The Most Dangerous Kind of Love

Chapter Fourteen

Okay, this isn't edited!! Just a heads up! And also I know it's a little boring because its a filler chapter... Sorry!

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The Most Dangerous Kind of Love 14

When I woke up the next morning, a smile immediately took its place on my lips die to last nights events. I was still so shocked that Jason had opened up to me. He didn't seem like on to do that very often.

Pulling myself out of my white, fluffy bed, I trudged over to my closet and picked out something to wear for school. It was a little depressing that Jason and I had to go to school today, but that was my dads rules. But on the bright side, it was Friday.

I knew that Jason and I would be attracting a lot of attention today because of the bruises and cuts we were both sporting from the explosion. The cut on my forehead wasn't going to be able to be covered with makeup, so I was a little depressed by that, but any other little bruise or cut I had on my face I could cover easily.

Dragging myself to the bathroom, I jumped into the shower to try to wake myself up. Forty-five minutes later, I was clean and presentable for school. My hair was down and slightly curled at the ends, and I had on a cute, simple dress that was white with a brown belt around my waist. The sleeves went down to my elbows, so they covered most of any injuries I had on my arms. But like I said, even with makeup on, that one cut on my forehead that needed stitches was not even remotely close to being covered.

"Knock knock," someone said at the doorway of my bathroom. I turned to find Jason standing there in black skinny jeans and a white T-shirt. We had stopped and got some clothes for him to wear yesterday because we didn't think it was smart to go back to his house.

A shy smile crossed my face when I realized I didn't know how he would react to last night now, and because of the fact that I kissed him last night. Mostly the second one. I didn't know if he was going to blow it off as if nothing had happened, or if he really did think it was a mistake now. But I got my answer when he swooped down and placed a single peck on my cheek, making my heart jump.

I guess I had a shocked or confused look on my face when he pulled away, because he chuckled and said, "I haven't changed my mind. I still like you."

I smiled. "Good. I'm glad."

"You look great, by the way," he said.

I blushed and suddenly found my bathroom floor very interesting. "Thanks," I said kind of quietly.

"You ready to go?" he asked.

I shook my head no. "I have to make breakfast for my family first."

"Family...?" Jason trailed off.

"Oh yeah, you haven't met my brother or sister yet."

"No."

"Oh. Okay, well, Ava's my baby sister, and Zane is my younger brother. You'll love them."

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As it turned out, Ava loved Jason. Zane, not so much. He went all over-protective-younger-brother on him, which made me a little embarrassed.

"Sorry about him," I told Jason as we walked into school. "I don't know what's gotten into him lately."

"It's fine, Channing," he replied easily, not seeming bothered by it at all. "He's a cool kid."

By now we had entered the school, and almost immediately we had all sets of eyes on us. I guess it was because we were walking together, Jason had a smile on his face for once, and we both looked like we had taken a trip through a blender.

"Just ignore them," he whispered to me. "They're just being nosy."

We continued the trip to my locker where I grabbed my books needed for first period.

"Okay, girl, you have to tell me what happ-" Sam cut herself off when she realized Jason was next to me. "Er, uh, hi Jason."

I chuckled at the confused look Jason got on his face. I knew Sam was going to ask me about what happened when I didn't show up to class yesterday.

"What the hell happened to your face?" she nearly yelled, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Um," I didn't know how to answer that. It's not like I'm going to say 'Oh, you know. I nearly died yesterday after Jason's psycho friends kidnapped me and tried to blow me up.' For some reason, I don't think she would take that seriously.

I just told her what we told my dad and the doctors: "We were walking through the woods when we found a warehouse-looking thing. We hadn't seen it before, so we went inside to check it out. Apparently someone wanted that building gone because there was bomb inside, and we only got so far away before it detonated."

Sam stated at me with wide eyes. "Holy shit. How are you still alive?!" she yelled at Jason and I. "And why were you in the woods?!"

At a loss for words, I looked at Jason for help.

"We were just taking a walk," Jason said casually.

"Since when do y'all hang out so much?" Sam countered.

"Since yesterday," Jason said.

Sam studied him for a minute before sighing. "Well, I'm glad y'all are okay. And alive."

I laughed half-heartedly. "Me too."

***

Weeks passed. Jason and I both healed from the explosion, and more or less forgot about it. School was boring. Home was normal. Jason and I had become impossibly close, which is weird because when I came here, he was the typical badass that I would never consider getting involved with. And, any rumor at school about Jason and me died down within a week.

It was almost a month after the explosion now, and Jason was moving back out. We had healed weeks ago, but my dad actually insisted he stay until he knew for sure he was okay. We briefly explained how Jason had nowhere to live, and my dad let him stay until he found an apartment.

"It kind of sucks that you have to leave," I muttered.

Jason smiled at me. "I'll still see you. You're welcome at my apartment any time, you know."

I smiled and looked at the ground. I actually really hated the idea of him leaving. Even though we had grown really close, we hadn't become official or anything. We haven't even kissed since those two days after the explosion. But other than that, he's been great. He's open with me, he's honest with me, he's funny, he's caring, he's sweet - I could go on. It's just weird how much he's changed in the past month. He gets along with my new friends at school really well, and he even gets along with Zane now. It sucks that he has to leave.

"Why don't you come over tomorrow?" Jason asked me. "We can just hang around the apartment and watch movies, or something."

I smiled. "I'd like that." Tomorrow was Saturday, so I wouldn't be doing anything anyways. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," he repeated before jumping on his motorcycle and speeding off down the road.