Jason Isaacs Young Novels & Stories

No prom or… “Hello? Earth to Claire.” I snapped away from my thoughts to stare directly at Jason. Those eyes again; they gave me butterflies in my stomach. “How old are you?” I asked him, unabashed. “Eighteen.” “Oh! So, you live on campus?” “Not exactly. I have an apartment off-campus. No roommates.” “Nice. Tell me about your Mom, how did she return? What was her reaction?” He sat on a chair at the patio table and gave me his hand.