Eight - The cast of Pretty Little Liars or Gossip Girl

                                    

                                          
Jennifer:
                          
I spent the rest of that weekend just thinking about that moment; his hugs, his scent, his feel, his words. "You're gorgeous." Oh gosh, no one had ever said that to me before. And the first person to say it just had to look like a Greek god. Alright, maybe saying he's god-like was pushing it, but we all know how our minds tend to exaggerate things when we're excited about something. 
                          
I'm sure in his mind this was nothing. But one thing was for sure, we're friends. I was so excited to have finally made a friend. Even if we didn't hang out or anything, I was at least happy to know that there was someone at that school who acknowledged my existence. 
                          
It was Monday morning now and I was happily walking to my moms car with the painting in hand. 
                          
The painting Jason did.
                          
Of me.
                          
And it's beautiful.
                          
Like me.
                          
According to him. 
                          
Even if we got an F, I wouldn't give a fudge. I would keep it if he didn't want it. But a part of me wanted him to keep it so that it would remind him of me everyday. Maybe he would put it above his bed, or on his ceiling so he could stare at it as he fell asleep. Oh gosh what was I thinking, he would never do that. That's just creepy. 
                          
I carefully placed the painting at the back seat of the car, making sure it wouldn't move around during the drive. It had completely dried now but I still didn't want it to smudge up or fall through. That would be a disaster and Jason would hate my guts. I closed the car door and just as I was about to enter the front passenger seat I saw a car approaching our house. It looked familiar. 
                          
"Get in the car honey or you'll be late," said my mom. My dad had already left for work on his own because the two of us had been running late. I had stayed up all night just trying to make sure I had done every assignment and had everything I needed for school. It really is nerve-wracking attending a school for the first time in your life. I don't know what moms excuse for being late was.
                          
"There's a car coming here," I said back. I smiled when I saw who it was, but then surprise took over. "What the heck is he doing here?"
                          


                          
Jason:
                          
That girl! What was it about her that made me do all of that shit? First I sketched her that day in class even though I tossed the paper afterwards, I painted her, hugged her - but I wanted to do so much more. What was wrong with me? 
                          
Those green eyes and long legs just make my head spin around in circles. And now it was Monday morning and I was driving to her house to take her with me to school. How much more desperate could I get? All this over some physical attraction, as if I hadn't seen a beautiful girl before. 
                          
But there had to be something different about her, I could feel it. Or maybe you could just feel the potential boner against the fabric of your jeans.
                          
Sometimes I wished my conscience had an off switch. 

                          
When I got to her house I saw there was a car in the driveway and it seemed like it was about to leave. Jennifer was standing on the outside of the car with her hand on the passenger door. I could vaguely make out that her mom was in the drivers seat. I had caught them just in time.