Finding My Lost Self [to be edited]

Chapter 11 - Weekend Jerkface Style

well, seems like Mr. cold was being too friendly with me, then.

at least I knew what school he went to... right?

and then another idea came to me and I typed quickly

Jason Parker.

Curiosity invaded me. maybe I could look up and try to find out more about the jerkface. since he knew almost everything about me and I barely knew a little about him. so I just clicked the link. I had no idea why was I Facebook-stalking him now, but it somehow took my interest. for no reason.

'Or maybe because you're starting to trust him.' a voice in my head barely whispered but I quickly shut it out.

I wasn't trusting Jason. he was just an annoying friend. but I didn't trust him. Right?

Right?

I raised an amused eyebrow at what I saw,

the cover picture was colorful and it said 'Fuck Education'. well, that gut really hated school didn't he?

The profile picture was of him and his best friend, Luke, at what seemed like a water park. I clicked 'About me' hoping to find any random information there like a hobby, favorite color, anything. I stared blankly at what I saw.

Info: Fuck off, I owe you nothing.

lives in: None of your business, Stalker.

From: why do you give a flying fuck?

Highschool: I Hate School.

And the rudest person on the planet's award goes to.. Jason Parker, wohoo!

I was still scowling at the screen like a dummy when I decided to look up the pictures.

There were pictures of him with his friends, Luke and Jake and some older pictures with a short blonde girl. some were with other people and some were selfies. but what caught my attention most were the older pictures, the older the pictures got, the happier he'd looked. there were some pictures with a very beautiful girl. they were posted without captions, they were also around a year and a half or two years ago. the girl had long black wavy hair and beautiful blue eyes with tanned skin. Jason looked so happy there. there were also some pictures of them cuddling and holding each other. Was she his girlfriend?

or should I say, Ex-Girlfriend.

I was just guessing. 

Now there was a story that I wanted to know.

my thoughts were interrupted when my bedroom's door flew open causing me to immediately shut my laptop. wait, wasn't my mom at a conference? who was that?

my question was immediately answered when Jason stepped in like he owned the place.

"Nice room, Nerdie. How old are you? Eight?" he asked smugly while examining one of my stuffed animals.

"What the hell? how did you get in here!!" I yelled ignoring his comment.

he grinned while waving a key chain in my face. he had my home's keys? but how?

"How?!" I exclaimed.

he smirked. "Your mom trusts me." he sing-songed "And, since she thinks we're the best friends in the world, she gave me the keys to check on you." he said simply.

now I was completely enraged. How could she?! My own mom partially just threw me to the claws of my murderer.

"Get out." I yelled angrily.