A/N: Don't know if anyone cares. . . but I figured I should update this
story. It's an incredibly short chapter, and wasn't beta read. There may
be mistakes. . . it's really late. Yes. Let's use that as a reason for my
lack of ability. Please read and review. Reviews are nice. I like
reviews. It's late and I'm rambling. I'm stopping now. Did I mention. .
. please review? :)
Caitie ran out of the classroom as soon as detention was over. Jamie watched her image quickly disappear from his view. Caitie walked feverishly down the hallway, until she bumped into someone.
"Watch where you're going!" she yelled in an annoyed voice.
"Sorry Caitie." Jason offered an apologetic smile.
"Oh." Caitie slightly blushed. "I didn't mean, I just have . . . things on my mind." She was never great at admitting fault, but she hoped her message got through clearly.
"It's okay. What are you doing here? School let out awhile ago," Jason stated looking at his wristwatch.
"Detention. You?"
"Practice," Jason replied matching Caitie's short responses. "Listen, do you want to . . . do something?" he asked hopefully.
Caitie averted Jason's warm eyes. "Not today."
Jason nodded in response, with a slight look of disappointment written across his face. Caitie smiled quickly.
"Next time then?" Jason asked taking her smile as a sign of prospect.
"Sure." Caitie waved and headed towards the main entrance. She exited the large doors. Caitie walked past the main gates and headed towards the football field. She headed towards her place of comfort, the bleachers.
*
As Jamie was leaving the detention room, he overheard the conversation between Caitie and Jason from the end of the hallway. He commenced walking as soon as Caitie and Jason left. He slowly dragged his boots across the tiled floor. He dreaded going to the station yet knew his absence would be reason enough for Alex to wreak havoc on his life. Thoughts of Jason ran through his head. He didn't know why some jock like Jason would ask Caitie out. His kind . . . they were too popular to appreciate her uniqueness. It was . . . just not done.
'She's too . . . accepting of this,' he thought to himself. Jamie knew that Caitie would normally scoff at the idea of dating a dimwitted stereotypical jock. He wondered why she was suddenly open to the notion of dating someone like him. He ran his hand through his dark brown hair.
Jamie knew deep down inside, Caitie's actions might be a vain attempt to prove to herself she was okay. He wondered what was worse . . . Caitie acting out of character to prove her stability to everyone, including herself. . .or if she was truly interested in him. Jamie shook his head, trying to rid himself of such thoughts.
Caitie ran out of the classroom as soon as detention was over. Jamie watched her image quickly disappear from his view. Caitie walked feverishly down the hallway, until she bumped into someone.
"Watch where you're going!" she yelled in an annoyed voice.
"Sorry Caitie." Jason offered an apologetic smile.
"Oh." Caitie slightly blushed. "I didn't mean, I just have . . . things on my mind." She was never great at admitting fault, but she hoped her message got through clearly.
"It's okay. What are you doing here? School let out awhile ago," Jason stated looking at his wristwatch.
"Detention. You?"
"Practice," Jason replied matching Caitie's short responses. "Listen, do you want to . . . do something?" he asked hopefully.
Caitie averted Jason's warm eyes. "Not today."
Jason nodded in response, with a slight look of disappointment written across his face. Caitie smiled quickly.
"Next time then?" Jason asked taking her smile as a sign of prospect.
"Sure." Caitie waved and headed towards the main entrance. She exited the large doors. Caitie walked past the main gates and headed towards the football field. She headed towards her place of comfort, the bleachers.
*
As Jamie was leaving the detention room, he overheard the conversation between Caitie and Jason from the end of the hallway. He commenced walking as soon as Caitie and Jason left. He slowly dragged his boots across the tiled floor. He dreaded going to the station yet knew his absence would be reason enough for Alex to wreak havoc on his life. Thoughts of Jason ran through his head. He didn't know why some jock like Jason would ask Caitie out. His kind . . . they were too popular to appreciate her uniqueness. It was . . . just not done.
'She's too . . . accepting of this,' he thought to himself. Jamie knew that Caitie would normally scoff at the idea of dating a dimwitted stereotypical jock. He wondered why she was suddenly open to the notion of dating someone like him. He ran his hand through his dark brown hair.
Jamie knew deep down inside, Caitie's actions might be a vain attempt to prove to herself she was okay. He wondered what was worse . . . Caitie acting out of character to prove her stability to everyone, including herself. . .or if she was truly interested in him. Jamie shook his head, trying to rid himself of such thoughts.
