Post by Innue on May 5, 2017 16:19:44 GMT -5
Calm Before the Storm
He had no idea how he managed to be convinced to go to Jessica's party. Maybe it was the the subconscious loneliness that he felt whenever he saw groups of friends eating together at school, or maybe it was the yearning to actually do something with his life before he graduated high school and headed off into the much busier world of college. Regardless, there he was, sitting alone underneath a comfortable aspen northern red oak tree, a plastic cup filled with who-knows-what grasped lightly in his hands. The scent was fairly fruity, but there was a twinge of something sour inside that made his teeth hurt merely from scent.
With a frown pulling at the corners of his lips, the seventeen year old slowly poured the drink out into the grass behind him, wetting the dark soil. His task completed, Jason sat the plastic cup down beside him, before turning his hazel gaze up towards the moon - barely peeking behind a splattering of stars. Here he was, 10 PM - the night before summer started...and all he was doing was moping around, being socially introverted, as the counselor at school called it. The thought only made his frown grow.
Jason knew that he wasn't nerdy, by pure looks alone. He was fairly tall, standing at about 6 foot, give or take an inch. His physique was lean, but with a defined, athletic tone due to his previous years on the school's swim and track team. His chocolate brown skin was acne free,marred only by the pale scar that stretched along his jawline - but it was only really noticeable when he grinned.
Hazel eyes, speckled lightly with a lighter brown color, were usually sharp and clear, when he wasn't dealing with the annoying high turbulent of emotions that plagued the average teenager's life. Long, thick black hair was generally tied back into neat dreadlocks, gathered into a ponytail and sent down his shoulder-blades. He kept it freshly trimmed by himself - a testament to his ambidextrous hands and steady fingers, but even despite cutting a relatively striking figure, it didn't stop him from being who he was.
And that pissed him off.
Maybe it was partly because his mom was single and struggling to pay bills...God knows enough insults about his home-life came through at random intervals of the day. But, no, he couldn't blame his lackluster school life on his rough home life. That wouldn't be fair. Truth was, behind the hoodies and worn jeans, the distant and introverted personality, and even his love for video games and old fighting movies - Jason was still a freak. He just had to live with it.
The feeling of sharp pain in his right fist let him know that he had completely crushed the cup in his grip. Letting it fall to the ground, Jason sighed, using the side of the tree to steady himself. Even now, teenagers danced with the pace of the loud music, bumping bodies and having fun. A few, just a bit too much fun.
He merely adjusted his hoodie, rested his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and made his way to the food and drinks. Hopefully there was non-laced water at this stupid place.