods out there.

"What about it?"

"We need to get started on it princess because if you didn't notice a week has gone by and we haven't done a single thing." I think my body just physically deflated and by the funny look Jason's giving me he noticed it.

"Okay, give me a chance to have a shower, get changed and grab something to eat and then we can start."

"Meet me in my room in forty-five mins tops. Oh and wear more than a towel this time. Through actually the view was pretty good." My cheeks instantly heat up at this comment and seeing this Jason walks out of my room crackling.

As soon as the door closes, I flop back onto my pillows and groan out loud. Why does he have to be so infuriating and why does my body always react to him and his crude jokes? Eurgggggggggg.