Chapter 19

Jason's PoV

She had been taking forever in the washroom and to kill time I started to flirt back with the waitress, Amy I think? It led to no end because soon enough I got disinterested even though she was straddling my lap now.

Seriously, did this place not have a manager to keep a check on the horny bimbos but for the sake of sheer boredom I let the show go on. Before I knew it the airhead on my lap had her mouth glued to mine as her hands tugged at my hair gauging an involuntary response from me which led me to kissing her back.

Why I did this, i.e indulge in the flirting? I had no idea, my playboy ways had stuck around I guess or maybe it was because I wanted to see how Yrene would react to it.

The taste of the waitress' icky cherry lipgloss coated my lips, eww, as she tried to elongate the kiss and when I finally broke away from her, there in front of me in all her beauty stood the real love of my life. Shocked. And disgusted with my behaviour to say the least. Her disgust was, however, soon masked over with a collected and unimpressed look as she walked over to the table, collected her belongings and left the diner.

I threw the blonde off of me as I walked outside after her and she turned to me as if she hadn't seen me with some dumb blonde's tongue sticking down my throat.

She turned to me, gave me a fake tight lipped smile and apologised,

"Jay I'm so sorry for being a cock-block but I really need to get home. Too much homework and shit."

Never before had I felt as guilty of anything as I did in that moment and her use of my old nickname made the feeling intensify a thousand times more; that too when I specifically knew the new decision that had been made and was going to be announced soon to everyone else.

When I knew I might become the reason she'd lose her fate in all that was good simply because it wouldn't have happened to her.

In that moment I hated myself almost as fiercely as I loved her.

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Yrene's PoV

To say I was merely disgusted by what I had envisioned not five minutes prior would be an understatement. I was beyond appalled at Jason but mostly at myself for ever having had a crush on him. But deciding it had nothing to do with me I let it slip and made light humour of it instead.

On the way back Jason didn't speak a word to me, the cocky know-it-all was nowhere to be seen. I guess he was embarrassed. The clock had almost struck six when we reached my block and as he parked his heavy bike in my driveway, I couldn't help but feel like he had something to say; I always knew when he was hiding something from me.

"Dawfield. Out with it this instant. I don't have all day."

He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck, an old habit that struck when he was embarrassed,

"Ye-yeah I just wanted to say thank you for today, I had a great time and also thank you for saving me from the bimbo in the skimpy clothes back at the diner, although it might not have seemed like I needed saving, to say the least."

Okay. Weird. As. Fuck. What was all of this about, I mean the sudden change, the lack of cocky attitude and the kindness? oh and the idea of being 'saved' from a girl who was about to sleep with him.

"Wasn't a problem and thank you too for giving me a ride and well everything." I replied simply.

And just when I am about to enter the solitude of my house he stops me again with his casual drawl, although it seems to me more meaningful now than ever,

"Yrene, listen, whatever happens you know you can trust me right? Even if you hate me in the moment just understand that whatever might've happened might've been because I had no say in it or was too fucked to decline whatever was imposed. And" he pauses, as if looking for the right words, "please, find it in yourself to forgive me."

I am shocked and taken aback by his little speech. What was he on about? I have no idea and am at a loss of words so I simply nod and give him a small smile.

I was definitely not prepared for what happened next.

The six foot something man lunges at me like a panther and encloses me in a tight bear hug for at least three minutes.

Today just seemed to be full of surprises, did it not?

He kisses my cheek then, softly and once again I am stumped before running back to his motorcycle; he was putting on his helmet and I wave at him,

"Bye Jay! See you soon!"

"What? Can't get enough of me Jones?"

And then I feel like smacking him, ladies and gentlemen the cocky bastard was back in the game. He blows me a kiss, making me blush furiously and involuntarily; I flip him the bird and smiling to myself go inside.

As usual I am bombarded with the regular questions and I answer each one of them in a single stringed response,

"Yes I was with Jason, yes he dropped me off, no I do not know why he didn't want to come in. Day at school was good, no Mishy nothing extraordinary happened, there's no tea to spill. Yes, I am very tired, no not hungry had lunch with Jason. Shut the fuck up Ross I don't wanna talk to you. Ray excuse my flowery language. Now if all your questions are answered I'll be heading up to my room to rest and do my homework and might not feel like coming down from dinner."

With this I leave them to their business, noticing my parents were not home yet. Oh crap! They were going to be out of country for a week or something for a business deal or whatever. Good for me. Not that they were home most of the time but I really did think that they would not back out on their promise of staying home this week.

I entered my room, finally glad to be here, if only to ponder on the unusual, fucked up day I had, which had begun from a suicide attempt and had ended possibly with newfound feelings for my maths teacher.

Possibly? No. Surely newfound feelings for my maths teacher. This shit just got more chaotic.