Flashes of Our Endless Summer Love
Chapter 4: Jason
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When I see you leaning against the lockers talking to the blonde, I roll my eyes. You were always a player, weren’t you, Alex? You enjoyed toying around with hearts. It was all you could do. And I knew, yet you still tricked me. You used to talk to me.
You took me to a park. Your grand idea of going on an adventure was going to a park. It was the late evening, the sun was starting to set. And out of all the places you could have taken me you took me to a stupid park. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to go on an adventure.
So, I turned it into an adventure. A bit further into the park, there was a large lake. It was beautifully decorated with a plain grass field, only one tree really in its vicinity. The park was kept up perfectly for the upper middle class neighborhood it was in. There was not a single shed leaf on the ground, and I knew for certain that the lake couldn’t be full of grime.
I stepped ahead of you, right towards the lake. You didn’t say anything and just followed me, a few steps behind. First, I threw down my backpack on the floor. Then I pulled off my t-shirt and jean shorts. My main focus was on that water that was slowly turning a dark green with the sun disappearing. Just before I reached the waterline, I unsnapped my bra and kicked off my panties, chucked them both on the floor, and ran into the water.
As soon as I got deep enough, I dived in. I couldn’t see much, but the lake was deeper than I expected. As deep as a pool. It was perfect.
When I reached up to the surface, I immediately turned to you to find you already gaping at me.
“God, you’re such a Jason!” I giggled and kicked to keep myself afloat.
“A Jason?” You came closer and pulled off all your clothes slowly, placing them next to mine.
“Yeah.”
“Who’s Jason?” You finished walking the distance before shrugging off your boxers.
“What.”
“Who’s Jason?”
You walked into the cold water, not bothered to even cover yourself. I was focused on what was important, however. “No, what’s a Jason.”
“What’s a Jason?” You repeated in a questioning tone.
“Yeah.”
“No,” you swam up to me sneakily and smirked, “what is a Jason?” You had me figured out.
“A guy who thrives at night under the bright colourful lights and booming music,” I clarified my theory and teasingly swam back so you couldn’t easily reach me. “A Jason has fucked all the homecoming queens at his school and surrounding schools. He just keeps chasing.”
“I’m a Jason?” You gasped and pointed at yourself.
“Yes.” I crossed my arms. “Do you disagree?”
“I haven’t slept with all the homecoming queens in town.”
“You’re a Jason.”
I took a deep breath and went under again. I knew I was right. You went down with me and stared as if still trying to prove that you were no Jason. When you noticed that I wasn’t giving in and that you were losing the argument, you started chasing after me. I swam away as fast as I could, avoiding all the attempts you made at grabbing my feet.
It went on for just a little too long. I had to rush back up to the surface to catch my breath. As soon as I was clear from the water, I gasped for air, my chest heaving. You slid back up in front of me so that we were face to face.
You only looked at me for a second before pressing your lips against mine in what was our first kiss.
I knew you were a Jason, yet I let you kiss me. You were my Jason. I shouldn’t have stripped down and let you see me, that was my fault. You kissed me, but you never truly cared.
When I see you leaning against the lockers talking to the blonde, I roll my eyes. You were always a player, weren’t you, Alex? You enjoyed toying around with hearts. It was all you could do. And I knew, yet you still tricked me. You used to talk to me.
You took me to a park. Your grand idea of going on an adventure was going to a park. It was the late evening, the sun was starting to set. And out of all the places you could have taken me you took me to a stupid park. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to go on an adventure.
So, I turned it into an adventure. A bit further into the park, there was a large lake. It was beautifully decorated with a plain grass field, only one tree really in its vicinity. The park was kept up perfectly for the upper middle class neighborhood it was in. There was not a single shed leaf on the ground, and I knew for certain that the lake couldn’t be full of grime.
I stepped ahead of you, right towards the lake. You didn’t say anything and just followed me, a few steps behind. First, I threw down my backpack on the floor. Then I pulled off my t-shirt and jean shorts. My main focus was on that water that was slowly turning a dark green with the sun disappearing. Just before I reached the waterline, I unsnapped my bra and kicked off my panties, chucked them both on the floor, and ran into the water.
As soon as I got deep enough, I dived in. I couldn’t see much, but the lake was deeper than I expected. As deep as a pool. It was perfect.
When I reached up to the surface, I immediately turned to you to find you already gaping at me.
“God, you’re such a Jason!” I giggled and kicked to keep myself afloat.
“A Jason?” You came closer and pulled off all your clothes slowly, placing them next to mine.
“Yeah.”
“Who’s Jason?” You finished walking the distance before shrugging off your boxers.
“What.”
“Who’s Jason?”
You walked into the cold water, not bothered to even cover yourself. I was focused on what was important, however. “No, what’s a Jason.”
“What’s a Jason?” You repeated in a questioning tone.
“Yeah.”
“No,” you swam up to me sneakily and smirked, “what is a Jason?” You had me figured out.
“A guy who thrives at night under the bright colourful lights and booming music,” I clarified my theory and teasingly swam back so you couldn’t easily reach me. “A Jason has fucked all the homecoming queens at his school and surrounding schools. He just keeps chasing.”
“I’m a Jason?” You gasped and pointed at yourself.
“Yes.” I crossed my arms. “Do you disagree?”
“I haven’t slept with all the homecoming queens in town.”
“You’re a Jason.”
I took a deep breath and went under again. I knew I was right. You went down with me and stared as if still trying to prove that you were no Jason. When you noticed that I wasn’t giving in and that you were losing the argument, you started chasing after me. I swam away as fast as I could, avoiding all the attempts you made at grabbing my feet.
It went on for just a little too long. I had to rush back up to the surface to catch my breath. As soon as I was clear from the water, I gasped for air, my chest heaving. You slid back up in front of me so that we were face to face.
You only looked at me for a second before pressing your lips against mine in what was our first kiss.
I knew you were a Jason, yet I let you kiss me. You were my Jason. I shouldn’t have stripped down and let you see me, that was my fault. You kissed me, but you never truly cared.
