Die for us

This is only the beginning.

Jason’s POV –

It feels like the first night I slept on this couch all over again. Me lying with my body sprawled over the sofa, thinking about Jazzy. Everyone had decided to go to sleep, leaving me to deal with the silence and the memories of that night that took the one person I loved most.

“There won’t be a day that goes by that I won’t blame myself for what happened to you Jazzy.” I whisper, staring at the walls.

I bring my hands to my face, pulling my cheeks down in aggravation and frustration. No one understands what I’m feeling now. I sigh deeply afraid to fall asleep, not wanting to relive that night in my head.

I grab my phone from the coffee table and turn it on. Checking the time, it was almost two in the morning. I set my phone back down and stared up at the ceiling.

I tried to think of a topic in my head that would help ease the sorrow I was feeling. I thought about Jane and what happened at the park. I felt my lips curl up into a smirk as I remember pulling the zipper of her dress down a little, feeling her cheeks grow hot from the tension.

I licked my lips, remembering the kiss and how soft Jane’s lips felt against mine. I wondered how far Jane would have let me go if Garret hadn’t interrupted. I wouldn’t have mind fucking her right on the spot.

Virgin or not. I wanted her and I wanted her bad.

I feel a wave of tiredness sweep over me, my eyelids begin to beg me to shut them but I fight the urge. I sit up on the couch, running my hands through my hair. I stand up and begin pacing around the living room, trying to keep myself awake somehow.

Jazzy’s funeral was in three days. I don’t know how I’ll be able to cope until then.

I bit my lip, staring at my feet as I paced in circles. I’d have to find a way to continue seeing Jane somehow, even if she didn’t want it. Maybe I could invite her to the funeral; she seemed to care somewhat about the situation.

I bring my hands together, bringing my fists up to my lips, “How am I going to balance getting to know her and getting information out of her?”

I shake my head, dismissing that thought. I’d figure it out eventually it; I just had to focus on the main goal.

 Avenging Jazzy.

Bryn’s POV –

“So what are going to do about Garret?” Zoey asked as we all settled into the living room.

I had my hair up in a ponytail, wearing shorts and blue tank top. I had just gotten out of the shower a couple minutes before we were settling together. Blissity sat to my left, Zoey to my right and Tattiana sitting on the couch across from us next to Derek.

“I don’t think we have anything to worry about for now since it was just one encounter but if we have to worry about anything its Julian. If he finds out I’ve been with Jason he won’t be too happy about it.” I brought my lips inside my mouth, raising my eyebrows.

“Why not?” Blissity asked, throwing her hair behind her head.

“Jason and Julian hate each other, Julian never explained to me why they can’t stand each other but I know it’s something in the past I guess.” I answered Blissity.

“Did Jason say anything to you during the date?” Tattiana asked, she was blowing her nails after recently painting them a dark red.

“He brought me up…me as in Bryn. He was getting frustrated with the fact that I wouldn’t describe what I look like or give him anything.” I stared at Tattiana.