𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 | jm + agb {completed}

17 | skepticism

alessandra rhodes

i don't remember falling asleep but, i guess i did when i found myself underneath the covers. i looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw it was almost midnight. i turned over to the other side and nearly jumped out my skin when i saw someone standing outside on the balcony.

didn't know that was a balcony but, now that i know, even better. i threw the covers off my body once i noticed who it was. what the hell did jason want now? i grabbed my robe off the door and slowly approached the door.

i could push him over the balcony if i wanted to. that's a little harsh coming from my mouth, well—head. i opened the door as quiet as i could without disturbing jason.

i stepped out and the floorboards made a very loud cracking sound. great, just great.

jason turned around quickly, almost giving me whiplash—pointing a gun at me. on instinct, i put my hands up to show him i meant no harm.

jason let out a sigh of either relief or distress. i couldn't really tell to be honest. "i thought you were someone else." he said. "you lost or something?"

"am i lost? are you?" i replied. "you're the one who came in my room so, i think you're the lost one."

"whatever," he scoffed. "why'd you wake up?"

"wanted me to die in my sleep? i wish i did so i don't have to see you anymore." i said.

"i swear we can never have a normal conversation. i ask you a normal question and you reply with the weirdest response." jason laughed. it wasn't like a genuine laugh. it was more of a nose exhale. (a/n; i couldn't think of another way to describe it. don't drag me)

"we're all a little weird." i shrugged my shoulders. "but anyways, what are you doing out here?"

"thinking."

"about what?"

"little bit of everything." he replied. "what you said, what the guys said. everyone said almost the same thing. but i want to do what i want and then there's you talking about me to think about chantel. shit just becomes too much."

"then do what's right."

"that's the problem," he turned to face me. "i don't do what's right. i just act. how do you think i became a criminal? america's most wanted criminal? that's why i don't bring up the fact that i have a daughter. if i get caught and thrown into prison, what'll happen to chantel? i could give a rat's ass about isabella but, who'll take care of her while i'm gone?"

"so now you want to listen to me because i'm right?" i questioned.

"fuck off." he scoffed. "i'm just thinking about my options, what could go wrong."

"lots could go wrong." i added.

"then enlighten me. tell me everything that could go wrong."

"okay well," i started, "you could end up killing the wrong person or innocent people. you set a trap up for him but you just screw yourself over and get caught up in your own shit. you get killed. as you can see there's lots of places you can go wrong and ultimately end up dead."

"then what the fuck do i do to stay alive rhodes? what do i do?" jason yelled.

"for starters, lower your voice. people are trying to sleep." i replied. "i'm not going to tell you to do nothing because you'll do me like isabella. the least i can tell you is to watch the problem, make sure it doesn't spiral out of control. jason, you're a lot smarter than me. you'll figure something out."

"i thought you were the smarter one."

"i'm smart when i need to be." i said.

"well your smartness is the reason i have you here. not just to give you money."

"i figured."

i already knew jason had me here for another reason other than to give me money. who's the desperate one here? i might have been a criminal who committed petty crimes but, that didn't mean i was stupid. no criminal should be stupid actually. jason was smart in his own way, as was i.

two heads were better than one.

this reminded me of that stupid article i read sometime ago. jason was quote on quote, looking for a soulmate. what if i just so happened to be the soulmate he was looking for? matt called the whole thing a long time ago. saying that i would need him and that we would end up together. how crazy is that?

he was dead on.

what if matt planned for all of this to happen? no, that couldn't be possible. i've known matt for so long, he would never keep a secret from me. or would he?

now i was starting to become skeptical with the people i called my friends. did they really have my back as they promised? does jeff still have my back? or did matt brainwash him with his crap?

"say jason," i called to him to get his attention. he looked over at me, waiting for what i had to say. "do you by chance happen to know my friends from prior experiences? well matt to be exact."

"matt who?"

"matt jacobson."

"can't say it really rings a bell. why?"

"matt predicted everything that would happen. he said that i would end up needing you after i foul mouthed you. and he said that we might end up together and here we are. doesn't that seem just the slightest bit of weird?" i questioned.

"not really. maybe he's a psychic," jason shrugged his shoulders. "i don't see what you're trying to get at."

"this sounds like a set up. 'cause look at this, he says all that stuff and they end up happening. i'm out of the house, i have no clue what the hell he's doing there since i'm not there. he wanted this to happen."

"okay and?" jason dead panned.

"jesus christ jason! are you that dumb?" i exclaimed in anger. "he's up to something! i'm not exactly sure what but, it involves you and i."

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a/n; um wig

*cue a vine reference*

what the FUCK is up matt? step the FUCK up matt 🗣

what's y'all favorite vine reference?