I never really got Jason out of my life.
We worked on our project in the library. It was my idea. I liked the library because it was quiet, and the librarian was mean. No one liked to anger the librarian. So everyone stayed quiet.
I had been hoping that Jason would work on the project and get on with his life. Leave me alone, never speak to me again.
I had been hoping that he would let me do my part of the project and he would do his. We wouldn't talk much, if at all, and it would be like we were never partnered.
Jason apparently didn't get the memo.
"We should work on this at my house." He had whispered to me one day.
"Why?" I would whisper back. I liked the library. What was wrong with the library?
"Because we can talk at my house."
I didn't know that not being able to really talk was upsetting to him. Maybe he was trying to be my friend.
I wouldn't let that happen. Couldn't let that happen. I felt like it would be betraying Bianca, like throwing her away because I found someone better.
But he wasn't better. No one ever would be.
So I denied the several invitations to his house. I ignored the hurt look in his eyes each time I said no. I continued my project silently, and he worked on his.
It was due in a week.
This had only been day two.
By day three, he kept inviting me to his house. As usual, I kept my silent oath to Bianca. I kept denying the invitations. I kept using lame excuses.
But he never really quit insisting.
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