She shook her head.
“Fine,” Jason said, stepping away from her and heading for her classroom, intending on cutting through her room.
“Fifteen people have looked at your house and not one offer. That’s kind of funny, isn’t it?” Haley asked in an offhand tone, stopping him dead in his tracks. It was the gist of what his realtor had told him last night over the phone when he got in.
“What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded, turning around to glare at her.
Haley made a show of examining her fingernails. “Just that it’s kind of funny that no one has made an offer on your house, especially after all the work you’ve put into it over the past few months.” She looked up from her nails, giving him a smug little smile.
“And how exactly do you know that no one has made me an offer?” Jason asked, narrowing his eyes on her as he took several steps towards her.
Her brows arched up adorably. “A little birdie told me?”
“Uh-huh,” he said, tilting his head to the side to study her. “And what else did this little birdie tell you?’
“That you won’t get one offer on your house until you give me what I want,” she said firmly. There was no doubt in his mind what she wanted.
Friendship.
As much as he would love to be able to stay in Haley’s life and make sure that whatever lucky bastard that ended up with her took care of her, he couldn’t. Not when he knew that it should have been him.
She was his little grasshopper.
“I can’t give that to you, Haley,” he said hoarsely. “I wish I could, but...but I just can’t. I’m sorry.”
“Then you’re never going to sell your house,” Haley simply said, shrugging it off.
“I’m sorry, Haley,” Jason said as he walked away.
“Last chance, Jason!” Haley yelled through the front door.
Great, Jason thought, sitting back down on the kitchen chair. This was just what he needed. It was bad enough that he was forced to cut Haley out of his life, something that was going to take him a long time to get over, but he didn’t need her going psycho on him.
Haley was smart and levelheaded. He’d never really expected her to land on his doorstep at eleven o’clock at night, demanding to talk to him like so many women before her. At least, she didn’t sound drunk and wasn’t screaming a bunch of bullshit for his neighbors to hear.
“About time,” he mumbled, rubbing his hands down his face when he didn’t hear anything after a while. Although, he was glad that Haley had given up, he couldn’t help but feel a little insulted. Women he’d only fucked once or twice were a lot more persistent and demanding than a woman who claimed she loved him.
Then again, she only loved him as a friend, one that she’d apparently wanted to screw around with for a little while, but a friend, nonetheless. He’d known the entire time they were together that he wasn’t good enough for her, he just never expected Haley to agree.
It figures, Jason thought acidly, tossing his red pen down on the stack of essays he was grading, that the only woman that he’d wanted only wanted him as a fuck buddy. A year ago, he probably would have been flattered that his shy little neighbor saw him as a stud. Now, he just wanted to put his fist through a wall.
He fought back a yawn as he picked his pen back up, wondering what had possessed him to assign an essay on the first day of school. The answer was easy. Haley, and of course, the new biology teacher, Mark Armstrong, who hadn’t left her alone all fucking day, was responsible for this simple act of stupidity.
Jason had been forced to watch as Mark flirted with his little grasshopper. When Haley dropped her notebook in the hallway before first period and bent over to pick it up it had taken every last ounce of control to stop himself from ripping apart the bastard as he hungrily licked his lips while he’d watched Haley’s pert little bottom wiggle. Since Jason still needed this job, he’d refrained from killing the bastard and took it out on his students, who now hated him, instead.
He didn’t give a shit.
The only thing he cared about was getting the hell out of here with his sanity still intact. He doubted that was going to happen if he was forced to see Haley every day and watch as other men drooled over her. He’d have to find out from his realtor tomorrow what Haley was doing to scare people away.
Right now, he was too damn tired to think of the possibilities. He hadn’t been able to sleep much over the past couple of weeks, another thing that he was going to have to fix. He felt himself starting to doze off as his head dropped forward. This time, he didn’t fight it.
“Wake up, Jason,” Haley’s sweet voice had him groaning as his eyes slowly opened.
“Good boy,” she said, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“Haley?” Jason asked groggily as his eyes slowly focused on her adorable face.
“Mmmhmm,” Haley answered absently as she slowly walked around him, letting her fingers glide over his shoulders.
