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    After Jason left me at the lunch table, I think I was confused. I don't know. I saw him. I talked to him. I liked him. I was alone. It all happened so fast and I didn't know what to make of it. Luna said to leave it alone because he wasn't cute and he wasn't nice. She said from what she's heard about him, he's a sarcastic know-it-all who likes to show off and he's a total bookworm. Not worth my time. She seemed to forget that all those qualities described me, and when she saw my incredulous look, she quickly apologized.
    I was confused after that day, but I realized a few things. I always noticed him in history, and a few times he would catch my eye and smirk then look away, I would always look for him in the cafeteria at lunch now, even if I knew he wouldn't be there, and I was always observant of my surroundings; trying to find him was my guess.
    I know what you're thinking, but no, I'm not a stalker. This always happens. If I see a guy I like, I become electrically aware of him everywhere I am and I'm always looking for him, but it never ends up anywhere. This time is only different because he looks at me, too. I find it strangely sastifying when I notice him trying to see me, even though I know I should be kind of freaked.
    I thought that this strange routine of just looking at each other would go on forever until one day at lunch, I didn't see him. I looked and looked but he was nowhere to be found. I know this is starting to sound like that bok TWILIGHT, but wait for it. I was unfocused for the whole lunch period, and when Luna would ask me questions, she would have to snap her fingers in front of my face or repeat about 3 times before I got it. I checked my watch towards the end of lunch. Five minutes left.
    "Okay, That's it!" Luna finally said. " I can't take this! You won't even pay attention to me. I'm going to get a water. Maybe I'll drown somehow." She walked away in a huff. 
    About two seconds after she left, a hand appeared on my shoulder. I jumped. When I turned around, Jason was standing there, a smile on his face. As usual, I smiled back.
    "And where have you been?" I asked with the smile still on my face. His face came closer to mine, and his wide smile turned into a smirk.
    "Around," he said.
    "Please, stop. The details are overwhelming," I joked. He smiled again.
    "Question," he said.
    "Shoot."
    "I have a proposal," he said.
    "And again I say, shoot." I hate it when people beat around the bush.
    "What's the rush?" he asked, still smirking. I checked my watch.
    "We have about 2 and a half minutes before the bell. What do you want?" Now I was irritated. He doesn't show up all day, then he just pops out of nowhere and-
    "Will you go on a date with me?" he asked cutting off my thought pattern.
    "Uh..." was all I could think of.
    "A little more articulacy wouldn't kill you, ya know," he said.
    "Haha," I said, " Just for that, I'll get back to you." With that, the bell rang. I picked up my books, and walked out of the cafeteria. I knew he was watching me, probably smiling with a shocked expression on his face. I wanted to say yes, but a thought flashed in my mind.
    What if we fall in love in the next 3 months and then I have to give him up? I don't think I could do that. It wouldn't be right. As my forehead creased in worry, a hand appeared on my shoulder again.
    "Jason, I already told you I'll think about it," I said, my tone light. "I don't know what else I can say."
    "You could say yes," he said from behind me. This was actually unexpected. I was talking to him, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I was sure it was Luna behind me.
    "Yea, but I'm not going to. And maybe I never will. Maybe the answer will be no," I said. As we exited the lunchroom, I could see the hurt expression on his face.
    "I'm sorry," I said. "I just like to make people wait. As much as I hate it, I love doing it to other people."
    "I know what you mean," he smirked.
    "As we walked down the hallway, I asked him "So what class are you going to now?"
    He laughed.
    "What?" I was curious now.
    "We have History now, Violet," he chuckled.
    "Oh," I replied. I hated being made a fool out of. I was usually in control because I was smart so I never had to worry about it, but with him? Everything was so right, but made no sense at the same time. It was kind of funny.
    My thought's flashed to a thought, but I quickly expelled it. It couldn't happen, and to make sure of that, I had to do the one thing I had never planned on doing. I grabbed his arm and stopped him.
    "Jason?" I question, my tone reaking with guilt.
    "Oh no," he said "I don't like that tone. You can't go out with me can you? Okay, I'm ready. Feed me a line."
    I actually was going to feed him a line, but now that he thought so little of me as to lie to him, I told him the truth.
    "Well thanks for that vote of confidence," I said. "But actually, I was gonna try the truth of you don't mind."
    He looked at me, shocked.
    "Yes, humans are capable of being truthful."
    "So what's the truth?" he asked.
    "I just don't think I can. I mean, I like you. I like you alot, but I just...I just can't. I'm sorry, Jason." I walked away, and into my history class. Jason stepped in right before the bell rang. He had an angry expression in his eyes, and he slammed his books down. I guess the truth wasn't the best idea.
    The class wasn't all that interesting. I guess that was because I was determined to make this up to Jason. I wished he wasn't so angry, but I thought that his anger was more a hurt anger than actual rage. I felt a tear spring to my eye as I realized the damaging affects of the truth. After class, I walked as fast as I could out. As much as I wanted to make amends, I couldn't face him.
    Running down the steps to my locker, I heard a voice behind me.
    "You know, just because you don't think it'll work, doesn't mean it can't," he called from behind me.
    "Jason, I'm so sorry for what I said and how it-" he cut me off by a shake of his head.
    "You don't get it." he said. Now I was confused. He elaborated. "I'm not giving up. I will keep asking until I get a yes, or until we graduate. Like I said, just because you don't think it'll work, doesn't mean it can't."
    He left me standing at my locker, while he walked away with a smirk on his face, again, much like the first time we spoke.

***

    He wasn't kidding when he said he wasn't giving up. Every other day I was asked on a date by Jason Linley. It started from in the morning when I arrived at school with Luna next to me, a disapproving look on her face, and it ended when he walked me to my locker after History and the final 'No' came from my mouth. Then he skipped a day, and the routine started the next day.
    For three weeks this went on. It was almost 2 months until my eighteenth birhday. That meant that the curse was growing stronger, and I was growing weaker. The more he asked, the more I wanted I wanted to say yes. The more we talked about nothing and everything, the more I wanted to deny my feelings, but I couldn't. He saw the resistance in my eyes everyday, and he was continuously more guarded, but persistant nonetheless.
    One day, he changed his tatic.
    I walked into to school with Luna on a Wednesday, and he should've been there, but he wasn't. I felt relieved, but also kind of sad, and more so, worried. Those feelings quickly turned to annoyance and flattery as I opened my locker and saw a rose on the top shelf with a note attached to it.
    "This kid will stop at nothing," Luna whined.
    "Perserverance," I said smiling.
    I opened the note and it surprised me when there were only two short sentences on the card with a little heart followed by them.

Skip lunch and meet me outside the gym. Not a date, just a request.

    "Oh gag me," Luna said.
    Nevertheless, when 8th period roamed around, I wasn't at lunch with Luna. I was skulking the halls until I reached the gym. I opened the doors and ran across the wide floors, pushing open the heavy doors leading to outside. The sunlight hurt my eyes and I had to squint. When my eyes focused, I turned to my left, and sure enough, Jason was waiting, just as he said he would be.