Omega

Chapter Eight

Tate's POV

I looked to see who had spoken. It was indeed Jackson. ( I lied. Sorry couldnt resist. ) I could hear Danny's heartbeat quickening. Jackson was practically shaking. Fear? Nah. Anger? Nah. Rage? Hell yeah.

" Jackson it's not what it-"

" Nope...shut it. I'm not loosing my cool. I'm not loosing my cool."

He shut his eyes and took deep breaths, but when he opened his eyes they were a dark grey. He was still tense. Danny walked over to him and touched his arm.

" Jackson look at me."

" Why the hell is he here?"

" Winter had came and I called him. You wouldn't answer at all. No one but him had answered."

" Why were you two kissing then?"

He glared at me who - despite what I kept telling her about not caring Danny had a boyfriend - looked guilty. Truth be told I did care, but then at times I didn't.

" It was my fault. I shouldnt have kissed her. She told me to stop, but I didn't listen."

He began to shake again. His eyes practically changing again from a dark gray to red.

" Jackson calm down," she said trying to get him to stop glaring at me with pure hatred.

" I want you out. Now. Touch her again and I swear I'll cut off your hand...got it bud?"

" Got it."

I looked at Danny who looked as scared as a little girl. Suddenly she got his attention and he calmed down. I walked out kick in at the rocks on the ground. Damn myself. This is what I get for falling for a girl who had a guy. Luckily he didn't beat me up.

Danny's POV

He sighed heavily. I was so scared he'd do something to Tate. I didn't want anyone hurt at all.

" Jackson you okay?"

" Yeah. I'm...I'm going to take a shower. Groceries are in the car. Any trouble just scream."

He walked away from me clearly irritated. I get it he saw me and Tate kissing, but it meant nothing. I loved him not Tate.

" Jackson."

He ignored me and walked to the room. I sighed and a plopped down into a corner, and closed my eyes. Why does God hate me so much?

I walked up the stairs and sat on the bed. Suddenly Jackson walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and a toothpick in his mouth.

" Dammit Jackson quick walking around in a towel..."

" Nope."

He dropped the towel and walked to the dresser. I groaned and turned away. I could hear him laughing at me. Damn Jackson.

" You can look now. I got pants on."

" Jackson are you still angry-"

" No. I'm not."

I sighed in relief. He walked over to me, and looked down at me on the bed. For some reason he was scaring me.

" Jackson sit down."

" Why?"

" Because you're scaring me. Now sit before I yank you down."

He sat down beside me. He smelled like aftershave. I laugh to myself and lean on his shoulder.

" Jackson?"

" What?"

" I'm sorry. I know you said you aren't mad anymore, but I just thought I should say sorry."