by Anthology
She only had to spend this one weekend with Jason, so she might as well try to get through it with dignity and class. No matter what Jason might think of her now, she was still holding out hope that all the years they had known each other prior to that fateful night would somehow trump that incident in his memory. Maybe then they could go on being friends.
In just the few short hours that she had been back in town, she had realized (if she were being completely honest with herself) just how much she had actually missed Jason.
And she didn't think this was just her hormones talking either. In fact, she wished they would just shut up already.
Nope, what she missed was his smile, his voice, his eyes—heck, she even missed their back and forth battling of wits. And then, of course, there was the fact that he always seemed to be around right when she needed something. She had forgotten that.
Although Katie could see him sneaking little glances over at her, Jason was also silent on the ride back to the house. Katie was not used to that. Jason always had something to say.
Was he upset that he had to play the role of chauffeur? No. That was not something that would bother him. Jason was, by far, the most ‘go with the flow’ person Katie knew.
As Katie stealthily watched him, silently driving down 10th Street, she was momentarily distracted by how ruggedly handsome he had become. As he looked into the rearview mirror with intense concentration, the sunlight beaming through the windshield hit his eyes, and Katie could see gold flecks surrounding his pupils. She was mesmerized.
“Katie, I said, ‘do you know him?’” Jason snapped.
“What? Who?” Katie asked, returning to her senses.
“The guy on the motorcycle about two car length backs,” Jason explained, tension tightening his voice in a way Katie had rarely heard.
Katie looked back and saw a young guy on a motorcycle a few yards behind them. He was probably in his early twenties, well built, with blond hair and sunglasses. There was an air of familiarity about him when Katie stopped to think, but she couldn't quite nail down what that might be from or where she may have crossed paths with him before.
“He looks familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it. Why? Who is he?” Katie asked, shrugging. She assumed it was someone they had known as teenagers, a friend's younger brother or cousin or something like that.
“I don’t know, Katie. That's why I asked if you knew him,” Jason said, his tone even more tense than it had been before. “He was across the street at Cup O’ Joe nursing a coffee when I pulled up to Richard’s. I noticed him staring at the window of Mona’s so I walked in there to see what he might be looking at. The first thing I saw was Sophie in all of her bridal glory, so I just assumed he was looking at the soon-to-be bride.
“But while I was waiting for you, he just sat across the street, sipping away. Until, you came out of the shop and started walking down the street and away from my truck. Then, he got up and started walking the pavement. When you got in my truck, he doubled back, put his helmet on, got on his bike, and now he's behind us.”
“That’s weird,” Katie said, remembering, a shiver running down her spine (and not the good kind), “because when I pulled up to Mona’s, I had the strangest feeling that I was being watched. I convinced myself I was being paranoid because when I looked around, I didn’t see anyone.”
“You probably didn’t see him because he was holding up a paper and pretending to read it. I saw him raise it a couple of times when he saw Mona’s door open.”
“Should have been my first clue,” Katie tried to joke, “Who reads the print edition anymore?”
Jason did not participate in her frivolity, apparently not looking at this as a joking matter. He asked with an edge in his voice, “Any reason you would have some hot shot following you?”
“Come on, Jas. I'm not exactly the ‘girl who gets followed’ type. It’s probably just a coincidence,” Katie answered, trying to downplay.
Although…now that she thought about it, at the law office where she worked, they recently hired security to walk everyone to their cars and also held a mandatory self-defense class when a female associate was attacked in the parking garage after a rapist she had helped put away was paroled.
But that was in California. A whole world away. Now she was back in Illinois, and she was sure any potential trouble that had started brewing in the Golden State would not have followed her here. At least, that's what she told herself.
She did start unconsciously thinking through all of the cases she had been on in the past two years. They were like a brimming file drawer in her head and she shuffled through them one by one.
She was so involved in her mental case review, in fact, that she did not hear the sound of either her phone ringing or of Jason's voice as he tried to get her attention.
“Kit Kat, your phone's buzzing,” Jason said as he continued to drive, “and Mr. Motorcycle just turned onto Green Briar.”
“Oh right, my phone,” Katie said, startled out of her reverie. She rummaged through her purse until she found it. Sure enough, she had a text message. How had she not heard her phone? Man, she really had to get her head in the game. This whole 'checking in and out of reality' thing was beyond unnerving.
She looked at her phone. The text message was from Sophie:
'Katie can u do me a huge favor please! I am really running late & I need u to stop by the drugstore and pick me up some tampons. Can u believe my luck, aunt flo coming to visit two days before the wedding!! Let me know if u can, MOH Thx XOXO'
Katie immediately texted back:
'Of course I will Sophiebell. See you in a little bit. <3'
Well, Katie thought to herself with a small smile, I guess I know for certain it's not a shotgun wedding.
“Um, Jas? Can you make a detour to CVS? I need to get something before the luncheon.” Katie looked up at Jason when he didn't answer right away and saw that he was still looking in his rearview mirror every two seconds.
When Jason noticed her watching him, he replied, “Sure. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, it was just Sophie. She needs me to pick something up for her. She doesn’t have time to get it before the luncheon,” Katie said, returning her phone to her purse and crossing her fingers that no more text-mergencies would be forthcoming.
“I can drop you home so you can start getting ready. Whatever she needs, I'll go get it for her and swing it by Salvatore’s. That way you can change before lunch,” Jason said.
Katie looked down at her plain grey tank top and jeans and knew that she was going to have to dress slightly more upscale for lunch at Salvatore’s. At the same time, she didn’t think that Jason would be game for this particular errand.
“I think it’s better if I pick this up, but thanks anyway,” she hedged.
“Come on, Kit Kat. What is it, something girly? Makeup, nylons, hair spray? I can handle it,” Jason sounded much more like his normal, easygoing self since the mystery man was no longer following them.
Katie turned to look at him, a small smile playing at her lips, “Oh, really, Jas? Because it's tampons.”
“Oh.”
“Still think you can handle it?” she teased, waiting for one of his trademark witty comebacks.
To her surprise, he merely shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure. I mean, if you tell me exactly what brand and any special instructions or whatever, I can pick them up.”
Katie, taken aback by his blasé attitude about something that would have unsettled most of the guys she knew, insisted, “No, Jas, its fine. I can get them.”
Jason shrugged as he turned off 10th Street towards the nearest CVS. “Suit yourself. Well, hey. At least now we know it’s not a shotgun wedding.”
“Jas!” Katie said, shocked, as she slugged him in the arm.
“What? You know that was the first thing you thought.” Jason raised his eyebrows and fixed her with a lightly accusatory stare, albeit one that was tempered with a smile.
“No comm
ent,” Katie replied, looking forward to hide the small smile on her face she simply couldn’t contain. She had always appreciated the fact that Jason said what was on everyone’s mind. It was part of his charm.
“I have to admit, though,” she said thoughtfully, “I am really impressed that you would be willing to get them. You get props for that. Most guys would not be so cool about it.”
“Well if you remember correctly, this is not my first experience with someone unexpectedly getting her period,” Jason said as he pulled into the parking lot of the local CVS.
“Oh. My. God. That’s right. I completely forgot about that,” Katie said, covering her face with her hands as the memory of the first time she got her period came rushing back to her.
16 Years Earlier
It was the middle of sixth grade and Katie had just received a new pair of white Guess Jeans. She was sitting at the lunch table with her friends Chelle and Mallory, feeling like pretty hot stuff.
She was eating her lunch, giggling, gossiping, and talking about all the things eleven-year-old girls talk about. She was enjoying herself immensely when Jason, Pete, and Sam came over to their table.
At first, Katie had been annoyed because the boys were always so loud and obnoxious. She thought they would ruin lunch, her favorite part of the day.
Jason sat right beside her and started in with his usual shtick, making everyone laugh and—of course—getting all of the attention. She had just about all she could take of them, thankyouverymuch, and was about to stand up to throw away her tray when she felt Jason pull down hard on her arm, roughly returning her to a sitting position.
“Ouch, Jas! That hurt!” Katie protested angrily, pulling her arm away from his insistent grasp.
“Katie,” Jason whispered intensely as he leaned in close to her ear, “look down at your lap.”
Katie knew he really must be serious because Jason NEVER used her real name—he always called her Kit Kat.
As she looked down, she saw red staining the jeans between her legs. Katie started to panic. She was bleeding. Oh, God.
Jason, clearly seeing the horror spreading quickly across her face, leaned over to her and said calmly “Don’t freak out. You just started your period.”
Katie closed her eyes in relief and sighed, “Oh, thank God,” under her breath. But then a new thought occurred to her, setting off a fresh wave of panic. How was she going to get out of the cafeteria without someone seeing her blood-stained attire? She didn’t even have her backpack to try and hide behind.
If anything, she thought she might be more scared about this scenario than she was when she thought she was dying. After all, the only thing at stake there was death. Now we were talking about humiliation!
“Jas, what am I going to do?” Katie asked in a desperate whisper. “I can’t get up without someone seeing me, and I need to go the nurse’s office to go home.”
Jason looked straight into Katie’s eyes and said, in an authoritative tone she had never heard come from the joke-a-minute Jason, “I’ve got a plan. Just follow my lead, okay?”
“Okay,” Katie agreed shakily as she tried to hold back tears of embarrassment.
The next thing she knew, Jason was on top of the lunchroom table pounding his chest, letting out a series of primal screams, and yelling “Me Tarzan, me Tarzan!”
Her eyes widened as she witnessed the scene. She felt nothing but shock, which quickly led to despair as she realized that Jas wasn't going to help her after all. He had gotten distracted by starting to pull one of his crazy pranks. But what was the point of this one? It wasn't even funny. It was insane.
Just when she thought he had completely lost his mind, he took off his shirt, throwing it to her and yelling, “Me Tarzan! You Jane!”
Relief flooded through her as she realized his plan.
He started jumping from table to table, making the rounds of the entire cafeteria via tabletop, as he yelled, “AHH AHHEAEA.”
Taking advantage of the distraction, Katie slipped into his shirt, which fell almost to her knees. As every eye in the cafeteria focused on Jason's shenanigans, she escaped the cafeteria completely unnoticed. She made a beeline for the nurse’s office and said that she had a horrible stomachache. Then she called her mom to come and pick her up.
Pam arrived within ten minutes and Katie gratefully piled into the car, desperately wanting to get as far away from the school as possible. When her mom looked at her with concerned eyes and put a hand to her forehead to check her temperature, Katie began to sob and spilled the entire sordid story of humiliated woe in one long, tear-filled rant.
She didn't know what her mom's reaction would be. She might be sympathetic or she might be annoyed with Katie for lying about the stomachache. Katie just didn't know. She wasn't sure what it meant when Pam just smiled the tiniest of grins as she pulled away from the curb and commented casually, “That Jason sure is a great guy.”
Katie didn’t really think anything of it at the time because she was so busy wallowing in mortification at what had transpired. But after school, Katie had gone to return Jason’s freshly laundered shirt to him. When she knocked on the door, Seth—the eldest Sloan brother—opened it and said that Jason was still at school because he had detention. When Katie asked what he had done, Seth said that he wasn’t really sure, but that it had something to do with a stupid stunt he had pulled at lunch. He also added that their dad was going to “rip him a new one” when he got home.
Katie’s head began to spin. She never, even for one second, had thought that Jason would get into any trouble for helping her. God, he was always doing crazy things and usually people just laughed. Sometimes adults would shake their heads, but they always looked amused. He had never suffered any repercussions because of it.
Now he was in detention and he was going to get in trouble at home. Katie didn’t know what to do. She decided that the best course of action was to go to school and try to reason with Jason’s teacher—even the principal if she had to. She would do whatever was necessary to get him pardoned.
She took a deep breath then, thinking about what she was going to have to deal with after she had dealt with the school. She was going to have to fess up to Jason's dad, Bob. Oh, man.
He was not going to be as easy to deal with as Principal Jenson.
She began to formulate a plan, a step-by-step blueprint of what she would do. She tried to come up with some story that would explain Jason’s odd behavior. After discarding several lame versions of why Tarzan had made an appearance, however, she was forced to come to the conclusion that maybe the best thing to do would be to abide by the old adage ‘the truth shall set you free.’
Yep, she decided. Honesty is the best policy.
She trembled in anticipation of having to relate her tale of humiliation to adults. To adult guys, no less. Oh, God.
The only way she could get through it was to really downplay the whole ‘I just started my period in white jeans’ part. Yeah, she would just rush through that part and make a point to emphasize how Jason had rescued her from complete and total humiliation.
Humiliation that would have endured for years to come.
Then, she would enlist Nurse Parks to come in and back up the fact that Katie had come into the office and gone home with a very bad “stomachache”—and (additional proof) that she was wearing Jason’s shirt at the time.
However, as it turned out, none of that was how it went down at all.
As she turned the corner to Great Oaks Middle School, she saw Jason’s dad's white Chevy Blazer parked in the teacher parking lot. Oh God Oh God Oh God! Maybe it wasn't his?
No. She knew it was, because it said Sloan Construction on the side.
Oh no, she was too late. Katie's breath began to quicken and her eyes began to well. She couldn't let this happen because of her. It was so unfair. She had to do something to try to diffuse the situation—and if that meant describing the entire embarrassing chain of events to a few adults gathered in a room, in
cluding Jason’s dad (who was very intimidating.) then…okay, yeah. So be it.
Katie took a deep breath, pushed back her shoulders, held her head high, and pushed open the heavy double doors that led to the school's administration office.
She was immediately bombarded by the sound of laughter coming from Principal Jenson’s office. Whoa! Not what she expected to hear.
She peeked unobtrusively around the corner and saw Principal Jenson and Bob Sloan hysterically laughing as Principal Jenson relayed the events of Jason's impromptu lunchtime performance. Katie breathed a sigh of relief when the Principal ended the recitation by saying that he would call the detention classroom and have Jason come up to the office so that he could leave with his father.
Katie smiled to herself. Hopefully this was a good sign. No need to humiliate herself after all if everyone was going to take Jason’s prank in stride. She decided to let herself off the hook for that and just find Jason so she could thank him and return his freshly laundered shirt.
She knew that detention was being held in Mrs. Kimball’s science lab this week so she started down the far left hall to see if she could intercept Jason on his way to the office.
That's when she saw it.
There, in a corner formed by a bank of lockers and an outcropping of the wall, halfway hidden in shadows, was Jason. Making out with Callie Martin. The single most stuck up, obnoxious, popular girl at Great Oaks Middle School.
Katie stood there, dumbfounded. Not only was she disgusted that Jason was kissing Callie, she also couldn’t quite believe that Callie would be kissing Jason. Callie was an eighth grader. And she had all the eighth grade boys (and even some freshmen) drooling over her. Why would she be kissing Jason, a lowly sixth grader?
Obviously, Jason didn’t need (or probably even want, the rat fink) Katie’s help or apology. She spun on her heels and headed towards home.
Present Day
She had never returned Jason’s shirt. In fact, most nights she still slept in it.