Easter had come and gone now.
Mom and Dad came up to town and stayed in the hotel again. They even brought Easter Eggs for me and I managed to buy them some, too. Even Jason bought me an egg and I got him one, too. The egg from his included a teddy bear, too to keep Bubbles company. But I was also munching on the remainder of my Easter egg now, sharing it with Jason.
"I thought Bubbles could do with a companion," said Jason. "You know, someone to get frisky with."
I gasped. "They're too young for that!" I protested indignantly.
"They're never too young," retorted Jason. "For me-"
"No!" I interjected, dropping the Easter egg to my lap and slapping my hands over my ears. "Don't finish that sentence!"
Jason chuckled, leaning up on the bed and wrapping his arms around me. He rested his head on my shoulder and continued chuckling whilst simultaneously snatching a piece of my chocolate Easter egg from my lap and placing it in his mouth. The only reason I knew he did this was because I felt his hand brush against my thigh whether he was teasing me or it was a mistake.
"Hey!" I said.
"I bought it," he defended, pulling back and surrender himself. "Anyway, I wanted to know if you wanted to read some of my work for English. We had to create a poem and I thought of you and I wanted to tell you it. Well, I want some feedback more than anything," he said. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all," I said, honoured that he was picking me to read his work.
Jason reached over to the bedside table and picked off a piece of paper. He coughed dramatically once and winked at me before beginning to read aloud his poem. "My love for you floats, down the river in a boat. It never ceases to stop, and neither does it drop. I'm sorry for what I caused, it was never something I could pause. But with the flowers on the riverbank, next to the water they drank; in the bitter cold, to the sky of blue that is bold, even though they could see my truth, the words from my youth. I know my love for you shall never end, just like the river with a bend; it continues its descend, trying to find the end. The flowers sit back and stare, as if they did care. But I cannot stop the travel, as my love begins to slowly unravel."
My lips were already in a smile by the time Jason finished, looking up at me sceptically. "What do you think then?"
"I love it," I replied softly. "I really do. You should sell your poems or something. You could make money from it."
Jason frowned slightly. "I don't know if I would ever have the guts to do it, you know. Everyone would find faults in them and they'd be criticised. I like just writing them to get out how I feel."
I shrugged. "I guess it would help, actually to write down how you're feeling. Then you wouldn't be feeling like if you told someone, they'd judge you and you'd feel like you're irritating because you're burdening your problems on them and they might only be small problems."
Jason was watching me, one eyebrow raised as I spoke. He had put his poem back already on the bedside table and was lying back on the bed, his head on the pillow. Bubbles was next to his head. I was still sat up, my legs over Jason's torso and my feet dangling off the edge of the bed. I was leaning back on the wall.
"Stop staring," I said, hiding my face in my hands.
"You could try writing poems."
"I'd suck at them," I said.
Jason smirked. "There's something else you could suck."
Gaping at him, I slapped his arm playfully, my cheeks reddening due to flushing. Bowing my head, there was a smile curving at my lips. Jason was laughing mindlessly stridently as he reached out and pulled me down with him. I was endeavouring to stifle my laugh.
"God, I love you," he whispered. "But in all seriousness, there is-"
"Okay, we can stop this now," I said, laughing slightly. "But I love you too."
I leaned over Jason and checked the time on his phone. It was nearly three in the afternoon and I still had revision to do – I suppose Jason did, too because I got off his bed and he stood up, hugging me at once. I smiled as I leaned against his chest. "I'll see you at dinner," I said.
"Of course you will. You can't resist me," he teased, pulling back and staring at me.
"I'm pretty sure all boys say that and never once is it true."
"Oh, you'd be surprised." He winked at me.
I kissed Jason before ultimately departing his room. I made my way up the stairs and to my room, already getting out the key because Johanna was probably out at the moment, buying something from town. Well, she mostly always is now when it comes to revision. However, when I was about to insert the key card into the lock, I got a shock.
The door was open.
I stared at it, transfixed. I put the key card back in my pocket and reached out my hand, pushing it open, expecting it to be like before when it's only been left ajar. This time, that was not the case, however. When I pushed the door open with the tip of my forefinger, I gasped.
The room was trashed. Everything was disarray. The duvets were on the floor and the mattresses had been moved. All the drawers were open and even Johanna's science revision had been tampered with, sprawled on her bed. Her cupboard door was ajar but mine was worse. Ignoring the clothes on the floor, I raced forwards to my cupboard, ignoring the door behind me.
"Jesus Christ!" breathed Johanna, causing me to turn around. "What the hell happened?"
"Did you leave the door open? Where did you go?" I said, even though I knew it was a stupid question.
"No, I closed it, and I went to meet someone in my class for extra notes. They didn't have them, though. I have my key card with me. What happened in here?"
The door slammed shut.
"My revision!" cried Johanna, falling to her bed. "It's ruined!"
I was too busy searching through my cupboard to acknowledge her revision. My revision on the top of my cupboard was still untarnished, but it had been separated so some had fallen on the floor. Even so, I was panicking a lot right now. "It's gone!" I hissed.
"What's gone?" growled Johanna. "It's going to take ages clearing all this up! We should add a complaint to someone. The Principal should know! This is vandalism and I most certainly won't stand for it and-"
"The modelling pictures of Jason I copied are gone!" I interjected, turning around sharply to Johanna. "Someone took them!"
FINALLY, NOT A FILLER CHAPTER. Who do you think has the modelling pictures? And as we;re getting to the end of the story, do you guys still think that Tiegan will do the project on Jason or nah? Let me know your theories in the comments please.
Thank you :) x
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The Psychology ProjectRomance
"Love changes how you act." Tiegan Smith, originally from England, travels miles just to go to a college in a small town of Georgia for their unimpeachable athletic program. On the side, she takes a psychology class which she hopes would be useful i...