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didn’t take his feelings into account. Now I feel like the bad guy. How come everything is so complicated?
    Sulking back onto my side of the truck, I hang my head in shame.
    “Georgia? What’s wrong?” Jason pries, coaxing me back onto his side of the cab.
    “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings and my assumptions were quite rude of me. I apologize. I honestly was just trying to protect myself and I didn’t take your feelings into consideration and I feel just awful.” I spit out,in an honest ramble.
    “That’s OK. I can understand that. A lot of people have some type of preconceived notion about me; it happens. You know… you could kiss me to make it up to me.” He laughs. I like it when Jason laughs.
    “If I kiss you, do you promise that you will feed me? All this physicality works up an appetite on a girl, you know.” I’m honestly famished. I hope he takes the hint.
    “Agreed, now get over here.” Jason wastes no time, and scoops me up in a passionate embrace. This feels much better knowing that this is as much as it gets. I can handle this. My chastity is important to me, and something I will only give to my future husband, whoever he may be.
    After about 5 minutes, he finally comes up for air and quickly I scoot over and jump out the truck.
    “You promised!” I call after him and made a dash inside for Swann. I honestly didn’t know if he was going to follow suit or not, but he did. He jumped right on out and followed me. As we stood in line to order, he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his face deep in my hair and neck. It was almost like we were “together” together, you know? I have butterflies in my stomach, and as the girl took our orders he quickly stepped in front of me and bought us lunch. I know Shane has bought lunch for us before, but there’s a different context to this. I think this almost borders on the line of a date, but I’m not exactly sure how this social convention works.
    Once our orders of Carolina Barbecue, slaw and macaroni and cheese was ready, we grabbed two cups of sweet tea and I took a seat, fully expecting him to sit across from me, and instead he sits right next to me, with his arm over my shoulders. Smooth, Jason Grimes, well played.
    “I don’t feel like going back to school. I want to spend the day with you.” Jason says between mouthfuls.
    “Really? Won’t we get in trouble?” I panic.
    “What could possibly happen? You’re a straight A student who has never had an issue in her life. Besides, it’s our senior year and we only have a few weeks left, we will be fine.” Jason shrugs my concern off. However, he does have a point. I haven’t ever ditched before, and maybe it’s something I should try once.
    “OK. Let’s do it! Where are we going next?”
    “I don’t know, what are you into?” He asks as he pulls me closer to his chest.
    “I know just the place! Let’s go to JDawgs!” JDawgs is my favorite little music shop in Benson. It has guitars that you can play for hours without being bothered. They do events, lessons and all sorts of things! It’s my little heaven on earth.
    Once we get into the truck, he turns the radio on and an interesting song caught my ear.
    “Who is this?” I ask.
    “Will Dailey. He’s from Massachusetts. My friend turned me onto him. I like him, I saw him once in Charlotte .”
    “What song is this?” I asked. I’m really digging this sound.
    “Out on the floor; give me your IPod and I’ll hook you up.” He offers, and just like that we’re on our way.
    “Thanks!”
    Our ride into town was comfortable, the windows down, Jason’s music blaring those wonderful songs that he is introducing me to. My head resting against his chest, his arm casually draped over my shoulders, the wind blowing the delicious smell of blooming plants and flowers dancing in the air into the cab of the truck.
    Once we got to JDawgs, I ran inside and found a sweet little Gibson and started playing ‘Jesus take the wheel’