your pov
I ran as fast as i could knowing Michael will catch up with me any moment now
i ran towards my cell when i saw jason in the corner of my eye, he looked rather frustrated until he looked up towards me. I ran faster each time i could hear Michaels footsteps approach towards me - Jason could tell i was in trouble as he ran towards me in confusion, he pulled me in towards his chest, i could feel his heartbeating fast - slowly he took me into his cell and placed me onto his lap, we both stared in silence as i could feel jason caressing my hair - he looked deep into my eyes he better not do that thing again when he looks in my eyes and suddenly knows what im thinking about because if he knew i kicked Michael in the balls he would beat the shit out out of me
i started to panick in fear as i could hear the sound of the footsteps get louder , the more loud it gets the more tighter jase pulls me onto him - suddenly him and Michael meet face to face when jasons strong force pushes me off the floor and onto the cold hard concrete floor - trying to get up i see jason leave with his fists rolled up.
Jason pov
I held my babygirl in my arms tight not wanting to let go as all the memories of us rolled back , i wish we went back to before - i sat there caressing her hair forgetting what just happened until michael walked in and my head started to receive flashbacks from before , uncontrollably my force pushed y/n off my lap and on the floor. I could not bear to see micheal and y/n together, my anger built up more as i knew it was best for me to leave. My nager was of such that i needed to fxck miley to let my stress lessen down and yes i know i hate miley but i mean you can tell my anger must be so strong that im in need of fxcking miley.
Michael pov
I slowly walked closer to y/n - i wanted to slap her across her beautifully structured face but i thought i will punish her in a different way.
"do you seriously think that Jason loves you , i mean would a boyfriend believe their bestfriend over their love, oh yeah he never loved you anyways he just wanted to get to your pussy just like how im going to do now" i say with a smirk
your pov
i have never been so happy to see that fat ass of a guard telling me to leave. I walked down back to my cell when i caught a glimpse of Jason , not wanting to see him i looked down but i just could not help him when i saw him banging miley - how dare he lie to me - He told e he hated fxcking miley and i thought he hated her , guess i was wrong , why did i ever believe him? Awkwardly i walk past the two people who i do not want to see right now or ever. I enter my cell as i close it looking back i see Jasons gang staring right at me in full focus like they were observing me, their faces portrayed a face of worry - what have i done now that his gang is now onto me like that?
Jason pov
After all that my anger was still there, i was in need of y/n not miley - y/n should be in my arms right now but she had to go mess it up by fxcking MICHAEL bet she just used me to get to him - i slept whilst thinking about how gullible i was to think she loved me .
your pov
After a long day i put my head to sleep thinking as to why i was so gullible to fall for his act,maybe Michael was right he as just using me to get to my pussy.
After a night of sleep i was awaken by the voice of miley cursing - guess she did not get the full treatment yesterday ey, i got dressed and brushed my teeth as i tied my hair in a high ponytail and walked down for breakfast.
Micheal pov
I could see y/n move her sexy body down to the canteen , i slowly approach her but i was stopped by the gang and oh what a surprise jason is not there with the gang - the gang took me down to the canteen where we sat far away from jason and weirdly we sat even further away from y/n - whats happening? y/n was staring at jason , god get OVER him.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when i heard the exact words ;
YOU ARE READING
McCann cheater dater troublemaker
FanficThe love story of Y/N the good girl and Jason McCann the most wanted criminal Love Betrayal Mystery Doubts