Senseless

Chapter Twenty-Four

"There is a big meeting tomorrow for the gang leaders, right?" Chuck asked.

"Yes, its just for the leaders." I said looking at him. "I will meet with you guys afterwards and let you know if anything comes up."

"I can sense that shit is about to get real," Megan smiled mischievously.

"Very," I countered.

"Do we need to cover anything else?" I asked.

"I think everyone is good," Jon said.

"Alright, I will text you all if something comes up." I said standing to my feet. I said goodbye to them as they left and went into my bedroom.

I was still processing everything from the earlier conversation with Fringe and Jason. I was confused. Was Jason just fucking me to get back at Denver? I was starting to think that fight had a bigger meaning then I thought. Was I just a prop for them? Being fuck buddies with Jason was nice but I wasn't interested in being with him for the sake of him getting even with Denver.

I decided that I was going to sleep in my room tonight. I wasn't going to tell Jason what was going on in my mind. I wasn't going to say anything. I was his fuck buddy and our relationship was strictly sex after dark. I could do what ever the hell I wanted during the day. I wasn't his and I wasn't about to be his.

I sighed as I laid down in bed after I put my PJ's on. I had barely eaten today because of how stressed I've been.

What if Jason was with some other bitch right now? Should I be jealous or should I be perfectly okay with that? I was beginning to think that I was just going to have to be okay with it. I mean, we weren't a 'thing' and I don't think that we would ever be a 'thing'. That's obliviously not what either of us wanted, right?

"Miley," I heard Jason walk into my room. "What are you doing in here? I thought you were sleeping with me?" He asked walking over to my bed.

Oh great. What could I say?

"I was just really tired after meeting with my crew." I yawned.

"Well, get up and get your things together. I want you in my room. Also, use one of my conference rooms when you need to meet with them. That is what they are for anyways." He said pulling back my covers.

I sighed before getting up to grab my bags.

"Can you at least help me?" I asked looking at him.

"Fine," he shrugged grabbing my clothes and putting them into my bag. I grabbed the rest of my things out of the closet and packed them. I went into the living room and grabbed my laptop and iPad and anything else I had laying around.

"Is that everything?" Jason asked after zipping my bags.

"I think so," I shrugged.

"C'mon," he said carrying my stuff to his room.

Should fuck buddies really share a room with one another? This whole thing was really fucking with my head.

"There," he said placing my things in the empty closet in his bedroom. "You can unpack everything tomorrow." He said walking out of the room and into the kitchen.

"You hungry?" he asked from the other room.

"I guess," I said walking out of the room.

"Did you eat today?" He asked looking at me as I exited his bedroom.

"I had something earlier." I shrugged.

"I'll make us sandwiches." He said grabbing the bread and other things from the fridge. I just sat on the stool at the high top and waited.

"Here," he said placing the food in front of me.

"Thanks," I said taking a bite of the surprisingly good sandwich.

"Why didn't you come up here after meeting with your team? I told you I wanted you to stay here with me." He said watching me eat my food.

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"Is there something I did wrong?" He asked with a concerned expression.

"I-no." I said shaking my head.

"Obviously something is wrong," he continued. His tone was full of concern.

"This isn't a relationship normal fuck buddies are supposing to have." I shrugged not looking over at him.

"I never said that we were normal fuck buddies." He said as his eyes burned through the side of my face.

"Jason," I sighed.

"Talk to me," He countered.

"Am I just your way of getting back at Denver? If I am that's fine, I mean, I get it. But, I don't think that I am a good way to get back at him. Obviously he didn't mean it when he said he loved me. He was just trying to get back at you." I said looking at him for the first time since this conversation started.

"No," he shook his head. "I am not using you to get back at Denver. I wasn't lying when I came to your room and told you what I was struggling with. Denver is still pissed about everything that happened with my sister and maybe he was trying to warn you to stay away from me because I don't have limits. I can't say if he loves you or not. I just, I want you around me." He said looking deep into his eyes. His expression was soft showing slight sighs that he was sad.

"Why not just tell him your sister is alive?" I asked.

"I can't," he shook his head. "That risks her being in danger again. I know that he would never hurt her, but she would be brought into this business because Denver isn't going to just walk away." He reasoned. I knew he was right.

"Doesn't she love him?" I asked.

"I don't know. She is safe where she is and she is finally happy. She has a new life and she isn't living in the shadows anymore because of her new identity. I think she even has a boyfriend. If I let him know, he will take her away from her happy life and he will taint her." Jason sighed.

"You really care for her." I smiled softly.

"She is the only family I have." Jason shrugged.

"Miley, I told you I'm not good at relationships. I know that I am going to hurt you. I'm going to fuck up because that is who I am. Please just let me enjoy these nice moments with you before things start hitting the roof again." He practically begged.

"Okay," I nodded pushing everything bad out of my mind. Maybe these little moments won't last long but they are here now and I was going to enjoy them while they were here.

"Let's go to bed," Jason said picking me up bridal style and carried me to his room. I let out some soft giggles and snuggled myself close to his chest.

The last thing I remember before falling asleep is him kissing my forehead softly and covering me up.
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