My name's Elissa. Elissa Hollinrake. Most girls would kill to be popular, to be pretty and well known and adored by everyone in the year. I'm not one of them. But I am well known. Well known for being an easy target for bullies. Well known for having moved schools several times in the past four years. And well known for having a drug addict father and a mother with cancer. My calls for help always fall short, but this time, I'm telling my story to the world.


8. Drastic

Dinner was eaten in stoney silence. I didn't talk to Jason. Jason didn't talk to me. We both chatted with my mum now and again, but not to each other. Unfortunately, it seemed like I'd really upset Jason with the comments I'd made, and it looked as if he was using the silent treatment on me as my punishment. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't block the feeling that I had to do something brave to make him forgive me, or even look at me without giving me the feeling that I was in the dog house.

Once we'd finished dinner, I offered to wash up, allowing mum to go upstair and have a hot bath. Jason put himself on drying duty, still not looking at me in the same way that he had before. I let my mind wander as I made circular motions with the scrubbing brush across the dirty plates. Surely there was something I could do to make him forgive me.

"Jason," I began, waiting for some kind of recognision. He stared out of the window, still not looking at me. "Jason."

"What, Elissa?" he snapped suddenly. I was taken aback, not sure whether or not to proceed with my original plan.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry about earlier. I can tell that I've upset you, and I just wanted you to know that I never intended on upsetting you," I said, quietly confident that he would listen to me. But he laughed. My confidence faded.

"I'm not upset, Elissa. I'm insulted that you don't trust me," he said. I quickly looked away from him. "Elissa, you know that I would never hurt you."

"Do I? Do I really know that you won't hurt me, Jason?" I asked. he didn't reply. "Exactly. You don't even know what you would do in the heat of it all." I heard Jason put the plate he was drying down as he physically turned to face me.

"Elissa, I don't know what I'd do in a heated situation, but I know that I wouldn't hit you. I might hurt your feelings, but I would never hit you."

"That's what my dad used to say. Look at him now. He's a drug addict and has hit me more times than I can count. You don't know what you'll turn out like."

"Elissa..." Jason trailed off.

I looked him straight in the eyes. There was something in his eyes, something that told me he wasn't lying, and in that split second, I did something drastic. Something I can never take back.

I kissed Jason. Grabbing hold of the front of his shirt, I physically dragged him towards me, and crushed his lips against my own. It felt amazing. He didn't resist. He seemed to enjoy it, in fact, pulling me closer and pushing me against the kitchen work top. I can still feel his hands on my back, on my neck, his fingers running through my hair. Gosh, it was brilliant.

Jason pulled away first. I looked at him, puzzled.

"What?" I asked. Jason smiled.

"I thought I was the one who should ask that," he laughed. It suddenly dawned on me what had happened.

"Oh my God. Did I... did we... is this...?" I mumbled, covering my mouth with my hand. Jason pulled my hand away from my mouth.

"Yes, yes and most definitely yes," Jason replied, leaning down to kiss me again. I stopped him by turning my head. "What? What's wrong, Elissa?"

"Let me get this straight; yes, I just kissed you, yes, we just made out, and yes, this is what I think it is?"

"What do you think it is?" Jason asked playfully, curling a piece of my hair around his finger.

"You tell me."

"I think that the little lie we told your mum has just become a reality," he smiled. I stared at him.

"So... we're an item?" I asked warily. Jason nodded.

"I think so," he whispered, tipping my chin up so that our lips met half way.

His touch sent shivers down my spine. Just thinking about being touched by Jason makes my body shiver.

I can't believe this is actualy happening to me.

Jason Truman and I are an item!

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