Mary's P.O.V.
Why is he suddenly being all so nice?
Now sitting in my room thinking of Jason. Like-- WTF? First, he wants to be friends. Second, he wants to kill me. Third, he wants to be close. Seriously!? This is not how you treat a girl!
"Is he seriously like this?" I asked Chris. When he was entering my now room.
He sits beside me on the bed, "Yeah... that's Jason aight. You'll get used to it."
Angry flushed through me. "GET USED TO IT?! HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY GET USED TO BEING SWEET TALKED THEN THE OTHER SECOND YOU'LL BE WANTED TO HAVE YOUR ORGANS INSIDE OUT OR EVEN RAPED?! HOW COULD ONE GET USED TO THAT?!" My eyes felt like they were about to explode.
I looked back at Chris and he seems to be floating off into mid-air. Ofcourse! Not litterally but he seems so preoccupied with whatever he was looking at. I moved to the side of him and followed whereever he was looking at. Is it the wall? Or that corner? Or that portrait? WTF? Is he normal?
"There's more to Jason than you think you know." he looks back at me with blank eyes.
I shifted on my place and rolled my eyes back to him. "What is it then?" I crossed my arms as though I know it all.
Nothing. Just stared again to God knows what.
"Tell me?!" I almost shouted while placing my hands on shoulders and shook him back and forth. He just chuckled and I swear, I felt like I was spiked from my chest. And it hurts like fuck.
"Just be careful. Jason's probably gonna kill me if I stayed longer and accidentally fell asleep here." he says softly then leaves the room.
What the eff does he mean? I mean like-- I know what Jason is capable of. Have you even watched the news? Cause I have... when Mark (A.N.~I remembered him. Yay! Lol! Her bro ;) ) puts it there. Bombings. Assassination/Ambush. Murder. Kidnapping(Like that one's not obvious you see).
I'm gonna try to find a way to escape. But imma try so hard and quiet that not even Chris would know. I don't want him to get hurt. Especially if he did, he would of have been dead already.
"Hey! What're you doing?" Speak of the devil. And the devil arrives. He said smoothly and calmly.
I raised an eyebrow but answered anyway, "Nothing."
"You hungry? Cause I was planning that we should eat outside." he flashes me that cute--- erm... evil(PERIOD) smile then he leans on the door frame crossing his arms.
Suddenly, my stomach seems to agree with him. Damn you, tummy! Why can't you stay hush?? I held my stomach in embarrassment. It groaned real loud. (#-__-)
"Were going out whether you like it or not. And don't even think of tryna find a way of running away from me, Princess." he forcibly takes my wrist and drags me out of the room. Which is really dude? Princess or Pet? Choose already dammit.
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Author's Note:
Wrote this one from my phone. So short. Sorry. I'll try better on the next chap.
