Jason didn’t like high school. It was a boring shit show and fire what, he wouldn’t understand. he knew it would be a waste of time if he was living off of his guardian’s money and would eventually go off to do his own thing. He didn’t need high school and he could’ve dropped out of highschool. But he could make high school into a child’s game. He could play his way through his one remaining year of being a junior.

His friends introduced him to you, a freshman who just came out of middle school. You were different than the rest, always staying quiet and keeping to yourself. So his friends placed a bet on you. one hundred dollars to ask you out to homecoming. Not that he needed the money, although it would be nice to have in his hands. It was an easy way to make. quick buck and he would pass up the tempting offer.

There was a slightly problem. After getting to know you, Jason became attached to Suddenly, the money was a late after thought and he wanted to forget about it. But as time has it, fate is a cruel pain in the ass and eventually secrets do spill. How, is the question Jason should be asking. Maybe his friend spilled the secret. Maybe your ears picked up on rumors that turned out to be painfully true.

He was walking down street to his car, one that he had someone personally drive him around in, and he saw you. You always waited for him by his car when he started dating you. “Baby, hey. You don’t look so happy. What’s wrong?” he asks, his tone seeming genuine as he reached a large hand out for you, pushing your hair behind your ear to see your eyes, which seemed dead and numb and abnormal.