A/N: Ok, let me just say one thing... Can you people please get it right?!
I'm sick and tired of reading IAHB fics that always have Caitie's name
spelled wrong! And I'm sick of getting E-mails about my fics saying I've
spelled it wrong!!! It's CaItie! Not Catie!!!! Get it right! I have
most of the episodes taped, and on the openeing credits it always shows a
pic of Caitie and says "Jackie Rosenbaum as Caitie" AND, in the one
episode where Val and Caitie write their essays for the contest about
eachother, at the bottom of her essay, Caitie signs her name CAITIE! AND,
in the CLOSED CAPTIONING it spells it as CAITIE!!!! STILL don't believe
me?! Then do a search on the internet for it! It'll say her name's
spelled CAITIE! STILL don't believe me? Then get a life! (Lord knows I
need one) -_-' *sigh* Sorry if this seems like such a minor thing to
get so upset about, but it's just that ever since Disney abandoned them,
I've kind of adopted the characters myself, using them for everything and
anything, including fanfics, roll playing, and school papers, and it just
annoys me so much when someone calls themself a bigger IAHB fan than me and
can't even spell one of the main character's names right...Anyway, sorry if
this offends anyone, I didn't mean it to be offensive, I just wanted to see
Caitie's name spelled right for once -_-' Anyway, thank you, now onto
chapter three...
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I walked to geography alone today. Jamie was still sore at me for deciding to go out with Jason, and he hadn't spoken to me all day. Why was he so mad? My dream had finally come true, the least he could do was be happy for me. I walked through the door, before the bell for once, and quietly made it to my desk. I chanced a glance in Jamie's direction, but he kept his head down, staring at some paper in front of him.
I sighed and began rumaging through my folder for the information on Brazil I had printed out last night on my computer.
"Hey, Kitten!" I nearly jumped out of my skin when Jason suddenly appeared behind me with his arm around my shoulders.
"God, don't scare me like that!" I whispered to him.
"Aw, I'm sorry! So how's my girlfriend doing today?"
"Oh...ah...fine," I stammered. Girlfriend? Since when did I become his girlfriend? Today was only our first date! I felt his fingers lightly twisting the ends of my long, dark hair as he leaned forward, curiously looking at my papers.
"Oh, you scored some info off the net? That's cool. I was going to do that, but my printer stopped working." He moved his face closer to mine as he continued flipping through my notes, and I sunk down farther in my chair. He really was starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
Suddenly there was a loud smack and Jason quickly withdrew his arm from around me. "Ow! Shit!" he cursed, rubbing the red mark on his hand.
I turned around to see Mrs. Wolland standing behind us, her ruler clutched firmly in her hands. "Profanity and sexual contact are *not* allowed in my classroom, Mr. Rendleman. I'd appriciate it if you avoided it in the future. You're supposed to be working on your reports, not your love lives. Save that for your own time. Now get to work, go on."
"Fine," Jason rolled his eyes. "After school," he whispered softly in my ear before he pulled his desk over and began organizing our information as if nothing had just happened, leaving an akward silence between us. What have I gotten myself into? Looking back over at Jamie, I finally caught his gaze. He looked genuinely hurt.
I felt a pang of sadness when Jamie quickly turned away. Maybe he was right, maybe I was in this too deep...I glanced at the clock. Only forty minutes left till the end of class...maybe I could think of something, could find some good excuse to get myself out of this...But of course, the other half of my concience interviened. What was I doing? There was nothing wrong with Jason. Maybe he was tired of all the preppy chearleaders and decided he'd try someone more like him...right...and since he was used to all the sluts who enjoyed fast-movers, he didn't know how to act infront of me, and that explained everything...yeah...
I knew it was pretty unlikely, but no matter what odd stories my brain came up with, I had made my decision. I wouldn't break my date with Jason for anything, not even for Jamie.
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*Brrring!*
The sound of the bell, strangely magnified, reverberated through the four walls of the small classroom, sending chills down my spine.
Jason got up and cheerfully filed all the papers in his folder. He tapped the desktop in front of me twice and smiled. "I'll meet your down at your locker in a tick, deal?" And with that, he joined the line of students rushiong to get out the door to enjoy the freedom of the weekend.
I headed towards Jamie who was laughing and joking with Jake Menold. "Hey," I greeted softly, not sure of his reaction. But he proceded to carry on with Jake, completely ignoring me. "Jamie...!" Jake nodded towards me, and looked confusedly back and forth between the two of us, though Jamie still refused to give me the time of day. "Fine," I scoffed." I don't know what crawled up your ass, but it's up to you to deal with it. So long *Jake*." I stuck my tongue out at Jamie and left without a second glance back.
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I roughly forced all my needed books into my bookbag, still fuming over Jamie's attitude toward this whole date thing. I really wish I knew what he was so pissed about. Sure, Jason may *look* like "bad company" with his chains and piercings, but that didn't necisarilly mean he *was*. He wanted to be known as a punk and was just living up tot he standards.
"So..."
Once again I was startled by Jason's sudden appearance. "So...er...what?" I couldn't keep myself from blushing.
"...So what would you like to do?"
"I...on our date?"
"Yeah..."
"Oh, I don't care...it's up t o you..." I bit my tongue a little too late. Maybe I shouldn't have said that...
"Ok..." he shrugged. "I would have planned something, it's just that all the other chicks I've gone out with knew exactly where they wanted to go and what they wanted to do..."
My heart soared with this news! Ah ha! So my little theory was at least part way true! He wasn't used to dating honest, sincere girls! I almost completely relaxed at once. Jamie's fears had been entirely misplaced.
"So...then...how about a movie?" He suggested.
"Ok," I quickly agreed.
"What one?"
"Erm..."
"Oh, come on, don't leave *everything* up to me," he rolled his eyes.
"Ok then, what about..." My mind had completely gone blank. I tried vainly to wrack my brain to think of one good movie that was playing, one that wouldn't make me look like a dork...was Lord of the Rings a "cool" movie? Oh, I don't know! Curse my anti-sociality! "What about The Ring?" I threw out at the last second. Was that a good choice? I looked up at him expectantly.
"Sure," he smiled, and I sighed with relief. "That works. I'll tell you what, why don't you run by your house real quick to drop off your stuff or change your clothes or whatnot and meet me at the theatre at four...or would you rather have me come pick you up?"
"Uh, I'll just meet you there," I answered.
"Cool," Jason shrugged. "That's probably best, as both my car and my lisence got suspended. Of course I could always find a nice car to swipe, if you'd prefer..." his eyes glinted mischeviously.
"No, no, that's ok," I quickly refused. The last thing I need was for him to suddenly pop up at my house in a stolen car, especially with both my parents gone on a business trip. Actually, I wasn't 100% sure I could trust him yet. Something in the very back, deep, dark corners of my mind kept stirring up bad feelings and vibes. I was so glad he suggested going to a movie rather than some long romantic picnic on some deserted beach where anyone could be easilly raped. "So, uh...I'll see you there in an hour," I ended the conversation. He nodded and went his separate ways.
I let out the breath I had been subconciously holding in and inwardly scolded myself for being so nurotic as I snagged my things and left.
With my bookbag slung over my shoulder, I used the side of my arm to push open the door, stepped down the three front steps, and started towards the direction of my house. I didn't usually walk home, Jamie would normally give me a lift there on his motorcycle, but since we obviously weren't on speaking terms...Oh well, it didn't matter much anyway. My house was only a few blocks away, and it wouldn't kill me to get some exercise...
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In only a few minutes i was standing on the doorstep of my small, single level brick house. I slipped the door keys, which were held together with a blue "Save A Tree, Eat A Beaver!" keychain, from my back jeans pocket ant opened the door. I sighed embarassedly as even more paint flaked off the already almost rotting door, and shrugged hopelessly, just thankful that Jason couldn't see it. Stepping inside and letting the screen door slam shut behind me, I dumped my stuff on the dingy green couch and hurried off to my room to choose an outfit to wear.
Opening my messy closet, I looked around for something to pick out. After much depate, I finally decided on a purple plastic-like vinal type mini skirt, black fishnet tights, a black turtleneck sweater, and a purple sleeveless vest-jacket thing which matched my skirt. Checking my reflection in the mirror, I flicked a strand of my limp black hair over my shoulder, wishing to death I looked prettier and wondering what in the world Jason saw in me. Oh well, no time to dwell on it now, I would have to leave now if I wanted to make it to the theatre before the movie started. It would be somewhat of a walk, especially in the black high- heeled boots I was planning to wear...But somehow I'd manage. If I cut across a few people's lawns and took a few shortcuts, it wouldn't be too much of a hassle. I did consider taking my bike or my blades, but having to lug them around everythere was more trouble than it was worth. I finally just decided to hike off as is, and, dropping my house keys into my jacket pocket and grabbing my little puple mini back pack, I slipped into my shoes and left the house, starting in the direction of the movie theatre.
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"There you are," Jason smiled as I walked up to him, standing on the curb outside the theatre. "You took your time, but the finished product was worth the wait."
I blushed and looked down at my boots. Jason had changed clothes too. Now he was wearing a green torn-sleeve street style shirt witha white skull and crossbones on the back, and several band patches on the front, including a Blink-182, Limp Bizcut, and a Korn one. He still had on the same black cargo pants though.
"Well, hey, come on, we're going to miss the beginning of the movie," Jason motioned for me to follow him as he pulled open the glass door of the cinema.
He leaned casually on the ticket counter in front of the cashier, a tall teenage guy with reddish brown hair and blue-green eyes. I was pretty sure I had seen him at school before. "Two for The Ring, Steve," Jason winked and nodded, dropping a ten dollar bill on the table top.
"Oh, I've got money-" I quickly interjected.
"Nah, save it, my treat," Jason refused.
"Erm...ok..." I shrugged akwardly.
Steve, the theatre employee who had to be friends with Jason, smirked at him as he took the money and gave him two pieces of white paper. I noticed his eyes flicker towards me for a instant, then back to Jason. "That's...?" He talked in a low voice, barely understandable from my position.
Jason quickly nodded.
"Score!" Steve grinned mischeviously. "Dude, that's perfect! He'll-"
Jason noticed me watching them closely and immediantly cut him off. "Yeah, completely...I'll catch ya later."
"Ok, so long, Jay," Steve smiled as Jason led me down the hall toward the fourth cinema. He pushed open the door and together we walked down the dark aisle way between the two sections of seats and took two chairs somewhere near the middle of the room. We arrived just in time, because once we got comfortable, the opening previews ended and the movie began. There weren't very many other people in the theatre, only about nine or ten, which was understandable, considering that The Ring had been out for almost a month, and just about everyone had gone to see it on the first week.
The movie began with some strange disturbing black and white silent student film that really haunted your thoughts and put you on edge. Before I knew it, I was completely lost in the movie, marveling at the mystery and ingenius of it all.
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"My wife was not supposed to have a child!" I watched in horror as Mr. Morgan climbed into the water-filled bathtub, all the electrical wires plugged into the extension outlet hanging around his neck, knkowing full well what his intent was, but...he couldn't, he wouldn't...would he? I jumped and cringed as he switched on the extention outlet, electrocuting himself. My God!
I was so on edge from this movie that I nearly screamed out loud when I felt Jason put his arm around me. He laughed at my reaction, giving me a little squeeze. My heart began pounding so loud I supposed he could hear it. The movie forgotton, all my thoughts focused on Jason and his arm, wondering what on Earth I could do if he tried grabbing something he shouldn't...I waited a minute, all tensed up, but his hand never moved any lower than my shoulder. I relaxed and leaned a little closer to him. Still nothing. Of course! Jason's never been anything less than nice to me, a perfect gentleman. I don't know how I could have ever thought his intentions could be...like that. Jamie was a nimrod and I was one too for letting what he said bother me so much. I completely relaxed and went back to enjoying the movie. Jason was the perfect boyfriend.
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Finally the movie was over with a rather cliff hanger-like ending that really creeped me out. I stood up and stretched, brushing down my mini skirt. Jason joined me, cracking his knuckles and running his fingers through his bleached spiked hair.
"That was a good movie," I smiled cheerfully.
Jason quickly agreed with me. "Yeah, it was...didn't have any cheap fake- looking effects like most the other scary movies. It was cool." He grinned and checked his watch. "Six O'clock...you got a set time you gotta be home?" he said almost teasingly.
"Oh, pul-eaze," I laughed with him. "Not tonight...my parents are out of the country."
"Cool," he nodded, stepping out into the aisle way. "Then would you like to get something to eat?"
"Well...I'm not really that hungry...but-"
"Ok, then how about some dessert? We can get some ice cream from Dairy Queen, if you'd like," he suggested.
"Sure."
"Ok." He put his arm around my shoulders once again, much in the same way Jamie did, and walked with me towards the exit.
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For the second time, Jason refused to let me pay for myself. He had bought us both ice cream cones, and now we were walking leasurely along main street, talking and eating peacefully.
"So, uh...when did you get that?" I asked, pointing to his nose ring, trying to make conversation.
He laughed, such a sweet sound. "In the eighth grade. Parents weren't too thrilled about it, but buff them."
We waited for the traffic light to change, then we crossed the street, looking at all the dimly-lit windows, the stores all closed for the night. We threw away our garbage from our dessert, then Jason cleared his throat and spoke. "So, ah...eight-sixteen...you've got three choices..."
Thinking he meant three different things we could do before our date ended, I smiled impishly and asked what they were.
"A: My place, B: Yours, or C: A hotel."
"Woah!" I stepped in front of him and turned around to face him, not sure if he was just joking or not. "Excuse me?!"
He stopped and looked me over, a disappointed look on his face. "You really are a virgin, aren't you?"
"What?!" was all I could spit out.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Never mind..." A devilish smile snaked across his lips. "C'mon, I'll show you what it's like."
And he grabbed my arm and dragged me into the nearby dark alley way.
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A/N: Third chap done...I was getting too attatched to Jason at the beginning of this chapter, so I just made him like all the bands I absolutely hate ^_^ Now I'm ready to make him the villain of the story :-P Please R/R, if you have any kindness in you at all :)
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I walked to geography alone today. Jamie was still sore at me for deciding to go out with Jason, and he hadn't spoken to me all day. Why was he so mad? My dream had finally come true, the least he could do was be happy for me. I walked through the door, before the bell for once, and quietly made it to my desk. I chanced a glance in Jamie's direction, but he kept his head down, staring at some paper in front of him.
I sighed and began rumaging through my folder for the information on Brazil I had printed out last night on my computer.
"Hey, Kitten!" I nearly jumped out of my skin when Jason suddenly appeared behind me with his arm around my shoulders.
"God, don't scare me like that!" I whispered to him.
"Aw, I'm sorry! So how's my girlfriend doing today?"
"Oh...ah...fine," I stammered. Girlfriend? Since when did I become his girlfriend? Today was only our first date! I felt his fingers lightly twisting the ends of my long, dark hair as he leaned forward, curiously looking at my papers.
"Oh, you scored some info off the net? That's cool. I was going to do that, but my printer stopped working." He moved his face closer to mine as he continued flipping through my notes, and I sunk down farther in my chair. He really was starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
Suddenly there was a loud smack and Jason quickly withdrew his arm from around me. "Ow! Shit!" he cursed, rubbing the red mark on his hand.
I turned around to see Mrs. Wolland standing behind us, her ruler clutched firmly in her hands. "Profanity and sexual contact are *not* allowed in my classroom, Mr. Rendleman. I'd appriciate it if you avoided it in the future. You're supposed to be working on your reports, not your love lives. Save that for your own time. Now get to work, go on."
"Fine," Jason rolled his eyes. "After school," he whispered softly in my ear before he pulled his desk over and began organizing our information as if nothing had just happened, leaving an akward silence between us. What have I gotten myself into? Looking back over at Jamie, I finally caught his gaze. He looked genuinely hurt.
I felt a pang of sadness when Jamie quickly turned away. Maybe he was right, maybe I was in this too deep...I glanced at the clock. Only forty minutes left till the end of class...maybe I could think of something, could find some good excuse to get myself out of this...But of course, the other half of my concience interviened. What was I doing? There was nothing wrong with Jason. Maybe he was tired of all the preppy chearleaders and decided he'd try someone more like him...right...and since he was used to all the sluts who enjoyed fast-movers, he didn't know how to act infront of me, and that explained everything...yeah...
I knew it was pretty unlikely, but no matter what odd stories my brain came up with, I had made my decision. I wouldn't break my date with Jason for anything, not even for Jamie.
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*Brrring!*
The sound of the bell, strangely magnified, reverberated through the four walls of the small classroom, sending chills down my spine.
Jason got up and cheerfully filed all the papers in his folder. He tapped the desktop in front of me twice and smiled. "I'll meet your down at your locker in a tick, deal?" And with that, he joined the line of students rushiong to get out the door to enjoy the freedom of the weekend.
I headed towards Jamie who was laughing and joking with Jake Menold. "Hey," I greeted softly, not sure of his reaction. But he proceded to carry on with Jake, completely ignoring me. "Jamie...!" Jake nodded towards me, and looked confusedly back and forth between the two of us, though Jamie still refused to give me the time of day. "Fine," I scoffed." I don't know what crawled up your ass, but it's up to you to deal with it. So long *Jake*." I stuck my tongue out at Jamie and left without a second glance back.
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I roughly forced all my needed books into my bookbag, still fuming over Jamie's attitude toward this whole date thing. I really wish I knew what he was so pissed about. Sure, Jason may *look* like "bad company" with his chains and piercings, but that didn't necisarilly mean he *was*. He wanted to be known as a punk and was just living up tot he standards.
"So..."
Once again I was startled by Jason's sudden appearance. "So...er...what?" I couldn't keep myself from blushing.
"...So what would you like to do?"
"I...on our date?"
"Yeah..."
"Oh, I don't care...it's up t o you..." I bit my tongue a little too late. Maybe I shouldn't have said that...
"Ok..." he shrugged. "I would have planned something, it's just that all the other chicks I've gone out with knew exactly where they wanted to go and what they wanted to do..."
My heart soared with this news! Ah ha! So my little theory was at least part way true! He wasn't used to dating honest, sincere girls! I almost completely relaxed at once. Jamie's fears had been entirely misplaced.
"So...then...how about a movie?" He suggested.
"Ok," I quickly agreed.
"What one?"
"Erm..."
"Oh, come on, don't leave *everything* up to me," he rolled his eyes.
"Ok then, what about..." My mind had completely gone blank. I tried vainly to wrack my brain to think of one good movie that was playing, one that wouldn't make me look like a dork...was Lord of the Rings a "cool" movie? Oh, I don't know! Curse my anti-sociality! "What about The Ring?" I threw out at the last second. Was that a good choice? I looked up at him expectantly.
"Sure," he smiled, and I sighed with relief. "That works. I'll tell you what, why don't you run by your house real quick to drop off your stuff or change your clothes or whatnot and meet me at the theatre at four...or would you rather have me come pick you up?"
"Uh, I'll just meet you there," I answered.
"Cool," Jason shrugged. "That's probably best, as both my car and my lisence got suspended. Of course I could always find a nice car to swipe, if you'd prefer..." his eyes glinted mischeviously.
"No, no, that's ok," I quickly refused. The last thing I need was for him to suddenly pop up at my house in a stolen car, especially with both my parents gone on a business trip. Actually, I wasn't 100% sure I could trust him yet. Something in the very back, deep, dark corners of my mind kept stirring up bad feelings and vibes. I was so glad he suggested going to a movie rather than some long romantic picnic on some deserted beach where anyone could be easilly raped. "So, uh...I'll see you there in an hour," I ended the conversation. He nodded and went his separate ways.
I let out the breath I had been subconciously holding in and inwardly scolded myself for being so nurotic as I snagged my things and left.
With my bookbag slung over my shoulder, I used the side of my arm to push open the door, stepped down the three front steps, and started towards the direction of my house. I didn't usually walk home, Jamie would normally give me a lift there on his motorcycle, but since we obviously weren't on speaking terms...Oh well, it didn't matter much anyway. My house was only a few blocks away, and it wouldn't kill me to get some exercise...
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In only a few minutes i was standing on the doorstep of my small, single level brick house. I slipped the door keys, which were held together with a blue "Save A Tree, Eat A Beaver!" keychain, from my back jeans pocket ant opened the door. I sighed embarassedly as even more paint flaked off the already almost rotting door, and shrugged hopelessly, just thankful that Jason couldn't see it. Stepping inside and letting the screen door slam shut behind me, I dumped my stuff on the dingy green couch and hurried off to my room to choose an outfit to wear.
Opening my messy closet, I looked around for something to pick out. After much depate, I finally decided on a purple plastic-like vinal type mini skirt, black fishnet tights, a black turtleneck sweater, and a purple sleeveless vest-jacket thing which matched my skirt. Checking my reflection in the mirror, I flicked a strand of my limp black hair over my shoulder, wishing to death I looked prettier and wondering what in the world Jason saw in me. Oh well, no time to dwell on it now, I would have to leave now if I wanted to make it to the theatre before the movie started. It would be somewhat of a walk, especially in the black high- heeled boots I was planning to wear...But somehow I'd manage. If I cut across a few people's lawns and took a few shortcuts, it wouldn't be too much of a hassle. I did consider taking my bike or my blades, but having to lug them around everythere was more trouble than it was worth. I finally just decided to hike off as is, and, dropping my house keys into my jacket pocket and grabbing my little puple mini back pack, I slipped into my shoes and left the house, starting in the direction of the movie theatre.
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"There you are," Jason smiled as I walked up to him, standing on the curb outside the theatre. "You took your time, but the finished product was worth the wait."
I blushed and looked down at my boots. Jason had changed clothes too. Now he was wearing a green torn-sleeve street style shirt witha white skull and crossbones on the back, and several band patches on the front, including a Blink-182, Limp Bizcut, and a Korn one. He still had on the same black cargo pants though.
"Well, hey, come on, we're going to miss the beginning of the movie," Jason motioned for me to follow him as he pulled open the glass door of the cinema.
He leaned casually on the ticket counter in front of the cashier, a tall teenage guy with reddish brown hair and blue-green eyes. I was pretty sure I had seen him at school before. "Two for The Ring, Steve," Jason winked and nodded, dropping a ten dollar bill on the table top.
"Oh, I've got money-" I quickly interjected.
"Nah, save it, my treat," Jason refused.
"Erm...ok..." I shrugged akwardly.
Steve, the theatre employee who had to be friends with Jason, smirked at him as he took the money and gave him two pieces of white paper. I noticed his eyes flicker towards me for a instant, then back to Jason. "That's...?" He talked in a low voice, barely understandable from my position.
Jason quickly nodded.
"Score!" Steve grinned mischeviously. "Dude, that's perfect! He'll-"
Jason noticed me watching them closely and immediantly cut him off. "Yeah, completely...I'll catch ya later."
"Ok, so long, Jay," Steve smiled as Jason led me down the hall toward the fourth cinema. He pushed open the door and together we walked down the dark aisle way between the two sections of seats and took two chairs somewhere near the middle of the room. We arrived just in time, because once we got comfortable, the opening previews ended and the movie began. There weren't very many other people in the theatre, only about nine or ten, which was understandable, considering that The Ring had been out for almost a month, and just about everyone had gone to see it on the first week.
The movie began with some strange disturbing black and white silent student film that really haunted your thoughts and put you on edge. Before I knew it, I was completely lost in the movie, marveling at the mystery and ingenius of it all.
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"My wife was not supposed to have a child!" I watched in horror as Mr. Morgan climbed into the water-filled bathtub, all the electrical wires plugged into the extension outlet hanging around his neck, knkowing full well what his intent was, but...he couldn't, he wouldn't...would he? I jumped and cringed as he switched on the extention outlet, electrocuting himself. My God!
I was so on edge from this movie that I nearly screamed out loud when I felt Jason put his arm around me. He laughed at my reaction, giving me a little squeeze. My heart began pounding so loud I supposed he could hear it. The movie forgotton, all my thoughts focused on Jason and his arm, wondering what on Earth I could do if he tried grabbing something he shouldn't...I waited a minute, all tensed up, but his hand never moved any lower than my shoulder. I relaxed and leaned a little closer to him. Still nothing. Of course! Jason's never been anything less than nice to me, a perfect gentleman. I don't know how I could have ever thought his intentions could be...like that. Jamie was a nimrod and I was one too for letting what he said bother me so much. I completely relaxed and went back to enjoying the movie. Jason was the perfect boyfriend.
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Finally the movie was over with a rather cliff hanger-like ending that really creeped me out. I stood up and stretched, brushing down my mini skirt. Jason joined me, cracking his knuckles and running his fingers through his bleached spiked hair.
"That was a good movie," I smiled cheerfully.
Jason quickly agreed with me. "Yeah, it was...didn't have any cheap fake- looking effects like most the other scary movies. It was cool." He grinned and checked his watch. "Six O'clock...you got a set time you gotta be home?" he said almost teasingly.
"Oh, pul-eaze," I laughed with him. "Not tonight...my parents are out of the country."
"Cool," he nodded, stepping out into the aisle way. "Then would you like to get something to eat?"
"Well...I'm not really that hungry...but-"
"Ok, then how about some dessert? We can get some ice cream from Dairy Queen, if you'd like," he suggested.
"Sure."
"Ok." He put his arm around my shoulders once again, much in the same way Jamie did, and walked with me towards the exit.
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For the second time, Jason refused to let me pay for myself. He had bought us both ice cream cones, and now we were walking leasurely along main street, talking and eating peacefully.
"So, uh...when did you get that?" I asked, pointing to his nose ring, trying to make conversation.
He laughed, such a sweet sound. "In the eighth grade. Parents weren't too thrilled about it, but buff them."
We waited for the traffic light to change, then we crossed the street, looking at all the dimly-lit windows, the stores all closed for the night. We threw away our garbage from our dessert, then Jason cleared his throat and spoke. "So, ah...eight-sixteen...you've got three choices..."
Thinking he meant three different things we could do before our date ended, I smiled impishly and asked what they were.
"A: My place, B: Yours, or C: A hotel."
"Woah!" I stepped in front of him and turned around to face him, not sure if he was just joking or not. "Excuse me?!"
He stopped and looked me over, a disappointed look on his face. "You really are a virgin, aren't you?"
"What?!" was all I could spit out.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Never mind..." A devilish smile snaked across his lips. "C'mon, I'll show you what it's like."
And he grabbed my arm and dragged me into the nearby dark alley way.
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A/N: Third chap done...I was getting too attatched to Jason at the beginning of this chapter, so I just made him like all the bands I absolutely hate ^_^ Now I'm ready to make him the villain of the story :-P Please R/R, if you have any kindness in you at all :)