My Savior { jastin }

Chapter 2

Jason

"So you're saying that he's back?" I raised my eyebrow at Charlie, biting my lip in anticipation.

I thought we killed him.

"Yes, and he's looking for a fight. He will go after anything and everything that means something to you." He said, eyeing everyone in the gang.

"This is really beyond ridiculous. He just won't die." I said and stood up, running a hand through my hair. I can't handle this right now.

"Sorry Jason. We'll get him this time, yeah?" Bruce said and patted my back.

I just shrugged him off, walking away from them.

I just never catch a fucking break huh?

_

I walked into my house at around 1:30 and heard the television in Justin's room on.

No, it's not his own personified room. It's the room across from mine, and I think he likes it?

He doesn't talk much, he wakes up and goes to school, comes back and goes right back to his room.

Sometimes I'd notice new bruises, a few scratches on him, and I figured something happened st school. Maybe a fight or so.

I walked upstairs and looked towards Justin's door, seeing that he left his door open.

I chuckled softly and saw him sleeping on his bed, laying horizontally, his arms and legs spread out.

Soft snores falling from his mouth.

He looked so peaceful when he slept.

A good break from his normal broken features.

Broken. Broken features.

I shut off his television and threw a blanket over him.

I don't know why, but I feel like I need to protect him. When I first saw him, I felt a certain connection to him that I knew I couldn't just ignore.

Love at first sight?

No, I mean he's attractive and everything.

But, love at first sight is so, so unreal.

He didn't even put up an argument when I told him he was staying with me. There was no fight, only a little protest.

It was, strange.

He's been staying with me for already 2 weeks and his parents haven't even sent out a search party.

Fucking ridiculous.

He told me about his parents, with one of the times that we spoke. It just slipped from his mouth.

I, of course, was pissed. He was just so, adorable and fragile looking.

That showed he trusted me which I don't understand.

_

I was watching some random ass show on the television when I heard footsteps behind me.

I turned around and saw a sleepy Justin with just sweats on, he was rubbing at his eyes and yawning.

His body has almost cleared from the bruises, but his face told a different story.

I stood up quickly and walked to him. I was slightly taller than him, but not that much.

"What happened?" I asked and he looked nervous, biting his lip as he shrugged.

"Um, just some stuff at school." He said and tried to avoid looking directly at me.

He was still timid around me, which is understanding.

"What kind of stuff?" I pushed on, looking closely at his bruise.

"Um, I wasn't looking where I was walking and ran into Chris and he wasn't happy about that." He shrugged and gave a small, fake, smile.

I sighed and closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Why does he get treated like this?

He's a great guy.

"Lets go check out your bruises." I told him and made my way to the bathroom.

_

"That's really bad Justin." I said while I was washing off his face and cleaning his lip.

He just winced every now and then.

"I need to teach you how to fight."  I tried to make a joke from the situation.

We both slightly chuckled, me still dabbing at his face and I took this chance to really notice how beautiful he really was.

His perfect eyes that hold so much emotion in them stared right back into mine.

I could feel his breath hit my face and I kind of felt nervous.

I'm getting a feeling right now that I don't know how to act upon.

I found myself moving closer to him and I saw him move forward too.

We stopped only a centimeter away from each other.

It was driving me crazy, so I took a gamble and just pressed my lips against his.

A complete stranger, that had some of the best damn lips.