[A/N: Well, if you have made it this far in my story and actually interested you are my best friend now ^-^. But anyway, this is a slightly long chapter and somewhat boring and somewhat not. This mainly concludes the history of Jason and the ending of "Legacy". It kinda ties it together with the beginning of the "Legacy of the Phoenix", I really hope you like it, and I hope you Read and Review "The legacy of the Phoenix" also, but only you can decide that. I hope you enjoy this final chapter. I don't think its total alien water torcher.]
The Legacy Begins
Jason sat near a window at his fathers house the rest of the day. He was totally crushed that his mother was dead. It had seemed like only seconds ago that he told her how much he loved her that morning. A long pause however followed this thought. He HADN'T done that this morning. He didn't even bother to look in on his mother that morning. He was too full of his own pride and maybe if he cared just enough to look in on her…maybe she wouldn't be…
Jason started to cry even more at the thought of that. His long uniform coat was now drenched in his warm tears, Jason just had so much to cry about. The biggest cause was that his mother was dead and his whole life would now be changed forever, then another big cause was that it was his own fault that his mother may be dead, he KNEW she had very bad lung problems but refused to care when she coughed throughout the night, and then finally now he was living with his father who absolutely despised him and his mother. He didn't even seem sad that she was dead, let alone his sadness.
Earlier he had left and now came in the house, agitated with Jason's constant crying, and slopped some McDonalds fries and a burger on his fancy dining room table. Jason wanted to vomit at the thought of eating while his mother's body was being sliced up and organs being taken from her body, she was a donor.
Jason's father charged up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door. Jason couldn't care less. Then finally he remembered the party…that damned party that cost his mother her life, and to no avail, he didn't even think of asking his father to take him. He couldn't have fun anyway, his eyes were red and irritated from crying and his mouth was very dry. He turned his head to the dining room to see the warm fries steaming near the ice cold cup of Coke. Reluctantly Jason arose from his place near the window and even more reluctantly ate the food…
Jason awoke the next morning in his chair in front of the table with an empty french-fry carton and burger wrapper scattered all over the glass, he was still in his uniform from yesterday and had mustard all over his mouth. He groggily looked at the time on his watch and impulsively bulleted up the stairs and into his fathers bedroom.
"HEYD-", he stopped himself from calling him 'dad', he really did not see him as that. "What about school-, where is my uniform, and my ID, and my backback, and my---"
"What the hell are you babbling on about?", his dad said groggily while rubbing his eyes and yawning. "You go to school, your mother just died you idiot, now get back to bed."
Suddenly his old instincts came back to the boy. He glared at his father and spoke much more fierce and sharp. "I-am-going-to-school"
His father stared back equally fierce "I-don't-care. Work doesn't start for another 2 hours. Now get to bed!"
"I don't have to you idiot!", Jason snapped but then quickly regretted his words.
"GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM!" he roared and Jason quickly obeyed.
Jason rushed out of the bedroom but then quickly regained his fierceness again. "He doesn't want me to go to school, huh.", he muttered gleefully to himself. "Than that is exactly what I will do…hehe."
He had now completely forgotten about all of his sorrows from last night and got to work. He ran downstairs and into brightly lit cellar he saw his dad enter the night before. His thoughts were correct, there WAS a washer and dyer down there. He threw off his clothes and entered them into the washer with some fancy detergent he found on the top, he had washed clothes many times before. He then grabbed a towel from a near by rack, wrapped it around his waist, exited the cellar, and ran up all the way upstairs again, quickly jumping into a brief five minute shower in the bathroom. Soaking and dripping all over the place, he wrapped the towel around his waist again and back to the cellar he went, grabbing his damp clothes out of the washer and dumping them into the dryer. He threw his wet towel into the laundry chute and impulsively grabbed a robe hanging to the side of the dryer. He out of the cellar a second time and into the kitchen where he grabbed two eggs from the refrigerator, rolled up the sleeves on the robe that was 3 times his size, and scrambled them on his dads shiny steel stove. Quickly he piled them on a bowl (which was the first thing he could find) and practically swallowed them whole. He entered the cellar for the last time and grabbed his slightly damp clothes from the dryer, threw the huge robe on the ground and quickly put on his uniform. He had successfully gotten ready for school.
Now his biggest problem was getting there, he was so miserable the day before he had no idea how he had gotten to his dads house. He found a door near the cellar that led him to an oversized garage where he found his fathers nice Mercedes parked near 2 sitting bikes. Jason put himself on top of the nice leather seat of the bike but found it too big for him to pedal. Then he sat on this hot pink bike, he had no idea whose it was but found it still quite big. He quickly searched for something to improvise with and saw idol pliers lying on a metal shelf in front of the car. He reached for it and used it to adjust the seat on the very bright and eye sore of a bike. He set it to its lowest level which was still slightly too big for Jason, but close enough for him to ride. He got off and clicked a switch next to the door he had entered which caused the garage door to open with loud clanking sounds. Afraid of waking up his father, he jumped on the bike and rode off onto the sidewalk. He had hardly ever ridden a two wheel bike before, he hated going outside, but he learned very quickly as he strode off towards a main street, leaving the garage door open.
Now fear hit him as he thought of what a mess he left for his dad to find, but quickly forgot as he approached a traffic filled and busy street. A wide smile stretched across his face, he knew where he was, school was only half a mile away. He could see the outline of the campus and started to lose focus but was reminded with a fierce jolt when a young biker around his age bumped the rear of his bike which caused Jason to fly from the seat and slide across the hot sidewalk. He looked up to see it was a classmate of his that knocked him over and was strolling off ,without remorse of what he had done, off to school. Constant honking then made Jason's attention shift to the busy road where the stolen hot pink bike had been run over and crushed by an eighteen-wheeler truck.
Not wanting to get into any trouble, Jason ran off as fast as he could to school. He was passing the huge school baseball field and was feet away from the main entrance. He must have walked the full half mile in less than 10 minutes. Covered with some dirt on his clothes and a big scratch on his cheek, he rushed into his classroom totally out of breath and flushed. The whole class stared at him in mystery. He embarrassedly took his seat. The morning bell rang and he gave a sigh of relief, he had made it to school on time.
The whole class tried to ignore Jason's attire the whole day, the teacher just casually giving him a Band-Aid to put on his cheek. He was going to be in so much trouble that it made him sick, so he tried to play along and not mention what happened. Their science lesson had just ended and surprisingly his teacher pulled him out to talk to him in the hall.
"Do you want to tell me why you are at school today?", she asked, trying to sound firm and cheerful at the same time. She did a really bad job. Jason shook his head. "Do you want to tell me why you came into class with that scratch and dirt on your clothes?" He shook his head again. "Jason, I know its hard…with your mother and all. I understand. But going to school will not help you grieve, it may just make things worse. Its only been one day, do you want me to call your fath--"
"NO!", Jason pleaded with tears forming in his eyes "Please don't call him! I want to be here!"
She got back on her feet. "Very well then. But if you want to go, just tell me." He nodded "Now get back into the classroom. Its recess time."
He did as she said and she followed, closing the door behind her. "Okay class, I have some good news and bad news. Which would you like first."
One of the more timid students in the classroom raised his hand a fourth of the way.
"Yes ,Ronald?", she asked.
"The bad…that way the good can cheer us back up."
"Okay, that makes sense. The bad news is that due to the rain from yesterday we can't have recess today." The class gave a large unison of sighs and groans. "But the good news is we can play and have free time in the class room." she finished with a smile and the class did the same. "Now you must be somewhat quiet though, just socialize and have fun until recess is over."
The whole class arose from their desks and scattered into many little bunches of children, some playing with blocks, others with toys and puzzles, Jason found himself alone as always however, he was used to it by now though. He leaned towards his desk and put his head down, he was still very tired and he knew very well he was in big trouble as soon as he was to go back to his fathers and he missed his mother so much that he DID feel like leaving. Then he heard a voice that undoubtedly was speaking to him. He looked up and saw Timothy Banker and his group of friends standing in front of his desk.
"Collingsworth? I'm talking to you." Timothy said rudely
"Oh.", Jason said, trying to get on his good side. "So how was the party?"
"That's just what I wanted to talk to you about. The party was postponed because of your…you know.."
"Really?" Jason said, trying to hide the fact that he wanted Timothy to go away so badly
"Yes. And we put the party for tonight instead, not on my real birthday like yesterday, but still a party. So you going to come?"
"I really don't think so.", he replied reluctantly.
"Oh, well why not! Is my party not good enough for you now?", Timothy said deeply offended.
"No. Its just that my father doesn't want me to go anywhere right now, he is very sad about my mom.", Jason lied.
"Then come right after school, you walk here. Its going to start at four, you can walk with us to my house."
Jason had now run out of excuses and became silent.
"Come on. You can call your father."
"My mother just died, Banker!", Jason shot out on impulse. He didn't mean to yell, he lowered his tone. "I am still very sad about it. She was my mom. She just died yesterday."
"She wanted you to go to party, Collingsworth!", Timothy snapped, Jason felt like vomiting.
"Fine.", Jason managed to say to him. "I will go."
"Then I will see you after school." Timothy said coolly, walking off with his group of friends following his every step.
. The school day ended quickly to Jason's distaste and any hopes of his father getting angry and taking him out of school early were now gone. He doubted his father even knew he was gone. He didn't get off of work until 6, that gave him a few hours to go to the party and manage to find away back home before he could notice.
He walked to Timothy's with he and his friends who followed him like zombies. He made sure he strode next to Timothy, so he would not end up being in his posy. Finally the group had found themselves in front of Timothy's nice and very big 2 story house. Jason was not at all surprised. They all walked inside to find decorations and punches and snacks all on many tables inside what looked like a party room. Everyone seemed to be having a good time except for Jason, who mainly stood watching Timothy make stupid jokes to his friends. Timothy's parents seemed to have left sometime after they had arrived at his house, but they really didn't seem to care about leaving the children by themselves, they simply left a maid to check up on them (who was upstairs busy watching soap operas)
Timothy approached Jason, "So Collingsworth, you having fun?"
"Loads of fun." Jason lied.
"Really, that's good, but I have someone who wants to meet you." Timothy said with a weird grin on his face.
"Who?"
"Erin!", Timothy called to some girl hidden in the crowd of newly arrived neighborhood kids and friends.
Jason blushed very quickly at her name, he knew Erin and had a crush on her since the 3rd grade. Then a pretty girl with deep blue eyes and shiny brown hair approached Jason.
"Hi…erm, Erin." Jason said, feeling very warm and fuzzy now, "What did you want---I mean, how come you are talking to me---I mean, no...umm…hi."
Erin put her finger over his mouth. "You don't need to talk. I wanna tell you something, can we go to the room over there?"
"Sure!", Jason blurted quickly.
She pulled his hand and pulled him through the crowd that quickly moved to the side and into this back room which was very dark and the only thing that was visible without the lights was an orange loveseat, positioned towards a TV. Erin made Jason sit down with her on it, and he was now very red.
"Jason?", Erin said sweetly.
"HUH!" Jason cried who jumped up "What!? What is it?!"
"Nothing." she smiled and pulled him back down. "Its just…I really like you." she blushed and giggled.
"You do!" Jason blurted but re said that " I mean, really? I never noticed. Usually you hang out with Timothy and them."
"Forget about them.", she nudged "All I know is that you are way better than they will ever be. You're really smart."
"Wow." Jason said absorbed in the moment. "I never knew you felt that way."
She put her hand over his thigh. "You do now. But how do you feel. I'm sure someone and cute and smart as you doesn't have the time for someone like me."
"Of coarse I like you!", he urged to her, "Its just that I have always been too shy to show it."
"Do you mean that?", she nuzzled.
"Yes, very much." Jason said totally caught up in intensity. He nuzzled her back.
"Well…would you be willing to kiss me?"
Jason felt lightheaded and found it hard to breathe. "Umm, you mean on the lips?" he said dumbly, he knew what she meant.
"Mommy and Daddy always do it. I want to know if you like me."
Jason leaned his head towards her when the lights flashed on to full power and two boys jumped up from behind the sofa, Erin ran to the side laughing, the boys lifted up a big pitcher of used gum and urine and dumped it on Jason. Jason noticed all of the kids were now in the small room and pointed and laughed at Jason, who was now in tears. Timothy was on the floor in laughter. Jason got up from the loveseat and the children threw cold water balloons at him and Timothy's friends chasing after him, spitting at him.
"You nerd!" Timothy managed to say between his laughs "Did you actually think I would invite some geek like you to one of my parties!" He began to laugh even harder now "LOSER!"
Jason turned around with red eyes and threw his fist at Timothy's nose which made him fall to the ground with a hard thud. Members of Timothy's group yelled curse words at him but Jason just kept walking to the door when a rope held by two sitting children caused him to trip and fall on his face. They just laughed even more. Jason grabbed the doorknob and stormed out of the house, soaked in tears and urine. His lip now bled from when he tripped, but he ran as far as he could from that house.
Without any help, he managed to walk all the way to his fathers house, tears still streaming down his cheeks. Forgetting to check the time, Jason furiously stormed through the front door where he was met by his father and a tall oriental man.
"YOU LITTLE BRAT!", his father yelled furiously at Jason while the Oriental man just stood and watched unmoved. "How dare you leave this house without my permission!!"
"I am so sorr--"
"SHUT UP YOU IDIOT!" he didn't even ask why or how Jason was so wet and Jason cried even more. "I have good news for you! This man is Mr. Chang, he is the headmaster at this boarding school in Tokyo, Japan. Starting tomorrow you will be living there."
"What!?", Jason asked in shock. He hadn't even lived with his dad for a day. "Mom's funeral is tomorrow morning!"
"I'm sorry. I missed the part when that was my problem! I don't need trouble makers like you ruining my life! Do you know all the damage you have done! You threw my designer robe on the ground and left it soaking wet! You left your dirty plates and pan on my kitchen counter! THEN you steal my girlfriends bike which she left in my care, had it run over by an eighteen wheeler which I am being sued about, and leave my garage door wide open! YOU ARE AN IDIOT AND I HOPE I NEVER SEE YOUR HORRID PRESENCE IN MY HOUSE AGAIN!! I already sent your things to Chang's school, he will be boarding you on a plane in one hour. Get whatever other belongings you have here and then leave now. You will not be coming here for the holidays. I talked to Mr. Chang about that."
"BUT MOM'S FUNERAL!", Jason pleaded with his knees on the ground. "I have to go to it! PLEASE! Just one more day! I BEG OF YOU!"
"She wouldn't want your delinquent self ruining her funeral. I know I wouldn't! Now get your ass in the shower, you smell like piss. Then leave!"
In 30 minutes Jason was out of his dad's home and at the airport with Mr. Chang holding his arm the whole time. His father told him to make sure Jason didn't run away.
Seconds before Jason stepped into the plane however, something caught his eye. It was a beautiful girl around his age with red hair and green eyes happily greeting some elderly people, probably grandparents, right inside the airport. Jason had a strange feeling as he watched her, he knew he had seen her before, but couldn't quite remember where. As Mr. Chang signaled him to come into the airplane Jason was sure of one thing more than anything in his life…he would see this girl again.
The Legacy Begins
Jason sat near a window at his fathers house the rest of the day. He was totally crushed that his mother was dead. It had seemed like only seconds ago that he told her how much he loved her that morning. A long pause however followed this thought. He HADN'T done that this morning. He didn't even bother to look in on his mother that morning. He was too full of his own pride and maybe if he cared just enough to look in on her…maybe she wouldn't be…
Jason started to cry even more at the thought of that. His long uniform coat was now drenched in his warm tears, Jason just had so much to cry about. The biggest cause was that his mother was dead and his whole life would now be changed forever, then another big cause was that it was his own fault that his mother may be dead, he KNEW she had very bad lung problems but refused to care when she coughed throughout the night, and then finally now he was living with his father who absolutely despised him and his mother. He didn't even seem sad that she was dead, let alone his sadness.
Earlier he had left and now came in the house, agitated with Jason's constant crying, and slopped some McDonalds fries and a burger on his fancy dining room table. Jason wanted to vomit at the thought of eating while his mother's body was being sliced up and organs being taken from her body, she was a donor.
Jason's father charged up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door. Jason couldn't care less. Then finally he remembered the party…that damned party that cost his mother her life, and to no avail, he didn't even think of asking his father to take him. He couldn't have fun anyway, his eyes were red and irritated from crying and his mouth was very dry. He turned his head to the dining room to see the warm fries steaming near the ice cold cup of Coke. Reluctantly Jason arose from his place near the window and even more reluctantly ate the food…
Jason awoke the next morning in his chair in front of the table with an empty french-fry carton and burger wrapper scattered all over the glass, he was still in his uniform from yesterday and had mustard all over his mouth. He groggily looked at the time on his watch and impulsively bulleted up the stairs and into his fathers bedroom.
"HEYD-", he stopped himself from calling him 'dad', he really did not see him as that. "What about school-, where is my uniform, and my ID, and my backback, and my---"
"What the hell are you babbling on about?", his dad said groggily while rubbing his eyes and yawning. "You go to school, your mother just died you idiot, now get back to bed."
Suddenly his old instincts came back to the boy. He glared at his father and spoke much more fierce and sharp. "I-am-going-to-school"
His father stared back equally fierce "I-don't-care. Work doesn't start for another 2 hours. Now get to bed!"
"I don't have to you idiot!", Jason snapped but then quickly regretted his words.
"GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM!" he roared and Jason quickly obeyed.
Jason rushed out of the bedroom but then quickly regained his fierceness again. "He doesn't want me to go to school, huh.", he muttered gleefully to himself. "Than that is exactly what I will do…hehe."
He had now completely forgotten about all of his sorrows from last night and got to work. He ran downstairs and into brightly lit cellar he saw his dad enter the night before. His thoughts were correct, there WAS a washer and dyer down there. He threw off his clothes and entered them into the washer with some fancy detergent he found on the top, he had washed clothes many times before. He then grabbed a towel from a near by rack, wrapped it around his waist, exited the cellar, and ran up all the way upstairs again, quickly jumping into a brief five minute shower in the bathroom. Soaking and dripping all over the place, he wrapped the towel around his waist again and back to the cellar he went, grabbing his damp clothes out of the washer and dumping them into the dryer. He threw his wet towel into the laundry chute and impulsively grabbed a robe hanging to the side of the dryer. He out of the cellar a second time and into the kitchen where he grabbed two eggs from the refrigerator, rolled up the sleeves on the robe that was 3 times his size, and scrambled them on his dads shiny steel stove. Quickly he piled them on a bowl (which was the first thing he could find) and practically swallowed them whole. He entered the cellar for the last time and grabbed his slightly damp clothes from the dryer, threw the huge robe on the ground and quickly put on his uniform. He had successfully gotten ready for school.
Now his biggest problem was getting there, he was so miserable the day before he had no idea how he had gotten to his dads house. He found a door near the cellar that led him to an oversized garage where he found his fathers nice Mercedes parked near 2 sitting bikes. Jason put himself on top of the nice leather seat of the bike but found it too big for him to pedal. Then he sat on this hot pink bike, he had no idea whose it was but found it still quite big. He quickly searched for something to improvise with and saw idol pliers lying on a metal shelf in front of the car. He reached for it and used it to adjust the seat on the very bright and eye sore of a bike. He set it to its lowest level which was still slightly too big for Jason, but close enough for him to ride. He got off and clicked a switch next to the door he had entered which caused the garage door to open with loud clanking sounds. Afraid of waking up his father, he jumped on the bike and rode off onto the sidewalk. He had hardly ever ridden a two wheel bike before, he hated going outside, but he learned very quickly as he strode off towards a main street, leaving the garage door open.
Now fear hit him as he thought of what a mess he left for his dad to find, but quickly forgot as he approached a traffic filled and busy street. A wide smile stretched across his face, he knew where he was, school was only half a mile away. He could see the outline of the campus and started to lose focus but was reminded with a fierce jolt when a young biker around his age bumped the rear of his bike which caused Jason to fly from the seat and slide across the hot sidewalk. He looked up to see it was a classmate of his that knocked him over and was strolling off ,without remorse of what he had done, off to school. Constant honking then made Jason's attention shift to the busy road where the stolen hot pink bike had been run over and crushed by an eighteen-wheeler truck.
Not wanting to get into any trouble, Jason ran off as fast as he could to school. He was passing the huge school baseball field and was feet away from the main entrance. He must have walked the full half mile in less than 10 minutes. Covered with some dirt on his clothes and a big scratch on his cheek, he rushed into his classroom totally out of breath and flushed. The whole class stared at him in mystery. He embarrassedly took his seat. The morning bell rang and he gave a sigh of relief, he had made it to school on time.
The whole class tried to ignore Jason's attire the whole day, the teacher just casually giving him a Band-Aid to put on his cheek. He was going to be in so much trouble that it made him sick, so he tried to play along and not mention what happened. Their science lesson had just ended and surprisingly his teacher pulled him out to talk to him in the hall.
"Do you want to tell me why you are at school today?", she asked, trying to sound firm and cheerful at the same time. She did a really bad job. Jason shook his head. "Do you want to tell me why you came into class with that scratch and dirt on your clothes?" He shook his head again. "Jason, I know its hard…with your mother and all. I understand. But going to school will not help you grieve, it may just make things worse. Its only been one day, do you want me to call your fath--"
"NO!", Jason pleaded with tears forming in his eyes "Please don't call him! I want to be here!"
She got back on her feet. "Very well then. But if you want to go, just tell me." He nodded "Now get back into the classroom. Its recess time."
He did as she said and she followed, closing the door behind her. "Okay class, I have some good news and bad news. Which would you like first."
One of the more timid students in the classroom raised his hand a fourth of the way.
"Yes ,Ronald?", she asked.
"The bad…that way the good can cheer us back up."
"Okay, that makes sense. The bad news is that due to the rain from yesterday we can't have recess today." The class gave a large unison of sighs and groans. "But the good news is we can play and have free time in the class room." she finished with a smile and the class did the same. "Now you must be somewhat quiet though, just socialize and have fun until recess is over."
The whole class arose from their desks and scattered into many little bunches of children, some playing with blocks, others with toys and puzzles, Jason found himself alone as always however, he was used to it by now though. He leaned towards his desk and put his head down, he was still very tired and he knew very well he was in big trouble as soon as he was to go back to his fathers and he missed his mother so much that he DID feel like leaving. Then he heard a voice that undoubtedly was speaking to him. He looked up and saw Timothy Banker and his group of friends standing in front of his desk.
"Collingsworth? I'm talking to you." Timothy said rudely
"Oh.", Jason said, trying to get on his good side. "So how was the party?"
"That's just what I wanted to talk to you about. The party was postponed because of your…you know.."
"Really?" Jason said, trying to hide the fact that he wanted Timothy to go away so badly
"Yes. And we put the party for tonight instead, not on my real birthday like yesterday, but still a party. So you going to come?"
"I really don't think so.", he replied reluctantly.
"Oh, well why not! Is my party not good enough for you now?", Timothy said deeply offended.
"No. Its just that my father doesn't want me to go anywhere right now, he is very sad about my mom.", Jason lied.
"Then come right after school, you walk here. Its going to start at four, you can walk with us to my house."
Jason had now run out of excuses and became silent.
"Come on. You can call your father."
"My mother just died, Banker!", Jason shot out on impulse. He didn't mean to yell, he lowered his tone. "I am still very sad about it. She was my mom. She just died yesterday."
"She wanted you to go to party, Collingsworth!", Timothy snapped, Jason felt like vomiting.
"Fine.", Jason managed to say to him. "I will go."
"Then I will see you after school." Timothy said coolly, walking off with his group of friends following his every step.
. The school day ended quickly to Jason's distaste and any hopes of his father getting angry and taking him out of school early were now gone. He doubted his father even knew he was gone. He didn't get off of work until 6, that gave him a few hours to go to the party and manage to find away back home before he could notice.
He walked to Timothy's with he and his friends who followed him like zombies. He made sure he strode next to Timothy, so he would not end up being in his posy. Finally the group had found themselves in front of Timothy's nice and very big 2 story house. Jason was not at all surprised. They all walked inside to find decorations and punches and snacks all on many tables inside what looked like a party room. Everyone seemed to be having a good time except for Jason, who mainly stood watching Timothy make stupid jokes to his friends. Timothy's parents seemed to have left sometime after they had arrived at his house, but they really didn't seem to care about leaving the children by themselves, they simply left a maid to check up on them (who was upstairs busy watching soap operas)
Timothy approached Jason, "So Collingsworth, you having fun?"
"Loads of fun." Jason lied.
"Really, that's good, but I have someone who wants to meet you." Timothy said with a weird grin on his face.
"Who?"
"Erin!", Timothy called to some girl hidden in the crowd of newly arrived neighborhood kids and friends.
Jason blushed very quickly at her name, he knew Erin and had a crush on her since the 3rd grade. Then a pretty girl with deep blue eyes and shiny brown hair approached Jason.
"Hi…erm, Erin." Jason said, feeling very warm and fuzzy now, "What did you want---I mean, how come you are talking to me---I mean, no...umm…hi."
Erin put her finger over his mouth. "You don't need to talk. I wanna tell you something, can we go to the room over there?"
"Sure!", Jason blurted quickly.
She pulled his hand and pulled him through the crowd that quickly moved to the side and into this back room which was very dark and the only thing that was visible without the lights was an orange loveseat, positioned towards a TV. Erin made Jason sit down with her on it, and he was now very red.
"Jason?", Erin said sweetly.
"HUH!" Jason cried who jumped up "What!? What is it?!"
"Nothing." she smiled and pulled him back down. "Its just…I really like you." she blushed and giggled.
"You do!" Jason blurted but re said that " I mean, really? I never noticed. Usually you hang out with Timothy and them."
"Forget about them.", she nudged "All I know is that you are way better than they will ever be. You're really smart."
"Wow." Jason said absorbed in the moment. "I never knew you felt that way."
She put her hand over his thigh. "You do now. But how do you feel. I'm sure someone and cute and smart as you doesn't have the time for someone like me."
"Of coarse I like you!", he urged to her, "Its just that I have always been too shy to show it."
"Do you mean that?", she nuzzled.
"Yes, very much." Jason said totally caught up in intensity. He nuzzled her back.
"Well…would you be willing to kiss me?"
Jason felt lightheaded and found it hard to breathe. "Umm, you mean on the lips?" he said dumbly, he knew what she meant.
"Mommy and Daddy always do it. I want to know if you like me."
Jason leaned his head towards her when the lights flashed on to full power and two boys jumped up from behind the sofa, Erin ran to the side laughing, the boys lifted up a big pitcher of used gum and urine and dumped it on Jason. Jason noticed all of the kids were now in the small room and pointed and laughed at Jason, who was now in tears. Timothy was on the floor in laughter. Jason got up from the loveseat and the children threw cold water balloons at him and Timothy's friends chasing after him, spitting at him.
"You nerd!" Timothy managed to say between his laughs "Did you actually think I would invite some geek like you to one of my parties!" He began to laugh even harder now "LOSER!"
Jason turned around with red eyes and threw his fist at Timothy's nose which made him fall to the ground with a hard thud. Members of Timothy's group yelled curse words at him but Jason just kept walking to the door when a rope held by two sitting children caused him to trip and fall on his face. They just laughed even more. Jason grabbed the doorknob and stormed out of the house, soaked in tears and urine. His lip now bled from when he tripped, but he ran as far as he could from that house.
Without any help, he managed to walk all the way to his fathers house, tears still streaming down his cheeks. Forgetting to check the time, Jason furiously stormed through the front door where he was met by his father and a tall oriental man.
"YOU LITTLE BRAT!", his father yelled furiously at Jason while the Oriental man just stood and watched unmoved. "How dare you leave this house without my permission!!"
"I am so sorr--"
"SHUT UP YOU IDIOT!" he didn't even ask why or how Jason was so wet and Jason cried even more. "I have good news for you! This man is Mr. Chang, he is the headmaster at this boarding school in Tokyo, Japan. Starting tomorrow you will be living there."
"What!?", Jason asked in shock. He hadn't even lived with his dad for a day. "Mom's funeral is tomorrow morning!"
"I'm sorry. I missed the part when that was my problem! I don't need trouble makers like you ruining my life! Do you know all the damage you have done! You threw my designer robe on the ground and left it soaking wet! You left your dirty plates and pan on my kitchen counter! THEN you steal my girlfriends bike which she left in my care, had it run over by an eighteen wheeler which I am being sued about, and leave my garage door wide open! YOU ARE AN IDIOT AND I HOPE I NEVER SEE YOUR HORRID PRESENCE IN MY HOUSE AGAIN!! I already sent your things to Chang's school, he will be boarding you on a plane in one hour. Get whatever other belongings you have here and then leave now. You will not be coming here for the holidays. I talked to Mr. Chang about that."
"BUT MOM'S FUNERAL!", Jason pleaded with his knees on the ground. "I have to go to it! PLEASE! Just one more day! I BEG OF YOU!"
"She wouldn't want your delinquent self ruining her funeral. I know I wouldn't! Now get your ass in the shower, you smell like piss. Then leave!"
In 30 minutes Jason was out of his dad's home and at the airport with Mr. Chang holding his arm the whole time. His father told him to make sure Jason didn't run away.
Seconds before Jason stepped into the plane however, something caught his eye. It was a beautiful girl around his age with red hair and green eyes happily greeting some elderly people, probably grandparents, right inside the airport. Jason had a strange feeling as he watched her, he knew he had seen her before, but couldn't quite remember where. As Mr. Chang signaled him to come into the airplane Jason was sure of one thing more than anything in his life…he would see this girl again.
