Ride Or Die

Damn you McCann

Damn you McCann☯

It was almost as if he took a minute-- to pause? Jason stopped dead in his tracks, expression softening, "H-hurt you?" I took a moment for me to figure out what he had actually said because his voice was so low and the slurring didn't help. A wave of relief came over me as I looked into his eyes searching and only finding that this was no angry boy standing in front of me. No, it was worse than that. The man that stood in front of me was hurt, it was written clearly all over his face.
"Jason, you need to go," My eyes wandered off the hot mess stationed in front of me. "I-I'm sorry..." He stuttered before turning to walk away. "Did you just say your sorry?" My mouth dropped to form an 'O' . I've never once heard Jason McCann apologize for anything. "Yeah, I did." He stated blankly, rubbing the back of his neck and continued to walk out of the room. Even minutes after he was gone, I continued to stare down at the door, did that really just happen?

By the time I woke up the next morning I knew what I needed to do; I had thought about my decision long and hard the night before and I came to the conclusion that it was time to forgive Jason. He never intentionally hurt me. So after getting ready and applying a bit of make up, I got a Gatorade from the mini fridge and a few Advil tablets from the bottle in my night stand, then I went to Jason's room.
"Jason?" I knocked on the door quietly before cracking it opened to see him lying there, sleeping like a perfect angel. He groaned and rolled over as the light from the hall way fled into the dark room. I tried to hide a smile that was unwillingly creeping onto my face from his cute reaction. I made my way over to his bed and sat next to him, looking him over. "Paisley?" He let out in his attractive morning voice. "Yeah," I swallowed my pride, "Can we talk?" My voice was gentle, I didn't want to cause him any further pain with his headache. Despite the agony he was in, he pulled himself into a sitting position, grasping the front of his hair as if punishing himself for last night, "Sure."
Noting his hang over I pushed the Advil and Gatorade into his lap which only resulted in eye contact, "I thought you hated me?" He questioned. I lightly shrugged and looked away before coming back to his flawless face. I dared to stare over every aspect of him, searching for a single fault, but found none. Mentally, I face palmed myself for falling back into him. "Jason, I was wrong to get so mad, you would have never intentionally hurt me and now I know that." I watched as he ran his hand slowly down his face as if to wipe off invisible frustration.
"Don't say you were wrong when I was the only wrong one," His voice was raspy. I could tell he wasn't thinking straight in that pounding head, but that didn't make his words any less true. "Nothing is going to happen to either of you. Neither you nor Branson are going to get hurt. I'll make sure of it, Paisley. I'll find who ever did this." He went on to say before swallowing the pills, not even needing the Gatorade. I nodded slowly before looking over his body, his very seductive body, "Can we go back to normal?" I mumbled out. He let out a low chuckle before pulling my body backwards in his and wrapping his bulky arms around my waist. His face was buried in my sea of hair so much that I barely heard him when he spoke, "Can I have a kiss?"
I giggled quietly shaking my head no.