Novel & Cerita Jason Voorhees Girlfriend

Aaron said, pointing at him. "We're listening." "I don't owe either of you a name." "You kind of do," I said, leaning into Jason. "I really don't." "Then she's imaginary." "She is not—" he stopped, exhaled, looked somewhere above my head like he was asking the ceiling for patience. "You know what, I came here to celebrate you two. Not to be interrogated about my completely real and existing girlfriend whose name is—" he paused, "—none of your business."

Before Hailey decides to answer it—Jason snatches it and answers it. "Hailey." On the other line was a sad voice. Jason moans. "Uhh, sorry for calling you late but—I just wanted to meet up with you." "Dude, I fuck your ex-girlfriend and now she's asleep so just hush okay? Now I am going to fuck another ex-girlfriend. What's her name? Karen, right? The one who cheated on Hailey? Oh—by the way—I am going to collect those girls and do a survey on who's the best in bed." Then Jason hung up. "Motherf*cker." He muttered and signaled Hailey to keep on massaging.

Her phone was already in her hand, and she was recording. Her mouth dropped open as she gasped, “Oh my God. Oh my actual God. It’s you. It’s her.” Then she swung her phone around to catch Samantha’s face. “Guys, look! It’s Jason Hale’s girlfriend! Samantha Torres, in real life, right here at Beacon Hills Hospital!” “I’m not his girlfriend!” Samantha snapped. “Not yet!” the nurse sang, practically bouncing on her toes with excitement as she moved left and right to get more angles. “But five million dollars says you will be soon!”

“Jason Cho has a sibling?” “An older sister,” Jenna said warily. “She ran away years ago with some lowly scientist. Her name was Sheila Cho and her husband was some guy named Charles.” Heath, who was about to take a sip, froze in his action. Sheila and Charles? “Charles Wang?” he inadvertently asked. “Yes!” Jenna replied. “Aunty Dahlia told me that Sheila ran away with someone named Charles Wang. But how do you know?” Heath’s mind was now working fast. Sheila was Jason’s sister? And he recently had a mysterious fiance?

I ask him, shocked that the Jason I trusted and was friends with will do something like this. “Have you signed the papers? I’ll be bringing my girlfriend over later today to get her acquainted to Jared. I don’t need you lashing out or causing a scene, understand?” And with that he hangs up. I spend the rest of the time crying, feeding Jared and wondering who his lover is. Towards the evening, Jason arrives to the house. With his best friend, who happens to be a model. When they step through the front door, she gives me a smile like she wasn’t about to wreck my life.

He looks like Casady, with black curls and blue eyes. Jason also met someone. Well, they have known each other for a few years but it wasn't until Cassady's wedding that Jason and Freddie announced their relationship. Last year, Freddie proposed to Jason, and they are planning the wedding of the year, according to Jason. Brian picks her up and she lays down on his chest, closing her eyes. I watch the father and daughter wishing my sons could also have that. Sandra is lucky to have a husband who takes good care of her and their daughter. Tears form in my eyes as I think about him but I quickly blink them away. I don't want them to see that he still haunts me.

And. ''Hold up, hold up.... Jason? Is it the Jason?'' She interrupts. ''Yes. Jason King.'' ''You mean Jason King? Like Jason King ?'' She asks. There is this weird look in her eyes that is scaring me. ''Yes, Jason King, the hotelier. '' I say. ''Oh, my fuck... Shit... You are getting married to Jason King? Wow.... This is just great. I mean, shit... The Jason king... That guy is so hot, he is a frigging snack and...''

A figure appeared in the doorway, walking in as though the house belonged to her. “Lila?” I breathed. "What are you doing here?" She stepped into the room, smiling. Her dress clung to her curves, but what caught my eye was the swell of her stomach. She was pregnant. Lila moved closer to Jason and slipped her arm around his, her grip firm, possessive. Her head leaned slightly against his shoulder, and the smugness in her eyes said everything. It all clicked. The late nights. The sudden distance. She was the reason why Jason had begun giving me the cold shoulder. Jason had not just cheated on me with any random person. Of all people, my cousin was the best choice?

It truly was best for him that we separated. Seeing that I remained silent, Shawn stepped closer and lowered his voice. "Back then, Jason waited for you in the snow for three days and nights, ignoring his own injuries just to beg you to stay. In the end, you left the country without a word. "If it wasn't for Freya, he would have ended up disabled for life!" Shawn stood up for his best friend, brimming with anger. "Janice Moyer, why did you have to come back now, just when Jason is at his happiest? Can't you stand to see him doing well?"

It slips my mind for a second that she has a boyfriend, a very popular one. “Don’t worry, he’s my friend,” I whisper. “I should go,” She says, already turning away. I don’t stop her. I keep my eyes fixed on her until she disappears out of the dressing room. Jason lifts an eyebrow. “Dude, do you even realize who I just saw with you?” I give a half shrug. “I am not blind. I know exactly who she is.” He steps in closer and gives me a light punch on the arm. “That Whitmore girl. Westbrook’s girlfriend. What the hell is she doing here, alone, with you?”