Ride Or Die

5:30 Morning Training!!!

Ride or Die~ 5:30 MORNING TRAINING?!

Each person's room in the ware house was like their own personal suit. A kitchen, little living room, bedroom, office, bathroom, and nice sized closet.

Considering the time Jason had been apart of the gang, his suit was a pretty good size. When we got to the door I noticed a Gold plate engraved "McCann" it was only then that I let my eyes wonder and notice everyone else had them too. I turned in a 180 and saw that the room across from ours said "Keys". Confused I looked over at Jason,

"Beau is just across the hall?" He shrugged and started taking off his shoes, then he went towards the closet doors with them in his hands. I followed slowly, the closet was huge. It looked like someone could get lost in it for days. Jason has walls of shoes, mostly Supras.

My eyes sparkled at the sight of them. "I'm gonna go take a shower..." I trailed off walking towards the door I hoped would be the bathroom. "Don't go in there." Jason came from the closet and stopped me just before I reached the door.

"Uh why?" I asked confused and let my hand drop to my side. "That's my office, and I don't like visitors." He smirked before pointing a door over, "That's the bathroom." I rolled my eyes and walked in.

The steaming water hit my back in all the right spots, relieving some stress. I let out a long sigh, running my fingers through my hair. How did I get here? When did things get so complicated? When did my situation become so life or death? Why does Jason hate me so much? Why is Beau so different than Jason? Why isn't Micah as mean as I would picture a gang leader? Where are other people in the gang? Why does the warehouse have so many cars? So many questions raced through my mind at once I couldn't keep up and eventually found myself becoming overwhelmed. Then came the important questions. Are they going to kill me? What will people think when I start not showing up to school? Will they even notice? What if I don't pass the test? What if the other gang members don't like me? What about Branson? And Serena? When can I got get my stuff? Will I ever be able to go home? What about school? All the problems I would soon encounter about brought me to tears. Better now than in front of Jason.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a large white towel that rose just above my knee caps. When I walked over to the mirror I reached up to wipe away the fog. I sighed at my reflection. My black hair was long, almost to my waist. My eyes were just as crystal, pure blue as always. My skin was tan, olive color even. I had to admit though, my eye make up was a mess. Black was smeared around both my eyes, not bad, but it gave me an edgy look. Then I remembered, I don't have any clothes to sleep in.

"Jason?" I cracked the door opened, the coldness of the room hitting me and sending shivers throughout my entire body like electricity.

"What?" He responded shortly looking down at his phone, not even glancing up. "I need a favor." He shook his head still not looking up, "no."

"Jason."

"What?"

"Please?"

"No?"

"Jason!"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Let me borrow clothes to sleep in"

"Why should I?"

"Cause YOU kidnapped ME"

"Didn't you pack any for Serena's?"

"I was gonna borrow some"

"Needy bitch" He mumbled before rolling off the bed and shuffling to his long dresser where he pulled out white Nike basketball shorts and a MMA shirt. He brought them over to me, even in his tired eyes, I could see him checking me out. I gasped and took the clothes then shut the door and changed.

"You do MMA?" I asked, walking out of the bathroom, towel drying my hair. He glanced up from his phone to me then back down at it, not really interested, "Used to." I sighed when my hair was nothing more than damp. "Were you any good?"

"Hm?"

"MMA"

"You heard Micah," He stopped to almost boost his self confidence which was obviously not needed,

"I'm the best fighter in the gang."

"How many are in the gang?"

"Couple hundred," he shrugged.
For some reason I almost found it attractive that Jason was such a good fighter, better than hundreds that did it on a daily basis. It made being with him feel a lot safer, but then again, I did see him kill someone tonight. My body collapsed into the opened side of the king sized bed, I heard a husky chuckle come from Jason. I looked up to see him looking back at me.

"Goodnight," I spoke softly before rolling over and closing my eyes.

"Night."

..........

"Paisley!" Jason hissed the next morning. My eyes slowly opened, feeling like my eye lids each weighed a ton. When I saw it was only Jason I shoved my face back into the sea of pillows hoping to regain my slumber.

"Paisley," He repeated. My hand shot up and I started touching his face all over. "What the fuck are you doing?" He sounded annoyed.

"Looking for your snooze button."

"Amazing."

"Hm?" I murmured not really interested in anything other than sleep.

"You're even a bitch when you're half asleep."

"Funny." I replied sarcastically then looked at the clock on his side of the bed, 5:32. "What the hell?! Why are you waking me up so early?!"

"Training starts now. Meet me in the gym in 5 minutes or it won't be pretty. You can wear the sweat pants I laid out for you." He stated before leaving the room.

I rolled over, this day is going to be hell. My body tiredly drug itself to the dresser where they was a pair of Jason's sweat pants, I slipped them on. They were baggy on me but I didn't mind. Considering he didn't lay out a shirt for me I decided on wearing my sports bra that I did pack. Quickly after I realized I only had two more minutes so I pulled my hair into a loose pony tail, pulling down my fly aways and baby hairs. My reflection in the mirror was a worn out girl who was about to most likely get her ass kicked.