“Yeah, that’s who I meant.” Jason’s words kept repeating in my head. Again and again, like a song on repeat. What did he mean by that? I’ve been trying to figure it out since this morning and it’s been driving me crazy! Does he know that Dylan kissed me?  But he can’t possibly know that, can he?

Oh God, this isn’t good. If he finds out, or if he already knows, then I’m completely screwed. Why does everything have to be so complicated? Can’t I just, I don’t know. Have a crush on someone and have them like me back instead of having all this drama, too. It really makes my head hurt.

Have you ever just sat down and start wondering what it would be like for your crush to like you back? That was exactly what I was doing right now, but given the situation with what happened with Dylan, it was all too complicated.

If only Jason just asked me out or something like that, things would be so much easier. But, I can’t even figure him out. Like, what the hell goes on in his head? One second he’s nice then the next he’s all bitter and cold. I sometimes think that he has a personality disorder or something.

I groaned. “Ugh.”

“What’s up with you?” Emma asked raising an eyebrow at me while she propped herself up on my sofa.

“Everything is just so complicated.” I sighed heavily. What an understatement.

“Tell me about it,” she replied and rolled her eyes. She grabbed the TV remote and flipped through numerous channels before deciding to watch another episode of ‘Plain Jane’.

“Really, Emma? Plain Jane?” I whined but she only nodded eagerly and winked. Sigh.

“We should definitely try to have our own Plain Jane episode.” Emma suggested with an evil grin plastered on her face.

“No.” I said firmly. There is no way on Earth I’m going to let that happen. That’s a catastrophe waiting to happen. “Over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged,” she smiled.

“What can be arranged?” Dylan asked, leaning on the door frame while he scratched his head with his left hand and had shoved the other in his pocket.

“Nothing,” I dismissed, at the same time that Emma squealed “Something!”

He shook his head and squinted at the direction of the TV. “You watch that crap?”

There was a loud gasp, “Crap?! It’s not crap! How dare you!” Emma defended her favourite TV show.

“Calm down, Em. He’s a guy, he doesn’t watch this stuff.” I explained while trying to supress my laughter from the sight of her face. She looked like she’s just been smacked in the face with a carrot or something completely random.

“Still!” she exclaimed.

Dylan coughed, “Can you stop shouting? Your voice is going to make me deaf.” He complained and Emma threw a pillow at him while muttering blasphemes under her breathe and I chuckled.

“Be glad you have the privilege of hearing my voice.” Emma said smugly.

He coughed again, “Yeah, whatever. I’m going back to bed. I don’t feel too good.”

“Yeah, you look sick, no offense or anything.” I said looking at him with worry.

Oh no. He’s sick and he kissed me. Does that mean I’ll get sick, too? Ew.

Snap out of it, Avery! I told myself. The poor guy is sick! My conscience scolded.

“Must be one hell of a hang-over.” Emma commented but Dylan only groaned.

“Go back to bed, Dylan. I’ll go make soup or something.” Then I headed into the kitchen in my attempt to avoid Emma’s suggestive glances –which I still saw- but at least she couldn’t say anything dirty.

Dylan trudged up the stairs, “Thanks.” He coughed and I just smiled and gave him a slight nod and resumed to the kitchen.

I stood over the stove when I heard someone’s footsteps walking into the kitchen. I sighed, “Emma, if you’re just going to tell me rude jokes, I don’t want to know.” I said without turning around.

“Rude jokes, huh?”

Okay...not Emma. I turned around to see Jason leaning on my fridge. He was wearing a leather jacket that I haven’t seen him wear before making me wonder if he had it when he came to  my house on Friday night.

“It doesn’t matter,” I shook my head. “Emma is just dirtty-minded or as she always insists, she has a ‘sexy imagination’.” I chuckled still looking at his jacket. Then I noticed the light blue shirt that he was wearing under it. Damn! You can see his muscles showing through it. I know I should stop staring but I just can’t look away.

“Like what you see?” he joked and I felt my blood run to my cheeks. I probably look like a tomato right now. How embarassing...

“W-whaaaat? No. See what?” I tried to deny that I was staring. “I was just looking at your jacket,” I scoffed. “What else would I be looking at?”

“My abs.” He raised his eyebrows, his blue eyes full of mischief. If I was butter, I would melt all over the floor right now.

“Yeah, you mean rolls of fat.” I mocked. “So your jacket, it’s new?” I tried to change the subject.

“As a matter of fact, it is. How nice of you to notice.” Jason smirked. “And they’re not fat, they’re muscles.”

“Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes and turned back to the stove partially to make sure I don’t set it on fire or anything but mostly to hide my grinning face. “You might want to lay off the McDonalds.” I teased.

Within seconds he stood right behind me. He was so close that I could feel the warmth radiating off him on my back. “Avery,” he whispered, his hot breath on my ears.

 He gently grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him. His face was close to mine, too close. He smiled and I stood frozen as his eyes bored into mine. Jason tilted his face slightly, not losing eye-contact.

He’s going to kiss me! I screamed internally but on the outside, I still stood frozen like a dummy. Then I remembered Dylan and last night at that party. Stop! I willed myself to forget it. Jason likes me! He likes me, isn’t that what I wanted?

But Jason didn’t kiss me. Instead, he took a step backwards and lifted his shirt exposing his very toned stomach. “I think I’m good.” He said with a wink and walked out of the kitchen.

I gaped at him and watch him go.

As if I thought he was actually going to kiss me. I feel so stupid. And to make it worse, I hesitated on whether or not to kiss him. I’m an idiot. I started banging my head on the counter. “Stupid. Stupid, Stupid.” I muttered with each hit.

“Uh... Aves, what are you doing?”

I turned slowly in embarassment and saw Dylan with a blanket wrapped around him. “Nothing,” I sighed.

“I just came down to get my soup,” he said wrapping the blanket tighter around himself and sitting down on one of the chairs.

“Oh, yeah, right. The soup. Hold on let me just get you a bowl.” I replied, reaching into one of the cabintes for a bowl and filled it with soup.

“What did you say to Jason?” he asked softly. “I just saw him smiling to himself.” Dylan explained.

“I called his abs rolls of fat.” I answered and I watched a smiled creep onto his face as I set the bowl of soup down on the table in front of him.

“That’s it?” he questioned, staring down at his soup.

I shrugged, “Pretty much. What else would I say to him?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” He mumbled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked in confusion.

“Nothing,” he replied quietly. I furrowed my brows in suspicion. “Just let me eat my soup in peace. And you should probably get your head checked out. I saw you hitting it on the counter, that’s not normal.” Dylan teased with a smirk.

“Shut up.” I told him.

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