Ride Or Die

That Boy

That Boy

The next morning I woke up in my very own suite. Sighing, I finger combed my out my tangles and studied the room. In a sense, I was almost regretting requesting to room cause if I didn't have it, it would be a great excuse to spend the night with Jason again. However, I climbed out of bed and drug myself to the bathroom in order to begin my morning routine.

I ran into Jason's room and pounced on the bed smiling, but it soon faded the second I realized I was the only one in the room. I sat there for a moment with my lips pursed and eye brows narrow, "Where is he..." I whispered to myself before looking to the clock on his night stand, 7:34.. He never wakes up this early unless he has training or a mission. A voice interrupted my thoughts causing me to jump slightly and quickly turn to see Jason in the doorway of his closet smirking, "Hey."
"You're up early," I giggled rolling out of his bed and skipping over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, his around my petite figure. He just glared down at me as if he was mentally tracing every accessory to my face. Then the corners of his lips rose as he spoke, "And you're in a good mood." I blushed looking down at the small space between our bodies, still in each other's arms. The space was quickly closed by him pulling me closer, making me look up with rose red cheeks. "Why's that?" He was nearly smirking. I laughed lightly and pushed off his body, twirling away and landing back on the bed with a smile on my face, "So there's this guy..." I began jokingly. "Mhm," He encouraged moving closer to the bed. "And he's breath taking in every way."
"Continue," He stopped at the foot of the be with his eye brows raised.
"And he kissed me last night..." I trailed off blushing even more.
Jason fake gasped as he lowered his body over mine, not touching me, holding his own weight in both hands on either side of my body. I could do nothing more than admire his beauty from below. "What a lucky guy," His voice spoke huskily and the coldness of his breath sent shivers up my spine while the minty sensation filled my nostrils. "But I think I'm the lucky one."

"I miss Branson though," I spoke to Haley later that day as we were watching the younger gang members train in the room in front of us. We watched through the window, I was more focused on one little boy in particular. He looked a lot like my younger brother maybe a few years older. "Flen," Haley's voice caught my attention, I craned my neck to see her staring back at me.
"What?" I asked confused.
"That's the name of the little boy you're watching." She smiled and nodded her head towards the boy through the window.
I turned back also, "Oh." I really did miss Branson and Serena. I've been so caught up in this life and getting used to things that I almost forgot I had a life before this.
"Jason?" I entered the shooting range and walked over to him training a small class of tweens. His eyes lite up when they came across me, I smiled back. He motioned for the boy to put the gun down and he took out his ear plugs, "Hey Pais. What's up?"
I shoved my hands deep into my pockets and shifted my weight from one foot to another awkwardly, afraid of his reaction, "I miss them."
"Who?"
"Branson and Serena. What do I do about school? Will I be able to go back? And what about my old life in gener--" I was cut off by him grabbing my shoulders and shaking me lightly, "We'll meet with Micah after this lesson, I'll come find you." I nodded quietly before walking away. I barely made it a step before I felt his hand tap my ass, by the time I turned back to scold him he was already working with the boy again. Just before I turned to make my way out if the room I could have sworn I saw him smirk. My head shook as I laughed to myself. That boy.

♥Daesha