Werewolf Bad Boy {Jason McCann Love Story}

"I miss her."

GUYS THATS JASON AND ANASTASIA AND PERSONALLY I FIND THEM SO CUTE!!!!! ^^^

ALSO I PICTURE BLAKE AS IAN SOMERHALDER AKA DAMON SALVATORE AKA MY LOVE.

OK NOW WITH THE STORY.

•Selena's POV•
"What the hell?"

I look up at Blake annoyed and he keeps a finger to his lips indicating for me to remain quiet.

"Fuck you and your quiet bullshit." I snap and pull my arm from his grasp.

He rolls his eyes and grabs my arm, yet again, and drags me to an abandoned game. We go behind the booth with no one in sight and he huffs; turning to look at me.

"How much do you really know about the McCann brothers?"

I squint my eyes at him in annoyance and cross my arms.

"Enough. Why do you care? And why lead me to an abandoned booth?"

"So we could talk. Now how much do you know? About their family? About them?"

"Screw you. I don't have to tell you anything."

His jaw clenches and the look he sends me sent shivers down my spine. His icy blue eyes lost the bit of kindness they held and instead they showed anger.

"Answer me." He stares coldly and I swallow hard and barely whisper,

"Jason doesn't talk much about his family. He's closed off, it's a sensitive subject."

"Right. And how much do you know about him and Jeremy? You ever seen something suspicious about them? And his little fucking gang that follows him around every five seconds?"

Now it's my turn to glare at him.

"Leave those boys out of this. They've been nothing but kind to me."

He lets out a breath and shakes his head putting his hands in his pockets.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Yeah, there's something different about them, but it's no big deal. What's your point Blake?"

He pulls something out of his pocket and I notice they're pictures. I raise my eyebrow as he holds them out to me. I hesitate but slowly grab them and gasp quietly.

Every picture is of Jason with a girl.

A different girl in every photo.

And he's kissing them all.

More like he's fucking them all because they didn't have any clothes on.

Tears prick at my eyes and I look up at Blake seeing a proud smirk across his face.

"How'd you get these?!"

"I have friends." He states casually then glances behind me and glares.

"Selena?"

Anger rushes through me as I hear Jason's voice. I turn around, gripping the photos in my hands, and look at him with pure hatred.

There were at least 15 photos in this damn stack.

At least 15 women he's slept with. And I'm guessing Barbara is one of them.

"I'll leave you two alone."

Blake touches my arm; trying to comfort me, but I flinch under his touch due to the history we had. He clears his throat uncomfortably and makes his way around me, leaving me and Jason alone next to the empty booth.