It Was A Wednesday Chap. 3

11:30.I lay in bed beside Scout, thinking about my day. Now that he was gone… I still dint know how I felt. I dint have a gaping big hole in my chest, like people do in books, but I dint feel complete either. I felt like when Jason had walked off he took a part of me with him. I looked forwards to seeing him tomorrow, but… Would he want to see me? Would he realise how stupid we’d been today, and not want to see me at all? Would I forgive myself, ever, if that happened? I knew the answer to that. No.

I was so busy thinking about all this, that I barely noticed Scout leap off my bed and start sniffing my clothes. He found my top, the one that had brushed against Jason, and brought it over for me to smell as well. He stuck his snout up the sleeve and took a big long sniff. He liked it. Loved it! He nestled in between me and my top, and we fell asleep at about the same time. I just had one more thought before I drifted off. This mourning, Jason had been a stranger. And I hadn’t been cautious at all.

I woke up the next mourning, again, with mixed emotions. Guilty, because I held Jason’s hand, and I had only known him for ONE day. And he was a boy. Well, I suppose it would be even weirder if he weren’t. I felt confused, because I had held a boys hand, and I felt happy, because… I’d held a boys hand. I also felt soggy because Scout had been licking me since the early hours of the morning.

I had a shower and got dressed quickly, not even looking at what I was throwing on- my lie-in had put me behind schedule. I put on some toast, put some coffee in a flask, and flew out the door, only to find I’d missed the bus, so I had to walk. I swore. It was a twenty-five minute walk to school, and registration was in ten. AND if I was late again, I got a detention. And if I got another detention, I got a note home. And if I got a note home, dad would tell mum. And she would flip!

It was about then that the black Mercedes pulled up next to me. I hesitated and… I got in. Jason dint look at me at all as I climbed in, and took off almost before the closed. I figured he wasn’t exactly in a talking mood, so I just looked out the window at the trees speeding past. I almost didn’t see it, it flashed by so quickly. Almost…

“Stop!” I yelled. “Stop, call an ambulance!” But Jason just pushed his foot down harder on the accelerator. “Jason, stop please! Stop the car!” he slowed, but didn’t look at me, or stop the car, as I’d asked him to. Blinded by adrenaline, I tried to open the car door. As soon as Jason saw this, he swung around and started to drive back to the bloody figure slumped over the log, completely unconscious.

As soon as we were close enough, I dived out the door and ran straight over to the bloody mass. “Jason, listen!” I yelled. “We need to call an ambulance, and the police! We need to find out who did this to him!” When no one said or did anything, I turned around to look at Jason. He was still sitting in his seat, with his seatbelt on, staring straight ahead. “Jason?” I was scared now. Why wasn’t he doing anything? But it was obvious he wasn’t doing anything anytime soon, so I ran over to the car, fished my pone out of my school bag, and dialled 999. It was lucky my dad had insisted on it being on speed dial, because my hands were shaking way too much for me to have dialled it manually. Jason was till sitting at the wheel, staring out of the window, doing nothing.