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.


7. I'm Genuine

When I got to the room, I shut the door and leaned against the wall, looking at Jason, who was sat on my bed, taking in everything he was seeing. I was annoyed with him beyond the point of shouting at him. I felt more like I wanted to slap him and then kiss him, like they do in films and in books. In a way, he'd made my mum happy for the first time in ages, which I was grateful for, but I couldn't pretend- not with Jason.

Jason's eyes swept my room like a police helicopter. I saw him pause as he looked at my walls. My walls are blank, no poster, no pictures, no nothing. I don't have any fond memories, so I didn't see the point of putting any bad memories on my wall. The rest of my room is equally as plain. Plain bed, plain wardrobe, plain desk. After we started to move on a more regular basis, I decided not to decorate every room I resided in, always in fear of leaving behind something valuable to me.

The only decorative items I have in my room, is a mirror that takes centre stage on my wall, and the various bookshelves and boxes filled with books that hide in every corner. I for one, am proud of my book collection, as I have accumilated several books, some classics, some modern. I even have a first edition of a book, that my mum found when the library she used to work at shut down. It could be worth a lot of money now, but I can't bring myself to sell it. It holds much more sentimental value to me.

After a while, I spoke. "Why did you tell her that?"

"I thought that you both needed a lift, Elissa. Like I said, I only want to help you because I know how it feels," Jason replied. He spoke softly, but with enough force to get his point across.

"But telling her that we're together is a lie, Jason. It might make her happy, but I don't see how it's supposed to make me happy," I sighed, plopping onto the bed, next to Jason. he leant back on his elbows so were at eye-level.

"Seriously, Elissa? You don't see how this is supposed to make you happy?"

"No! No I don't, Jason! I can only see that it could all end terribly , and I'll end up getting hurt again," I whined. Jason shifted closer to me, so close that we were touching.

"Elissa. I would never hurt you. Not ever," he whispered. I looked at him, meeting his eye. I knew what was coming- knew what was going down. But the thing was: I didn't want to stop it. I was more than happy to let things happen.

I could feel it creeping up on us, I could feel it in the air. Jason not only wanted to help me, he wanted me. He wanted me, and I wanted him. Everything felt so dangerous. I liked it. Screw Louisa, I thought as I closed my eyes. Jason moved even ccloser to me, I could feel the heat of his breath on my face. For the slightest of moments, our lips touched, but it was shattered when my mum called up the stairs.


We leapt away from each other, frightened that we were going to get caught in the act.

"This can't happen," I warned Jason as I exited my bedroom and headed downstairs for dinner.

There was no way we could get away with sneaking around like back in the days of  'Romeo and Juliet', no without getting caught. Eventually, my mum would spill the beans to her friends, then her friends to their friends, and eventually, news would make its way to Louisa's ears, and I would be as good as dead.

On my way down the stairs, I hadn't noticed that Jason wasn't following me. At the foot of the stairs, I looked back over my shoulder, to see him at the top of the stairs, staring at me.

"Elissa, I'm genuine. I wouldn't lie, not about something like this. I want to be with you. I have done since you moved to our school. I only date Louisa, because it keeps me out of trouble. If I wasn't dating her, I wouldn't be the same."

His eyes bore into my skin, chilling me to the bone. I shuddered.

"Come on, dinner's getting cold."

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