The Most Dangerous Kind of Love

Chapter Three

The Most Dangerous Kind of Love 3

*Jason's POV*

Fuck my life. Of course there has to be a new student right this very point in time - one of the most critical parts of my life. And not to mention, this certain new student just happened to be in almost every single one of my classes, and she just so happened to be one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen.

I did not just say that.

God, fuck you Alex for dragging me into this shit. If I could've had a normal life - one without any explosives or guns or stuff like that, I would be so much better off.

After school the day I met Channing, I jumped on my motorcycle and sped off to my brother Alex's house. Well, I guess it was my house, too, but it didn't feel like it. No place did. And I didn't stay there ever. I stayed at Ralph's house.

I flew down the roads, not caring if police were around, even though that was the very last thing that needed to happen. If I somehow got the cops on my ass, I'd be in deep shit, let me just say that much.

My mind wandered back to Channing. I tried to scare her off today so that she would learn to stay away from me. That's why I flipped her off and was rude to her. No, she didn't deserve it, but I could already tell that if we became friends, it would cause major problems. It would be dangerous for her, as well as myself.

But I don't think that she got the message. I think I just confused her. She was always calm no matter what. It was aggravating!

A few minutes later, I pulled up to the crappy little shack my brother calls his house. I turned off the bike and walked to the door. Throwing it open, I found my brother and the rest of the gang crowed around the counter.

"Jason," Alex called. "Come here. We have a new project."

I rolled my eyes to myself. They didn't know that I didn't want to be in this shit. They'd probably kill me if they knew that. No joke. But I'm basically forced into it because Alex is technically my guardian since my parents died a few years back.

Let me rephrase that: since the gang murdered them before my own very eyes two years back.

I walked over to the counter and saw a map laid out.

"Okay, here's the place..." Zach started. He went on about where to plant the bombs, the escape route, and so on. I zoned out.

After about an hour and setting a specific hit date, most of the guys left.

"So, Jason," Alex said, plopping down on the couch. "How was school?"

He smirked, like he knew something was up.

"Fine," I snapped, walking out of the room and to the kitchen. I went through the fridge and pulled out a quick snack.

"Alex, I'm leaving!" I called, getting no response.

I was going to Ralph's house - where I normally stayed.

The only problem is that he's pissed at me right now. So it'll be interesting how this goes down.