The Obsession

Sudden Feelings

*Jason's POV*

Early the next morning, I was making a breakfast that I thought Y/N might like.

A few minutes into cooking, I heard her come downstairs and stand in the kitchen's doorway.

"Hungry?" I asked.

"A little." She admitted.

"Perfect. I'm making breakfast right now. It should be ready pretty soon."

"Great." She murmured, and yawned.

She took a seat at the counter and watched me prepare the food.

I knew she would deny it if I asked her, but Y/N was obviously staring at my chest.

"Enjoying the view?" I inquired, not bothering to look at her.

"W-what?" She stuttered.

"I...uh, I don't know what you're talking about."

I laughed. "Sure."

I served her a plate of the food I just made. A simple breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

Again, I caught Y/N gawking at my chest.

"Are you admiring my tattoos or my muscles?" I teased.

Her face flushed red, and I snickered.

"I'm not staring at you Jason! I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Oh stop lying." I snorted.

"I caught you twice."

She rolled her eyes and shoved a bite of food into her mouth, still blushing.
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Once again, Y/N isolated herself from me.

"You can't just stay away from me forever!" I protested from outside her room door.

I could easily have opened that door, but I wanted Y/N to invite me inside.

"I can hide from you for as long as I need to, especially if it prevents me from falling for you!" She replied.

This wasn't getting anywhere.

So I left her alone.

"Mark, when is our next exchange?" I asked after heading downstairs.

"Funny you ask, we have a mission today. A robbery, to be specific." He informed me.

"A robbery?" I repeated.

"Where?"

"We're going to steal inventory from an enemy gang." He said.

I remembered telling Mark to remind me about this.

See? This is why Mark is the best friend a guy like me could ask for.

"Awesome." I said.

"If this is a successful heist, then our inventory will be fully stocked for about two months!"

"Get everything ready because that place is heavily armed and we can't afford mistakes." Mark warned me.

I nodded.

This was going to be epic.

*Your POV*

Just when I thought Jason had left me alone for a while, he came barging into my room.

"What now?" I groaned.

"We're going on a little mission, and I want you to join us."

"Let me guess," I murmured.

"Refusing to come with you is not an option?"

Jason confirmed my presumption with a simple nod.

"Is this something illegal again?" I asked.

"No." Jason answered quickly, but I felt like he was lying.

He tossed a black hoodie and a black pair of sweatpants at me.

"You have to wear those if you're going to come." He commanded.

This seemed too suspicious.

Black clothes..."little mission"?

I pieced it all together.

"Jason..." I mumbled.

He glanced at me as he was about to leave the room.

"Are you planning a robbery?"

He closed the door again.

"Well...yes." He admitted.

"No!" I yelled.

"No what?" He questioned.

"I refuse to get involved in anymore of your criminal ways! I don't want to see any dead bodies or any drugs or whatever! I want to stay the innocent person that I am."

Jason grabbed my wrists and tried to calm me down.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, but this is what I do. Sure, it's a dangerous and risky life. Yes, I can get caught by police at any time. But the thrill keeps me alive, the dangers keep my heart pumping. This may be a f*cked up lifestyle, but I love it."

That made me snap.

How could anyone love living like a thief or a criminal?

How could you ever love something that could endanger your life and possibly the lives of innocent others?

Jason was clearly crazy.

"You're...you're mad." I uttered, straining to leave his grasp.

"Oh darling." He smirked, releasing his hold on me.

"That's only one side of me."
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"How the hell did he convince me to do this?" I pondered as we arrived at our destination.

Maybe it was those warm and controlling hazel eyes that pulled me in...or his dazzling smirk that made me feel some kind of way I couldn't understand...

What is wrong with me?

I left the car and leaned on it as I waited for Jason and his friend Mark to leave the car.

"You ready babe?" Jason asked me, wrapping his arm around me.

I shoved him away from me.

"Don't call me babe." I spat.

But secretly, a part of me didn't mind the nickname.

That's the end of Part 10 :)
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