Spencer's POV
The next time I opened my eyes, my hands went straight to my head, and I let out a low shriek of pain. The room was completely dark except for a slight bit of sunlight which streamed in through the window. From what I could feel, my head was bandaged.But why, I wondered groggily. Suddenly, the previous nights' events pierced my thoughts, and I sat up dead straight, in a state of mild panic.
Where am I and how on earth do I not yet have a bullet through my head like that guy Ricardo last night?
Suddenly, the creaking of a door sliding open jolted me aware of my surroundings, and I jumped up instantly, grabbing the closest object, and as soon as the guy with blonde hair turned around, I lifted the lamp up with both my hands and brought it down on his head. Hard.
Shit. What the actual fuck did I just do? Spencer, girl, you got a death wish or something?
The blondie was holding the side of his head, swearing not very politely under his breath.
He hissed "Put the fucking lamp down unless you want to be thrown into the dungeons."
Then he lifted his head. And holy shitcrackers, did I almost drop the lamp.
Blondie was hot. Not "you're kinda cute" hot. We're talking about full on "fuck me daddy" kinda hot.
His lightly tanned skin complemented his brown eyes and full pink lips, paired with a knife-sharp jawline and slanted cheekbones that were damn prominent.
Once I snapped out of the initial shock of seeing a real life Adonis in front of me and being only about ten inches away from him, I raised the lamp again. Sorry, blonde Adonis, but you gotta go. I don't do murderers.
But his hand caught my wrist before I brought the lamp down on his head again, and he snatched the object away from me and deftly tossed it to far corner of the room. His hand still held my wrist, firmly, but, oddly, not hard enough to hurt me. His penetrating brown eyes gazed into my own, perhaps silently daring me to attempt some other form of attack.
I gulped, looking away.
"You can call me Jason. And you are?" he questioned.
"I don't give two fucks about your name, blondie. Let me go. Like, now." I said, my jaw clenching as I yanked my wrist out of his iron grasp.
He smiled. He literally smiled.
In the next two seconds flat, I was pinned to a wall, Jason's hands gripping my waist whilst his face wandered dangerously close to mine.
"Rule one, you don't get to tell me what to do. Rule two, if you want answers, you answer my questions first and I'll answer yours as far as I can. It's not too hard."
He pulled back, unpinning me and gesturing to the bed. "Sit."
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Toxic// Jason McCann
Romance"You want to leave; everyone does. It's just the effect I have on people. And you hate me and I'm aware of it But I can't let you go No matter how hard I try , No matter how cold I try to be, No...
