The Fanboy.

Chapter 8

I go to hide behind Jason but it's too late. "Dakota?" Jayden calls, coming towards me. I cower behind Jason as Jayden steps towards me with that big, convincing, happy smile that I knew so well. "Hey babe!" He says and goes to hug me but Jason steps in front of him and growls "don't even think about it." "Yo man get out of my way." Jayden yells, pushing Jason in the way that I also knew so well. "J-Jayden p-please don't start anything." I stumble, scared out of my mind. "You weren't even apart of this!" Jayden tells and whacks me clear in the face. As soon as I hit the ground Jason knees Jayden in the gut and pushes him to the ground. After kicking Jayden in the face a couple times, Jason picks me up and takes me to a bathroom. "Hey.... Hey it's okay." Jason hugs me as I cry softly into his shoulder. I lift my head a little, staring into a mirror to see a big black eye. I sigh. "I'm sorry Jason. I didn't expect him to be back.... He moved a couple years ago and I thought that was the last I'd see of him." Jason nods sadly and hugs me tightly. I hold onto him and all the sudden hear a loud banging on the door and a male voice cursing loudly. "ah great." Jason mutters, and lifts me up. He listens until the banging stops and then bursts out of the door, knocking Jayden down. Jayden reaches for my shirt and I knock his hand away, as Jason runs off with me in his arms. When we finally get to his house, he sets me down on the porch, breathing heavily. "You're really strong, to carry me all that way." I say, noticing his big muscles for the first time. He shrugs and smirks at me "you're really light, it's not that hard." I blush a little and he laughs. "C'mon, I'm hungry let's go inside and get something to eat." i follow him into the house, smiling as we get a snack and then go to his room to eat and read. A couple hours later, after dinner and all, I knock on Jason's door. "Jason, uh can I come in?" i call in and I hear a muffled "yeah" from the other side of the door. I enter, and Jason looks at me, shocked. My eyes instantly wander down to my outfit, a baggy shirt and big shorts tied around my waist and a messy bun on my head. My typical pajamas. He's still staring at me and I look at him confused. "What is it?" I laugh. He shakes his head and I notice that he does not have a shirt on. I look away, blushing. He looks at me, confused for a moment and then looking at his own outfit he laughs. "What, am I too pretty for you?" He says, and I laugh, shaking my head. "Jason put on a shirt please." And he smirks at me. "No, I think I'll stay like this for the night." He says and I laugh, still looking down. Because of this, of course I don't notice that he came towards me until I'm slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I hit his back playfully "put me down!" I yell but he starts running around his room with me over his shoulder. I laugh as he starts jumping on his trampoline, me bouncing up and down wildly on his shoulder. Jason finally dives onto his beanbag, hugging me to chest. I roll off and laugh, and he stands up and pulls on a shirt. "I hope that there were no permanent damage given to you, due to the conditions of the last 5 minutes." I shake my head, only forming a couple bruises on my legs. "Okay.... Shall we read then?" He says but I shake my head again and yawn. "I wanna go to bed." I say and he chuckles. "Okay.... Race ya there!" Jason exclaims before sprinting to my room. I jump up and run after him and a few seconds later I see him laying on bed upside down, laughing. I fake-groan and he rolls off, standing to his feet again. "Goodnight," He says chuckling and I wave, tucking myself under the covers and slowly falling asleep....... I wake up to a loud crash coming from down the hall. I rub my eyes and check the time, 3:00 AM. I mentally groan and stand, silently opening my door a crack to see who woke me up. I freeze, not believing my eyes. Jayden was standing right there, turned the other way and fumbling in the darkness. I instantly close my door quietly and lock it. After that I shove a dresser and chair up against the door, the bed being to heavy to push. I try to catch my breath, my heart racing. What is he doing here?! How did he get here?! How did he find me?!?! I suddenly here a faint beeping right next to me, and look down warily. The damn boy had put a tracker on the inside hem of my shirt! All the sudden I hear a bang from outside and I gasp, mentally cursing myself for being loud, and hoping he didn't hear. But all my wishes were ignored as I hear a voice up close to my door whisper, "gotcha."