Chapter Five
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"Well I kind of didn't want you to die down here, you know how bad that'd stink? It'd be scary trying to sleep and a dead body is just on the ground staring at-" I interrupted him.
"Wow. And here I was thinking you were changing for the better, I guess not." I frowned, shaking my head and getting ready to stand up but he stopped me.
"I'm sorry." He apologized, keeping a good grip on my wrist so I wouldn't leave him.
I didn't say anything back to him for a moment, I only just stared at his hand that was holding my wrist. "Uh, yeah, okay..."
He let my wrist go and ran his hand through his hair that looks so silky soft.
Ooo, it's so tempting...
Shaking my head to clear my weird thoughts about wanting to run my hand through Jason's hair, I turned away from him and went to the stairs. Sitting down on the stairs, I examined my hand.
I just realized I don't know that much about Jason.
If I have to be stuck down here I might as well ask him about himself.
"Hey Jason?" I asked, looking up and seeing him leaning against a pole in the center of the room.
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna play twenty questions?"
"...why?"
"Do you or not?" I asked, trying not to get impatient with him but it is hard because I never really had high patients with guys.
"I guess."
I nodded at him, thinking of a question. "What's your favorite color?"
"Green. Yours?"
"Blue. What's the first thing you judge in a person?"
"Their personality. What about you?"
"Their looks..." I said quietly.
Usually if a person is hot I will automatically assume that they're mean, carefree, rude, assholes... or if the person is ugly, I will assume that they're nice, caring, well mannered people.
"Yeah, I can tell." Jason said, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"I know, alright? It's a force of habit. I know it's wrong to judge people by their looks and not their personality..." I said quietly, looking down so my freshly dyed blue and white hair would fall over my face.
Yes, I have blue and white hair. It's white at the top and blue at the bottom, like an ombre.
"But back to the game, what do you look for in a girl?"
"Well, um..." He trailed off, clearly thrown off guard by the question. "I'd have to say their personality and looks. I love girls who aren't afraid of everything, you know? I've always wanted a girl who's brave, adventurous, and confident in her actions... but she also has to be loving, caring, and beautiful."
I nodded, letting his words sink in. He definitely wouldn't like me then, I'm ugly and I have no confidence whatsoever!
Whoa, why did I even think like that? I don't care if he likes me or not! I hate him!
"What do you look for in guys?" He asked, staring at me with a look I can't decipher.
"Same as you, their looks and personality. I can't stand narcissistic, stupid, rude, mean, assholes. I want a guy who wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with me in public, I want a hot, loving, sweet, and loyal guy. If he stays loyal to me, I'll stay loyal to him. I want someone I can trust, someone who'll love me for who I am." I said, being 100% truthful to him.
Jason gave me a slight nod, a look of thought on his face.
What could he possibly be thinking about?
"Do you have a crush on someone?" I asked, making his eyes snap to mine.
"Yeah, since fifth grade actually." He said shrugging, but something in his posture seemed to change at my question.
I raised a brow, "What's she like?"
Jason looked out the broken window, a small smile on his face thinking of her. "She's the most gorgeous girl I've ever laid my eyes on. Her smile lights up my world, the sparkle in her eyes hypnotize me, her voice reminds me of an angel, her hair makes me think of a beautiful winter day, her laugh is music to my ears... everything about her is perfect..."
"Why don't you tell her? She probably feels the same way because all the girls at our school love you." I said, feeling a little jealous on the inside.
I would never tell him that though.
"That's where you're wrong." He frowned, turning his gaze from the window and onto me.
"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows, confusion clear in my voice.
"Nothing. So what about you? Do you have a crush?" He questioned, changing the subject.
"Honestly, I don't." I said, telling the truth.
"Oh."
"Whoa! Hold up! Did I just detect a hint of disappointment in your voice?" I smirked, making him scoff.
"No! Why would I be disappointed?" He rolled his eyes, looking away from me.
"I don't know but I'm almost positive I heard disappointment in your voice though."
"Well you heard wrong, princess." He smirked back, causing me to scowl.
"Whatever."
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