26.01. :: jastin

chapter ten

nov 29, 2017

i lightly bopped my head along to bryson tiller's right my wrongs when someone slapped their tray down on the table. lifting my eyes up from my sketch book, i gazed over as blue eyes dropped his weight down on the seat in front of me.

"hi, my name is jason," he spoke up, his blue eyes regarding me, "and i like to write stories and music. my sister thinks that's stupid, but what does she know. she's dating a guy who's constantly cheating on her."

i blinked a couple of times, eventually the song changing to one of dvsn's. the singers melodic voice flowing in one ear and going out the other. i stared for a while before his motives registered in my brain. "well hello then," i curtly replied, my hand slightly moving over the sketch i was working on.

"aren't you gonna do the same?"

"why would i?" i furrowed my brows, now a completely different song playing in my right ear, "you already know my name."

"i'm trying to be your friend, justin."

raising a questioning brow at him, i lightly jerked my head back at his confession, "who said i want friends? if i wanted a friend i would've went in search for one."

disregarding everything that i just said, jason went on, "i know being a transfer can be daunting and all, but it doesn't have to."

"you're not hearing me, jason," i spoke over him. if my mom would be here she would've scolded me about it. "i don't–"

"don't lie," he cut me off, "i'm you're friend now and that's final."

hiking a brow up, i slowly closed my sketch book, pushing it inside my backpack, "oh yeah?" i challenged as i slowly rose from my seat, "have fun being my friend from six feet under."

who does he think i am? "oh let me be your best fucking friend and we can braid each other's hair and talk about our crushes." bleh. i know what i said before, but now that he's spoken more than five words to me he's really annoying me.