Made of Stone

Seven

Jason's p.o.v.

I finally admitted I have feelings for Miley and I honestly care about her a lot. I really do like her. I like her more than I should. She is tough, the way she threatened me. She isn't afraid of me. She isn't scared at all. Miley acts like the world and. things around don't bother her.

Maybe it's good that she knows how I feel now. I don't think it's a good thing that I like her, but how can I stop liking her? I had to figure out what was going on; I had to figure out what she was involved in.

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"Jason! You might want to come down stairs." Ryan screamed walking in to my room.

"Whatever it is, it can wait. I'm sleeping." I said throwing a pillow at him.

"Fine, I will just tell Miley to come up here." He said walking out the door.

"What! Why the hell is she here?" I asked jumping out of my bed.

"She came asking to talk to all of us." He said slamming the door shut. I got up and put my sweat pants on. I quickly walked down stairs.

"What the hell are you doing here, Miley?" I asked walking up to her.

"Good to see you too. I tried calling you but you didn't answer." She smiled.

"Well I was sleeping." I spat sitting down on the kitchen bar. "What the hell do you want to talk to us about?" I asked.

"Well, my old gang called me this morning and it turns out that Derek was involved in something that ended up killing him and his whole gang. Someone bugged his house, so while he was having one of his gang meeting the whole place blew up. No survivors." She said looking right at me.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Ryan spat standing up.

"No, if you guys even bothered to watch the news, you would have seen for yourself. I guess he was on the wrong side." She said.

"The wrong side of what? Is this what you meant when you said 'something bigger' or whatever?" I asked standing up. "Why don't you tell me what you do, know."

"I don't know who 'they' are. My old gang told me that something was going on, involving different gangs all over the world. Something has been brewing for a while. The good gangs against the bad gangs. Apparently, this is the beginning of a war. That's all I know." She said. All the guys looked around with a confused look.

"Good against bad, what does that even mean?" Ryan asked.

"Bad meaning, the messy ones who stir up noise that causes people to notice. The good means the ones who handle their problems silently." I said as it suddenly clicked.

"That's what it looks like. I don't know who is leading it but I would suggest being careful." She said looking at me.

"So you can tell me to be careful but I can't tell you?" I asked walking towards her.

"I'm not even involved in this shit. My old gang is only telling me to warn me." She answered.

"So are you still in that 'gang'?" I asked raising my eye brows?

"No, I had to leave it all behind in New York. You know that Jason." She sighed.

"What are we supposed to do?" Dylan asked.

Originally Published: 2013
Edited: 2016