The Obsession

Distant

*Jason's POV*

I wouldn't talk to Y/N when we came home, and she refused to speak to me all the same.

When dinner time came around, all three of us sat and ate in silence.

Mark watched us simultaneously sneak glares at each other.

He shook his head.

"Guys this is ridiculous." He said.

"Yeah, you had an argument, but it's over now! There's no reason to pretend to be oblivious to each other's existence."

"I'm sorry, but it's not like I'm going to forgive him for slapping me!" Y/N shouted.

"You almost got me killed!" I argued.

"A slap is nothing compared to a bullet in the brain!"

"Did someone just say something?" She asked.

"I thought I heard a voice, but it must've been the wind."

My fists clenched.

Now she's just being petty.

"The doors and windows are all closed, you know goddamn well that there is no wind in here!" I yelled.

"Mark, there must be a draft in here, can you please close it?" She inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Jason, maybe-" Mark began.

"Mark, can you tell her that I don't have time for her games?" I questioned.

Mark turned to Y/N.

"He said-"

"I heard what he said." She interrupted.

"Please tell the jerk over there to shut it."

Reluctantly, Mark faced me.

Before he opened his mouth, I fired back at Y/N.

"Tell her to shut it!" I commanded.

He looked at  Y/N, who was livid.

"Tell him to f*ck off!" She roared.

"Tell her to-"

"Enough!"  Mark screamed.

"I am removing myself from this situation. You guys figure this out on your own."

He walked out of the room.

"This is your fault!" I shouted, pointing at Y/N.

"No it's not!" She backfired.

"None of this would've happened if you had just-"

"If you bring the fact that I kidnapped you into this again-" I interrupted her.

"That has nothing to do with this! How about you just admit that you're to blame for all of this?"

"You're so annoying!" She exclaimed.

It went silent.

Hours had passed since the incident took place. 

I should just let what happened go.

After all, I had survived, right?

"Look Y/N, I'm sorry okay?" I murmured.

"I was just angry...can you forgive me?"

Y/N didn't answer for a little while.

Finally, she spoke.

"No, I can't." She said.

"Especially after I killed someone and you accuse me of almost getting you killed."

There was a pause in her speech.

"I killed someone Jason! I took their life with my own hands!"

I moved closer to her.

"I don't know what to say..." I murmured.

"I can't bring him back to life, but I can comfort you."

I wrapped my arms around her, and for the first time, she allowed it.

Maybe I could take this a step further...

*Your POV*

I couldn't believe that I was letting Jason hug me.

But I guess I was too upset to move away from him.

We stood there for a few moments, until Jason gently pushed me against the wall.

"What are you doing?" I asked, laughing nervously.

Without saying a word, Jason began closing in on me.

His lips became closer and closer to mine, until...

"No!" I shouted.

I shoved him away from me, shaking my head rapidly.

"I-I can't do that..." I murmured.

Jason stood there, stunned, and I ran away.

This situation was quickly becoming more complicated.
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Jason kept giving me longing looks, and it made me feel awkward.

I had just taken a shower, and he wouldn't stop staring at me.

"Uhm, can I help you?" I fake coughed, stretching out on his huge couch.

Mistake.

Now he wouldn't stop looking at my legs.

"Jason...?" I asked, giving another huge and phony cough.

"Yeah...?" He replied, smiling stupidly.

"Can you...stop staring at me?" It's really uncomfortable." I muttered.

"Oh, sorry." He apologized.

After twenty minutes of staring at the T.V. together in silence, Jason began fanning himself with his hand.

"Is it just me or is it really hot in here?" He inquired.

"It's just you..." I murmured.

It wasn't hot at all.

Jason pulled his shirt off and continued fanning himself.

I knew exactly what he was doing.

"Drop the act Jason, I know you're not really hot." I announced, rolling my eyes.

"Seriously Y/N, I'm burning up." He complained.

I rolled my eyes again and watched as he strategically positioned himself so that if I happened to glance in his direction, I would be forced to look at his chest.

"You're such an actor." I laughed.

He smirked at me briefly and looked at the T.V. again.

The things Jason would do to impress me were absolutely amazing.

That's the end of Part 13 :)
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