Werewolf Bad Boy {Jason McCann Love Story}

"You saw wrong."

•Selena's POV•
I've seen an angry Jason. I know he has a bad temper that he can't control sometimes. But I've never seen his eyes change color.

He turns his head from my view and I shake my head.

"Jason show me."

"No, okay? You saw wrong." He snaps back.

"I didn't.. They were bright yellow. Why won't you look at me?"

"This isn't the time or place to do this guys." Dakota says and I look back at him.

"Do you two know something I don't?" I ask and he glances at his hands before looking away and sitting back in his seat.

I angrily cross my arms and stare at Jason. I'm sure he sensed my stare because he slowly looks back at me and his eyes were his normal caramel brown color. I furrow my eyebrows and glance at both of his eyes confused.

"How?"

"I told you, you saw wrong."

"I know what I saw Jason. Just.. Take me home."

"Home..? Like to.. My place?" He asks and I glance at him before looking out the window.

"Yes."

He doesn't say anything and instead he starts driving. I lean my head against the window and close my eyes thinking about why his eyes changed colors. Nothing makes sense and now they're keeping secrets from me. Minutes pass and the car finally comes to a stop. I look up at the house before I get out of the car and walk inside. I go straight to the kitchen and lean against the counter trying to rationalize everything. Jason's frame appears in the doorway and I see Dakota behind him walking upstairs.

"Selena.." He trails off and walks closer to me.

That's when I realize he literally had a knife stabbed in his leg. I glance at his leg seeing he's walking perfectly fine and I step back.

I stay quiet and lean my hands against the counter looking down into the empty sink to keep my back to him.

"Baby.." He trails off and I shake my head gripping onto the counter.

"I didn't know we were keeping secrets now." I snap back annoyed and try to process everything in my head. I hear him take a deep breath before he goes silent. I don't speak a word as we sit in an almost comfortable silence.

"You know what?" I say and turn around looking at him annoyed. "Screw this," I continue, "I'm going to bed."

I move passed him and jog up the stairs. I could hear him behind me taking two steps at a time. I ignore him and make my way into his room which we now refer to as 'our' room. He tries grabbing my waist but I turn around and push him back angrily.

"Don't fucking touch me." I state calmly; but I'm very close to losing my temper.

"Baby lets just go to bed and we'll talk in the morning.." He trails off and drops his hands to his sides. I shrug and walk into the closet grabbing a spare blanket and pillow. I walk back out and shove it at his chest.

"Sleep on the damn couch because I won't share a bed with someone who can't be honest with me."

His jaw twitches as he stares at me.

"Can you stop being a bitch?" He asks and I roll my eyes pushing the bedding at him again.

"Just take it and go."

I see his jaw fully clench and he knocks the bedding out of my hands and looks at me angrily.

"I'm not fucking going. This is MY room." He raises his voice and I ball my fists and shake my head as I bend down to pick up the bedding.