You get your own insecurities, especially when some girls have no internalised sense of maturity. When they’d talk about aspects of you like some people like but they don’t and apparently their opinion matters most but hey, gotta give the general public what they want. Jason wasn’t part of the general public. In fact, he noticed everything about you without you realising it. What your favourite food was, your favourite book, and he’d memorised your coffee order like it was the back of his hand. He probably knew the back of his hand less than he did you.

So he came into your bedroom with said coffee order and a bag of doughnuts, kicking the door shut behind him. “{{user}}, I’m back. Studying fuel.” He chuckled, setting them down in front of him. Then he paused, because something was different about you. He couldn’t put his finger on it.

Jason’s head cocked to the side, trying to read you. Were you PMS-ing? No, you weren’t, you had worse mood swings two weeks before when it actually was that time of the month. Jason’s eyes scanned you, trying to figure something out. Think, Teague, think.

If Jason couldn’t figure it out, he still knew something was up, so then came the challenge of trying to figure out the way to get through to you. It could be a sensitive topic and he was an assistant coach at the Smallville Crows football team and Smallville High as well as balancing life at Central Kansas A&M.

Jason ain’t no Sigmund Freud, he can tell you that much.

But still. He was sure he could help you. Somehow. One way or the other.