<span style="font-style: italic">The girl named, Janice, looked at him. Rolling her eyes. â€œEveryone knows you donâ€™t give a damn about any of us. You barely even glance our way. Why is HE so special to you that you canâ€™t give the rest of us the time of day?â€ She said icily. Glaring at him when he said he was his best friend. â€œIn one day your best friends?â€ She demanded. Stumbling back as he pushed her. â€œYouâ€™re a brute Jason. What makes you feel you deserve the new guy more than us?â€ She demanded. Stepping forwards again but didnâ€™t come any closer this time. Looking at Kinjo and giggled. He was such a cutie! She looked back to Jason with distaste. â€œI do not. I know what Iâ€™ve earned. You earned yours by being a thug. He isnâ€™t just yours just because you are best friends. You need to learn to share.â€ She said with icy sweetness. Ready to smack Jason if he was a smart ass with her again. â€œYou donâ€™t like how I am acting? You are acting like a territorial prick. Its not like YOU are dating him. Then such territorialness could be understandable.â€ SHe said with jagged edged words. Huffing a bit. â€œThis isnâ€™t over cute little Kinjo.â€ She looked at Jason. â€œYou bastard. This isnâ€™t over with you either Jason.â€ She whirled on her feet and stormed off. Having seen the dark look and not willing to push her luck anymore...for now. Her girl crew following.</span><br/><br/>Kinjo pressed into Jason more. Not liking being fought over  but still hoping his best friend won. Hearing Jason say they were best friends made him smile a lot. He held onto Jasonâ€™s jacket lightly. Tensing as he heard Jason hissing and the woman ignoring it. She was really cruising for a bruising wasnâ€™t she? Least...he was certain that was the expression for what she was doing. He was practically molded to Jasonâ€™s side when the woman spoke to him again. Making a face as he didnâ€™t like the way she talked to him. He heard them hurry off and pulled away. He looked at Jason. â€œSorry...I was just putting my stuff away when they came and blocked the door. Sorry I missed lunch with you.â€ He looked down hoping Jason wasnâ€™t mad. Then threw his arms around Jason from the front and hugged him. Forgetting all about the teacher who promptly looked elsewhere. He looked up at Jason. â€œWhy wouldnâ€™t she just leave me alone?â€ He whispered. â€œI told her no but she wouldnâ€™t go away. Then she touched my hair.â€ He shivering a bit. Stroking the strand of hair like she contaminated it. He looked up at Jason. â€œReady to go to the last class? Then we can go home to my house.â€ He said with a smile. Letting go of Jason and picked up his backpack. Throwing it over his shoulder and looked at Jason happily. â€œIâ€™m glad she is gone. She was making me uncomfortable and nervous.â€