Your POV
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to remember where I had heard his name from.
And then it hit me.
Jason McCann: The ruthless killer of the West side of America. Wanted by the police, the FBI and the CIA.
The man who killed practically anything with a heartbeat. The man who's name was always the main headline in the newspapers, and the one who news reporters constantly spoke about.
He was fucking insane.
And he was standing only inches away from me.
I felt my knees buckle and felt completely weak, this wasn't happening.
It was all just some crazy nightmare which I would wake up from soon.
Jason caught me before I could hit the ground.
"It's okay. I've got you, Sweetheart." He said with a smirk.
I ripped away from him, tears spilling from my eyes uncontrollably and running down my neck. "NO, ITS NOT OKAY. NOTHING IS OKAY ABOUT THIS." I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping the neighbours would hear my distress and call the police.
Jason's eyes darkened with anger. "Don't you dare yell at me, Y/n." He warned, his voice remained calm, but still intimidating.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT? BLOW MY GODDAMN BRAINS OUT? BE MY FUCKING GUEST."
Jason grabbed my wrist and pulled it behind him, colliding his chest with mine. "Shut that pretty little mouth of yours and get it into your goddamn brain that you're coming with me no matter what."
"You fucking prick, Jason! You've scared the shit out of me ever since you started with those perverted text messages." I spat.
Jason rolled beautiful eyes.
God, why did he have to be so perfect?
"Get something to eat, it's a long drive to my place. We're leaving as soon as my gang gets here."
He let my slide my wrist from his grasp and I backed away, he leant up against the door and crossed his arms over his chest, watching my every move.
"Your gang?"
Great. There was more of them.
Jason hummed in response, running a hand through this golden-tinted hair.
"Is that who those guys on the basketball court were?" I asked another question and Jason's eyes found the ground and he nodded.
"So it was all a set up..." My voice came out in a whisper.
"Y/n-"
"You fucking set it all up. You told that guy to push me up against that goddamn fence just so you could act all tough and then get me to like you. What about Friday, was that a fucking set up too?" My voice was layered with anger and confusion.
Jason ran his fingers through his hair again. "No, Y/n. I swear on my life, Friday was real. Just... today wasn't."
I shook my head. "This is so fucking ridiculous. What the hell did I ever do to you to make you want to kidnap me." My voice shook as the anger rose even more.
Jason looked up from the ground, and the guilt plastered on his face was suddenly washed away and replaced with a sly smirk.
"If only you knew."
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I buried my head in my knees as I sat, scrunched up in a ball on my sofa.
Jason flicked through the channels on my tv, and turned his nose up at most of them.
"There is legit nothing good to watch." He whined.
I looked up at him, his face was blurred by my tears. "Can I call my parents, please. I don't want them to worry when they realise I'm not here when they get back."
He scoffed. "Yeah sure, hey mom and dad. I won't be here later because I was kidnapped my Jason McCann. But don't worry about it, I'll be completely fine. Bye, love you." He tilted his head from side to side as he spoke, mimicking my voice.
"Well can I at least call someone? Ellie? Bella? Chris? I just don't want people to worry about me." A sob caught in my throat.
Jason rolled his eyes. "Ellie and Bella would just call the police straight away. And Chris is dead and-"
"What?"
He shrugged. "Chris is dead." He said, in a frighteningly calm voice.
"What do you mean he's dead?" The anger rose in my voice. "Jason! What did you do?"
All the memories came flooding back like one long bad dream.
He won't hurt you again.
I remembered the way Jason's voice sounded as those words left his mouth.
He killed him.
Jason killed the boy I truly loved.
Me and Chris were never broken, it was just an argument over something stupid.
And now he was gone.
Something inside me snapped. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD." I screamed.
Jason suddenly launched himself at me, pinning me down against the sofa. He hovered over me, his eyes flaring with anger.
"Don't you ever speak to me like that again, nobody disrespects me, not even you. Do you fucking understand me, babe?"
The frustration in his voice made me flinch.
He was going to kill me.
"I'm sorry!" I sobbed, tears ran uncontrollably down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry." I squeezed my eyes shut.
I didn't want to see how close his face was to mine.
I felt him shuffle slightly, and his hot breath fanned against my neck. He took a deep breath, about to say something.
But there was a loud bang on the door.
I whimpered and fluttered my eyes open.
"Don't answer it." I begged.
Jason's lethal state felt painful and piercing, his deep, dark-cinnamon eyes narrowed at me, pooling with a thousand untold stories.
He shifted his weight off me and sent me a long, hard glare.
"Don't move."
I didn't even dare, I laid in exactly the same position as he left me in:
Frazzled, Confused, and Disturbed.
I watched as he scuffed his way through the kitchen, his black Supras squeaking against the cold, freshly-polished, tiled floor.
He reached the front door and opened it without hesitating and five boys entered without an invite.
They clapped hands with Jason and bumped each other's shoulders.
I lay paralysed on the couch as I recognised one of their faces:
His dark, caramel skin.
His black, buzzed hair.
His big brown eyes.
His high cheekbones.
His strong jawline.
His subtle stash over the top of his full lips.
He was the guy from the basket ball park.
He walked, doubled over in pain, to the freezer and opened it up.
"Yo, is there an ice pack in here? I could use one right now." He spoke in a thick cockney accent, clutching his stomach dramatically from where Jason had kicked him.
"Stop being so dramatic, I didn't even kick you that hard." Jason scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Um, I think there's a bag of frozen peas in there somewhere." I mumbled, rubbing my forehead.
Jason had beat the guy pretty hard, he deserved some relief.
He doesn't deserve anything, they're about to kidnap you, for Gods sake.
The boy sent me a smirk. "Thanks, Babe." He got the bag of frozen peas out and put it on his bruised jaw.
Jason raised his eyebrows at him. "You want another punch in the goddamn mouth?" He snapped.
The boy laughed and shook his head. "I'm just playin' bro, chill."
Jason huffed and scooted over to me. "Y/n, this is my gang: Kaine, Josh, Jake, Alex," he turned his body to face the boy with the bag of frozen peas. "And that's Matt."
I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes.
Trying to stop myself admiring how good-looking each one of them really were.
Stop thinking like that.
Jason cut me from my thoughts. "Okay then, let's hit the road."
Matt groaned. "Dude, we just got here and I need to eat something or else I'll fucking die of starvation."
Kaine rolled his dark brown eyes and ran a hand through his almost-black hair. "You literally ate a hamburger after we left the basketball court like twenty minutes ago."
"Exactly," Matt scoffed. "That was twenty minutes ago. And now I'm hungry again."
I sat up and played with my hands. "I can make you all something to eat, if you like." I mumbled.
I was really just stalling for time, wanting to stay in my home for as long as possible before I was dragged out by these criminals.
Because maybe my parents would get home earlier than expected and sort all of this shit out.
Matt jumped up. "I like her already."
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It was 4AM.
Just a few more hours, Y/n. Make them stay for a few more hours.
The TV flickered in the background as Jason's gang sat around the kitchen table, playing cards.
God knows what they were waiting for, but whatever it was, I was thankful.
I sat with them next to the boy who I had been thinking about none-stop over the past few days.
His golden hair was completely messed up now- by the amount of times he ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
He seemed to get frustrated a lot.
His focussed, brown eyes laid on the cards in his hands. His jaw clenched and unclenched in concentration, and his teeth were sunken into his bottom lip.
My eyes moved around the table, fully observing everyone who was sat at the place my family and I ate dinner.
But this time, guns, cards and bags of white stuff were set on the table.
It looked like sugar, but had a silver blade accompanying it inside the packet.
The boy on the other side of me looked the same age as Jason, his name was Kaine.
He had the same look of concentration as Jason did;
His dark, brown eyes drilling into the cards, and his almost-black hair was sticking up on end.
Jake sat beside him, with electric blue eyes the colour of the ocean, and platinum blonde curls on top of his head like a bowl of noodles.
The same hair that any typical fuck boy would have.
My eyes moved again, resting on a boy who looked older than me, but younger than the rest of them.
Fawny brown tufts of hair showed through part of his black SnapBack.
He seemed less interested in the game as everyone else was, his grey eyes wandered around the room as if he had never seen a kitchen before.
Josh.
I remembered all of their names as if I had known them all my life.
Of course, Matt was the one with the bag of frozen peas stuck to his face as if it had frozen itself into his caramel skin.
Finally, my eyes settled on Alex.
He hadn't said a word to me since they all decided to crash here.
I don't even think he had looked at me.
He looked kind of like Jason- in a weird way.
They both had the same face-structure, yet their eyes told a completely different story.
Alex were calm and almost-gentle.
Jason's were angry and dark.
A hand waved in front of my face. "Y/n?" Jason's voice stopped me from drooling at how good-looking everyone was.
No, I didn't like any of them.
Not at all.
I just found them attractive.
What the hell is wrong with me?
"Uh, sorry." I mumbled, heat flushing through my cheeks.
"You zoned out for a second. Everything okay?" He asked, all the anger reduced from his voice.
Answer that question yourself, Jason.
"Of course," I said through gritted teeth, hoping he would hear the sarcasm etched in my voice. "I'm just gonna go watch tv whilst you finish."
I moved away from them and flopped down onto the couch.
The tv had already been flickering for a while, but no one was paying attention.
I was now.
A news reporter filled the screen; a look of sympathy drawn onto her makeup-caked face.
She clutched the microphone in one and spoke flatly to the cameras.
"A plane headed back from Europe this morning has been blown up. With one-hundred-and-eighty-nine people on board, there were no survivors."
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