The Best Thing For Me

Chapter Twenty Seven

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 Dedication: SophieCoates for being awesome by reading/voting/commenting. <3

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My mind barely registered that the door to my right had opened before I was staggering sideways into it. I gasped as I was swept off my feet, landing with a slight thud on a desk. His lips met mine in a rush and I winced, making him pull back. 

"What's up?" he asked casually as though dragging me into the storage room at school was a normal thing we did.  

"I bruised my butt," I panted, placing a hand over my frantically beating heart. "And you scared the heck out of me!" 

He chuckled, running a hand through his mop of messy blond hair. 

"That is such a typical thing for you to say." 

"Is not!" I protested, trying to make my breathing controlled again. Jeremy was right, I did scare awfully easy. 

"Is so. How'd you manage that?" 

"When I fell over the shopping bags." 

He smile wavered for a moment, making me regret saying it. That was when we had had our big fight. Before he knew the truth. 

I rushed on, not wanting to dwell on that subject. "So. Um. Why are we in here?" 

He shrugged. "No one else is here, right?" 

"True..." I said slowly. "Still, I don't exactly see the need." 

"I do. No one can see. Who knows who Mark's got following us." 

My stomach did a slight dip and my mouth dried. I guess it still hadn't occurred to me that I could be being spied on. I hated the idea and it made me extremely paranoid. I shuddered just thinking about it. I never thought this situation would happen to me. It only happened in movies. Or a cheesy, cliché story.

"Hey," he said softly, placing his hands on my thighs. "It's going to be okay." 

I sighed, leaning in automatically, seeking his comfort. "I don't know." 

He glanced down, after I had pulled back. "Since when do you wear stockings?" 

"Since my long pants are in the wash and the zipper broke on my shorts. Mel had conveniently left a pair at my house." 

"Oh." he nodded. 

I smiled up at him. "So. How are you?" 

"I'm good," he said, cracking a grin. "You?" 

"I'm good." I nodded. 

We lapsed into silence. I guess it wasn't as carefree and easy as it used to be. Now there was this new pressure. I didn't like it. At first, I thought the idea of sneaking around would be fun and exciting, but now... 

I wasn't quite so sure. 

The bell buzzed loudly. Jason sighed deeply, lifting me down from the bench. 

He pulled me into a tight hug, kissing me hard. The world spun as I latched my fingers onto his shirt. He laughed, stepping back. 

"You better leave first."