The bad good girl and him

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

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Jason's POV

I watch as she fumbles to lock the front door her hands shaking a little, I smile because I've clearly made her feel this way kind of makes me feel proud that I still haven't lost my touch. I grab her hand gently prying the key from her fingers and finish locking the door myself, still grinning like the fucking idiot I am. I watch as she walks to my car with a slight smile materialising on her delicate face. God she looks like a fucking angel. Oh for fuck sake I sound like a girl I need to go...fuck I don't even know, I need to go punch something, I also need to go run my gang can't have them falling slack and losing any of our assets.

*Flashback to 20 minutes ago"

I walk into her room following behind her I study the room every inch of wall covered in either posters or photos, there's one wall directly behind her bed dedicated to photos, I see some of her with a guy next to her, there's one with a different man kissing her cheek she looked so innocent while she was just stood there blushing furiously, there is some of her and her best-friend, Hope I think it is. As I look closer I see me, Sam and Luke in the background pulling faces even though you'd have to look really close at the photo to even see us it sends a weird tingly feeling through me, as I lean closer to investigate I realise the day it was taken, the day before my life flipped.

I turn to look over at Willow, watching her move gracefully around the room collecting the things she needs which somehow I failed to grab when I was here packing her stuff to move to mine, what they are I have no clue who the hell knows what women pack, I don't even want to go there, it just reminds me of a time when I was probably only 13 I was searching grandma's purse for her wallet (let's keep in mind grandma's a very...active older citizen)  when I came across something that had a similar texture to the fabric of her wallet instinctively pulling it out the scream that left my mouth when  I looked at the used condom I was holding and what was grandma's response, 'oh I forgot I had that couldn't leave it in my car could I now'. I shudder at that thought. God that was the most disgusting moment of my life. At least I know willow won't be keeping any used condoms in her bag. Hopefully.

I shiver slightly in disgust leaving a trail of goose-bumps to rise on my skin.

"Would you quit looking at me like that it's weird." She hisses at me her cheeks going a light shade of blush.

Damn busted. THINK FAST. THINK FAST. A COMPLIMENT WILL DO DIPSHIT.

"Why would I want to take my eyes off of something so spectacular?"

"Because this- she gestures to her body "- is not something spectacular, this doesn't even count as OK."

Ok now I'm pissed who the hell said she wasn't even OK she's more than fucking spectacular

"What do you mean you don't even count as OK you could pass as a model in my books." I say genuinely with a response of shrugged shoulders.

I quickly cross the room and lift my fingers under her chin raising her head high enough so that I could look straight into her eyes so she knows just how much I'm telling the truth.

"You are not fat, you are perfect you have the perfect curves you have no flab"- I graze my hand slowly over her flat stomach – "you are most definitely not ugly, you are the talk of school, every girl is envious of you all the guys dream of having you in their bed, you're skin marks are part of you they are not something that you should be embarrassed over if someone ever told you different than they are the idiot because you are perfect in your own imperfect ways the scars you have show just how strong you actually truly are they show just how much you have gone through, from every wound there is a scar, every scar tells its own story, a story that says 'I have survived', scars show where you have been they do not dictate where you are going, you are not gross, you are perfect, your body is not ruined you're a fucking tiger who earned her stripes. So don't you dare say that you are ugly or fat or flabby, don't say that you're hideous don't say you're gross, because when I look at you, want to know what I see? "