Papa Don't Preach! (On Hold)

---2--- Jason's POV

Cooke: I've always had a thing for Chad Michael Murray...like...*drools* I was gonna use him in my "Be My Gangasta, Baby!" story but since I like him so much i'm gonna use him here ^_^ So Jason will be played by...guess who? O.O LOL Chad! Wheee

LOL song by Backstreet Boys...a boy band that I will always adore...go ahead, laugh at me. *pulls out a chainsaw* :P "No One Else Comes Close"

--Jason's POV--

"Jason."

      When the familiar sweet voice reached my ears, my head immediately jerked up and I turned around. Rachel Warner stood a couple of feet behind me, looking out of place in Pete's Garage Auto Shop.

      I wiped my oil stained hands with a rag as I took in the sight of her. It's been three weeks since I've seen sweet little Rachel and I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't surprised to see her here before me now.

      She cleared her throat before giving me a shaky smile. "H-hi."

      "Hi."

      We stared at one another. I took advantage and let my eyes linger on her face, free of makeup with just pink lip gloss on. That's what a liked most about her. Unlike many girls her age, she didn't put unnecessary makeup on. Her auburn hair tumbled down in waves around her white shirt, making her look years younger than she actually is. With her hands wringing in front of her blue jeans like that, she looked like an unnerved little girl so out of her element in an auto shop.

      I wondered what she was doing here. Had she come for a visit? When girls visited me we seemed to always end up in bed but I doubted Rachel came for a quick tumble. She looked refreshing in her innocence as she stood before me, looking uncertain and hesitant. No, even though I clearly remembered our one night of heated passion three weeks ago...Rachel wasn't that type of girl.

      Still, a part of me was glad to see her. Her face has been hovering in my mind every now and then, her sweet shy smiles and the smoldering passion that burned in her eyes that night. No girl has ever dominated my mind like Rachel Warner had...and I barely knew her.

      "Um," she hesitated, "I...um...can we...can we talk?"

      I frowned. "Sure. I was about to take my break anyway." I threw the rag on the table and called out to Pete in the back. "Pete! I'm taking my break!"

     "Alright!" Pete hollered back.

     I nodded to Rachel. "Follow me." I walked her out of the garage and paused. I glanced back at her. "I want to change my shirt...do you mind if go up to my apartment?"

     She swallowed but shook her head. "N-no, I don't mind."

     I nodded and turned back around, leading her to the side of the shop where a wooden staircase was. "Careful," I told her, "some of the boards needs replacing."

     She didn't say anything as she followed me up the stairs. I took out the keys from my jean pocket and unlocked the door. I pushed it open and gestured for her to come in. Rachel hesitated before peeking her head in, glancing around as if to make sure nothing jumped out at her before going in.

     I chuckled softly and followed her in, closing the door behind me. She jumped at the clicking sound of the door shutting, her shoulder stiffening but relaxed a bit when I walked around her. My apartment was actually a plain white studio, walls bare with just a bed and small table in the middle of the room. There was also a dresser on the side of my bed where I kept some of my clothes. I didn't own much but I've never been bothered by it until now.