The Most Dangerous Kind of Love

Chapter Seven

The Most Dangerous Kind of Love 7

I took Jason's advice. I didn't tell anyone about the shooting. I came close to, but I didn't.

Every time I opened my mouth to tell either my dad, or even Sam, there was something stopping me. It was a pull in my stomach that warned me that I shouldn't tell.

I know I should've called the cops, or something, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Jason's words replayed through my head over and over. 'Don't tell anyone about what just happened. It won't be pretty.'

That line bugged me. I couldn't figure out how he was tied to the shooting. Why would someone want to kill Jason? Did he know he was going to be shot at when he went in that alley? If so, why go there? It just didn't make sense.

Anyways, that Thursday was when Jason decided to talk about it with me. It was during lunch.

"Channing, we need to talk," he snapped when he walked up to the table where Sam, me, and a few other people were sitting. As soon as Jason said that, I had everybody's attention.

"You tend to try to 'talk' to me a lot," I snapped back. "Like every time I see you. Never really works for you."

"Let's go," he said, gritting his teeth together.

I sighed exasperatedly and got up from my table.

Jason walked out to an empty hallway. The lights were off, so it was a little dark.

When we were a good ways away from the cafeteria, Jason turned to face me.

"So what did you want to talk about?" I snapped.

"I just wanted to talk," he huffed.

"You tend to try to talk to me a lot," I repeated. "Never really works for you."

Jason glared at me. "You didn't go to the police. Why?"

I shrugged. "I guess I didn't want to."

Jason shook his head. "That's not your real answer."

I rolled my eyes. "Why do you care?"

He blinked, his face going neutral. "I don't. I'm just wondering."

"Why do you care?" I repeated.

"Just tell me, god dammit!" he yelled, kicking the lockers, making me flinch.

"I... I had a feeling I shouldn't go to the police," I said in a small voice. "That's why."

Jason laughed sarcastically. "You had a feeling? That's it?! That's why you didn't go to the police?!"

I nodded small, suddenly scared.

Jason looked about ready to hit me, and that scared me. He looked angry, vicious, and dangerous. He had this light reflecting off one side of his face, shadowing the other so it was dark. He had an evil glint was in his eye.

"Jason, you're scaring me," I whispered.

*Jason's POV*

Channing had this look in her eye that I couldn't describe. She was scared of me right now, no doubt about that. And or some reason, that upset me.

But isn't that what I wanted? I wanted her to be scared of me so that she would stay away from me, right?

Then why do I want nothing more than to know her better? To be able to be friends with her? If not something more... Ugh, Jason, snap out of it!

"Jason, you're scaring me," she whispered. She then leaned back against the lockers, and slid down them so she was sitting on the ground. The shadows covered her like a blanket. She buried her head in her hands and let out a big sigh. Well, more like a gasp of air when you can't seem to get enough in your body.