The Proper Girl

Chapter 3

Jason's pov

We were halfway back to my place. It's an underground bomb shelter. I started living there.... After... Everything. I ran away and found this place. It's been my home ever since. I stop walking. "Wait a sec, how old are you?" "Sixteen." Shit. I'm 18. I'd have to add stagatory rape to my criminal record if I have sex with an underaged girl. "Why?" "Cause I'm 18." "So?" "Nothin'." It don't matter. I'm already wanted. Who cares if I have another charge on me? "Are we almost there?" "Yeah a few more minutes." We kept walking and seconds later, I felt her hand slip into mine. I stop walking, staring at her confused. "What did you do that for?" "I.... I don't know." She says quickly withdrawing. I smile "It's alright princess. I kinda liked it." Her eyes go wide again and before I even know what happened, she swiped my knife and has it dangerously close to my balls! "W-What are you doing?!" I choke out shakily. "Call me princess one more damn time I'll cut it off, got it?!" I freeze wanting to say it but not with a knife that close to my dick. "Fine. I won't call you princess anymore." She retracts the knife and I breathe a relieved sigh. "Damn, you're as badass as I am." We get to my hideout.

Miranda's pov

"This is where you live?" I gape. He nods. "I told you you didn't want to follow me." I don't want to prove him right. "No no. I... I just didn't expect it." He smiles. "Last chance to run baby. Cause once you go in..... You won't be comin' back out." That makes me shudder. He laughs. "Teasin' ya baby." "Stop calling me baby!" He leans against the door. "Why?" "Cause I said so." "Ok fireball. Move your ass." He says, opening the door. What the fuck did I get myself into? This dude's nuts! We climb down a ladder into pitch black darkness. My hands fly out in front of me. "Where-" He grabs my hip to steady me and then turns on a lantern. The glowing flames envelop the room in a soft warm light that is so comforting. The room is like a guy's room only ten times bigger. "What is this place?" "I live here." "Obviously. But what is here?" "Oh it was a bomb shelter but I converted it into a bedroom. So pri-" He catches himself in time. "Um Miranda, what's your story?" He asks. Just the question makes me think of my mom and dad. Flashbacks of the night flash through my mind. "You okay?" I sigh and nod. "Mom killed dad cause he cheated on her and mom got the death penalty." I shakily say.

Jason's pov

My eyes go wide. "Holy fuck." I gasp. She looks up at me, tears hinting at her baby blues. "What about you?" No way! "I don't talk about my past." I say, looking away. "I told you mine!" I roll my eyes. "Please don't ask again. I'm trying to be nice here but it's.... A very sore subject. Maybe when I trust you more." She sighs and looks away. "I understand." I lean against the wall. The stone cold against my back. "Hungry?" I ask. "Yeah. Thanks." I smile and toss her a bag of chips. "I'm glad you freed me." "No prob country girl." Man I love that she's a country girl. "A few more years of that mess I probably wouldn't be anymore." She mumbles, staring at the floor. That's not true. There was no way they'd ever break her. She's too badass. I sit beside her on the couch. "So.... How long are you staying?" "I'll probably leave tomorrow. Catch the train north." She's gonna leave?! I don't want her to.

Miranda's pov

"Can I come with you?" My eyes go wide in surprise. "Why do you want to-" "I'm tired of this place. I wanna get out there." I smile, genuinely glad to be in his arrogant presence. "Sure. But we stay for the night. I'm beat." He laughs hysterically. "You're funny as hell!" "Hell's not funny." I joke, pointing. He breaks into another round of laughter. "Well." He says, standing up. "Goodnight." He kisses my forehead and grabs a blanket. He sits beside me again and I lay my head against his chest, curling my legs under me as he wraps the blanket around us. "Goodnight." I whisper, smiling.