I hadn't slept at all last night. As soon as I got home, I went to my room and cried. I just couldn't believe the way Jason acted after such an amazing moment. I thought that he might like me, I mean he always teases me and flirts, he's so sweet sometimes, and he kissed me back. But by the way he chucked me out obviously means one thing, and his anger at me looking at a piece of paper was just an excuse, because he regretted it. He regrets the kiss, our kiss.
Was I the only one who felt like it was amazing? Was I the only one who enjoyed it? But surely if he didn't like it he would've pushed me away, or not kissed back.
That's what was going through my mind all of last night, and to be honest that's what I'm thinking now. I also had a terrible nightmare as well, which didn't help me get
