Menace | Jason McCann

C. 03

"Ari, babe, are you alright?" Jordan worriedly asked me. "Yeah, I'm fine," I looked over at him, "I'll be right back, stay here." I told him, looking back over at where the guy headed and started to follow his path.

Who was that guy? Was I supposed to know him because he definitely didn't look familiar.

I walked out the door he left through and looked around the parking lot. Then there he was, walking towards a red Ferrari. "Hey! Stop! Wait!" I yelled out to him, making him stop in his tracks.

I watched as he turned around slowly then I took my chance and jogged over to him, well, at least tried since I was wearing heels. "Why'd you do that?" I asked, once I got to him.

"Excuse me?" He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Like, why'd you help me?"
"Okay, so you're telling me that you'd rather get raped than get help?"

"No," I mumbled, looking down, "It's just, you helped me and I don't even know your name."

"It's Jason." He smirked, putting his sunglasses on, which is confusing because 12 am and there's no sight of sun.

"Well, thank you, Jason." I nodded at him before turning around to walk away. I take one step forward but only to be pulled back five steps. I looked down at the hands around my waist and see a piece of paper sticking out of one of the hands.

"You're welcome." He whispered into my ear as I grabbed the piece of paper out of his hand. He then let go of my hips, causing me to turn around and watch as he got into his car, revving it up and drove away. I looked down at the paper in my hand and unfolded it carefully. 

"You look mighty fine in that dress, babygirl. Make sure you give me a call." It read, followed by 10 digits, his phone number.

•••

"So he just drove off?" Beverly asked as I examined a shirt on a hanger. We were currently in forever 21 and I was trying to shop for a couple of new shirts.

"Mhm, so do you like this shirt? Or is it too much floral?" I asked, holding up the shirt in front of me to show her.

"Ari, focus." She snapped, taking the shirt from me and hanging it in a random spot next to her.

"I am focused. Looking for shirts, which is what I'm here for." I shrugged, looking through another rack of clothing. It was the truth. I was looking for some new shirts but she of course has to hear everything thats going on in my life.

"C'mon Ariella," She groaned, "Did he at least tell you his name?". "Oh yeah, he did." I casually spoke though her eyes lit up quick.

"What was it?" She smiled widely, shaking me by my shoulders.

"Uhhh, Jack? Jackson? Josh?" I bit my lip, trying to remember, "I don't remember, but I know it started with a 'J'." I nodded, turning to look at some more shirts.

"God, you really suck at this." Beverly responded along with a groan.

"Whatever, at leas-" I stopped midsentance as something bumped into me, pretty roughly. "What the fuck?!" I furrowed my eyebrows, catching my balance. I turned around, ready to snap right until my eyes recognized the person in front of me.

"My bad." He responded before actually noticing me. "Jason?" I stared at him.

"I'm guessing you remember now." Beverly mumbled behind me, causing me to elbow her.

"Oh, hey, beautiful. I knew you couldn't stay away from me." He smirked, looking down at me causing me to snort.

"Yeah, right. Do you see where you are? You're in a girl store, smart ass." I snapped, crossing my arms against my chest.

He chuckled, shaking his head, getting ready to respond until a girl voice interrupted him. "I'm ready, baby." The girl looked up to see us three.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?" The girl asked as I stared at her. She was wearing black jean shorts, a white crop top and I'm pretty sure she was wearing the same jacket that Jason was wearing last night.

"I'm guessing he has two names." Beverly interrupted the silence as we all stared at each other. Holy fuck, this girl is his girlfriend.