Chosen

Chapter Eight - Ow!

|| Capella ||

"I want you." Jason says.

I have a spaz. I had quickly left Casper's house and returned to my secret library in the woods, where I found Jason sitting at a table set with a candlelit dinner. Judging by the position of the stars, it is 10 pm.

"W-what was that?" I ask.

He leans in closer and puts a hand on my thigh. "I. Want. You. You've been on my mind for the entire 13 hours I've known you, and I really is to become... something. Don't you?"

My mouth waters. "Yes," I breathe. "Let's do it now."

"It's too soon," he says. "I think we should wait until we know each other better. Perhaps in, say, two hours? But there is another reason I asked you to come her tonight."

I lean in. Do you think he's asking me to become his girlfriend?

"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it as it is. The Dictator is a corrupt person who needs to be stopped. Only one, very special person can wield the weapon to stop him. And I think that person is you."

His eyes trail down. I'm wearing a v-neck. Omg.

"Eyes up here!" I say.

He shakes his head. "I'm sorry. I was looking at your necklace. It's the secret weapon that is the key to stopping the Dictator. And I think you're the key to using it."

My eyes widen. "This old thing? I've had it since I was a baby! How will it do anything?"

Jason's shirt momentarily disappears, then reappears. I really wish that his shirt disappeared for longer.

"I'm not so sure," he says as he reaches for my hand. "But I'll be with you the entire way."

Suddenly, he pulls me close and locks lips with me. Our tongues wrestle for dominance. He's rough. Very rough.

He breaks away. "Okay-"

I pull him in again, pushing him against an old bookshelf.

"Ow!" he moaned. I don't know he moaned while saying that, but he did. "I got a splinter!"

"Oops, sorry. I'm such a klutz!" I stammer.

"It's okay," he replies, before pulling me in yet again.

His hand trails down to the hem of my shirt, then slowly goes up underneath it. My heart starts pounding.

"Woah!" I say.

"Sorry," he replies in an apologetic tone.

"Okay, so, umm... When should we leave?"

Jason's pickle-green eyes lock with mine.

"Now."