Junior year. There's a reason why people call it the worst high school year of their life. For some reason, bad things just happen when you reach the age of seventeen; you meet the wrong people, get into some shady activities, and deal with all the drama that your arrogant classmates put you through.

My world was actually calmer than most before Jason Kane -my boyfriend of almost four months- managed to work his way into my life. It wasn't like I was complaining that a good looking guy took an interest in me, but now it felt like I would have been better off without him.

I waited patiently for Jason at our usual lunch table. He would usually get both our lunches while I secured our spot.

A cool breeze blew through the courtyard making my blonde hair go with the wind, exposing my shoulders. Thats the great thing about living in California, longer access to tank tops and shorts and that year round outdoor lunch area. We had an indoor lunch area for rainy days, but other than that it was mostly used as a study hall or hang out area in the mornings or free periods.

"Hey gorgeous." A salad bowl was placed in front of me before Jason sat next to me.

I looked longingly at the burger that was on his trey, but I knew Jase wouldn't approve of me eating fatty foods. He said i would lose my figure, but how could I? My obsession with exercising would take care of any grease that happened to make it's way into my system.

After losing over twenty pounds freshman year, I wasn't ever going back.

"A salad," I said, keeping my enthusiasm out of my voice. "Again."

"Come on, bab," Jason said. "You don't get a body like yours without a few sacrifices."

Opening the packet of Italian dressing I noticed it was fat free. "It's official," I muttered. "you're trying to kill me."

Jase chuckled, but didn't say anything.

"Tomorrow I'm buying my own lunch." I stuck my fork angrily into the evil leaves of green and eyed him after my show of defiance. Usually it wasn't the best idea to eg him on, but right now he seemed unphased. A triumphant smile stretched across my lips as I shoveled more salad into my mouth, earning a strange look from the boyfriend.

Our awkward stare was finally broken when Veronica -my best friend since freshman year- sat across from us, trailed by Nick, Jason's best friend. Camilla and Jaden -the only pair of twins at school- followed soon after.

Veronica had her cheer uniform on for the big lacrosse game after school today. Most schools were into football or basketball; our school wasn't so generic. We were the Roosevelt Wolves and were undefeated so far, that to our team captain Danny Devaro. Other than that, not much knowledge of our school sport came to my attention.

"What happened to your eye?" Veronica's question caught me off guard.

My muscles tightened as Jason tensed beside me. I could practically feel his gaze burning through my skull, silently telling me not to say a word.

"Harley?" Veronica urged me on.

Even though my mind was not at ease, you could never tell from my expression. I was better than anyone at hiding how I really felt. You'd be surprised how much that quality came in handy.

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, I began my lie. "So you kow how my brother has that slighshot?" I could already feel the tension that was pulsing between Jason and me disappear. My heartbeat slowed down immensely as I continued my story. "Kyle, being the smart thinker he is, thought it would be funny to play target practice with the person who ate his leftover Chinese. Of course, as you all know, his aim is terrible. He meant to just hit my hand, but that didn't work out."

Everyone bought the story, but I wasn't surprised. They had no idea I had a reason to lie.

"That's the third time I heard that today," Jase said, not forgetten to fake some laughter. "and it still hasn't gotten old yet."

"You have quite the gentleman there, Har," said Camilla.

"Calm down, Millie." Jaden wrapped his arm around his twin's shoulder. "How many times did you laugh at Uriah whenver he ran into a door from how clumsy he was."

Camilla shove Jaden playfully and sighed. "You are lucky there are so many witnesses, or I'd push you into a door right now."

I chuckled and finished the last bite of my salad. The fact that I was still hungry wasn't a new thing for me. Ever since Jase had been feeding me salad instead of actual food, I've been hungry every day after lunch for the past week and a half.

Noticing I was done with my 'meal', Jason took both my trash and his to the garbage. Sometimes he acted so sweet around me that I forget that it's just for show. I'd be reminded every time he'd show his true colors, though.

"Thanks, Jase," I said, a smile made its way on my face, although i was unsure whether it was real or not. The difference between my fake and genuine smile was nothing but blurred lines now.

"No problem." He grabbed my shoulder firmly, but comfortably. "Ready to go?"

I nodded and threw my satchel over my shoulder before saying goodbye. It was somewhat of a routine for us to go back into the school early to gather supplies for afternoon classes and sometimes a quick make out in the janitor's closet.

When our generic kissing hide out came into view, I thought it was just going to be like any other day, Jason's hormones taking control once again. This time, however, things weren't going as usual.

My back hit against the shelf of cleaning supplies and a groan escaped from my mouth. "Come on, Jason." Another distressed noise left my mouth as my body now hit against the brick wall in the back of the closet. I held the bump that was already forming on the back of my head and muttered to myself. "Great. Now I have a headache."

"You told me you'd take care of it." A growl made it's way to the surface as he spoke.

"I tried my best, but makeup can only cover up so much," I argued.

"You promised me no one would notice, Har." A firm grip was on each of my shoulders. The beautiful green eyes of his that I fell in love with were pleading with my blue ones. "I want to be able to trust that you'd do anything for me. You're my girlfriend, you're supposed to love me."

"You can trust me," I assured him. "I do love you, Jase."

His grip on my shoulders instantly lessened as his frown turned into a heartwarming smile. No matter how I felt about him and his anger issues, the one thing that could make almost anything seem okay was his smile. It was so contagious that I found myself smiling back.

Jason's behavior changed dramatically. Now he was the loving boyfriend who would do anything for his girl.

Soft lips brushed against mine and like that I was a goner. All the anger I had built up against his since last night had disappeared, along with my common sense. Pulling his body closer to mine, I could fee the energy between us. There was no doubting the spark that ignited when we kissed; it was like nothing I'd ever experienced with anyone else but him.

He tasted of peppermint, even though I don't remember seeing him popping in any type of Altoid or anything. My fingers tugged on his dark brown hair as the kiss became more desperate and I let him carry me over to a little desk, not letting our lips separate. After he set me down, he stayed standing in front of me, my legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer.

I moaned as he broght his mouth to my neck and dragged his teeth along my jaw line. Shivering with pleaure, I gripped him tighter and he started to suck on that certain spot that made me weak. Grabbing his jaw, I pulled his mouth back to mine and brushed my tongue along his botton lip. I could feel him smile against me before openeing, allowing me entrance.

Uncertaintly would soon haunt my feelings again, but I wanted to savor this moment between us. This was one of the moments where we got along more than usual, and I was relieved for the moment of peace. These moments were worth the bad things, right?

I knew the answer to the question was no, but how could something so wrong feel so right? How could the person who's hurt me so much in such a small time span hold the answers to my happiness?

I guess what they say is true; ignorance is bliss.