Okay so let's calculate shall we? I was obsessing over Jason McCann. That's all, thank you for coming to my Ted talk. But for real. I was undeniably infatuated by Jason and I was too afraid to even say that out loud. So therefore, I kept it safe in my mind. I thought about him way too much, more than I imagined. It wasn't creepy, I just couldn't get the feeling of his touch, the way his hands roamed my body as if it were his to play with, the way he could look me in the eye and know I wasn't going to be able to finish my sentence because I was that... intoxicated I guess. It was a feeling I had never felt before, I had never been touched or spoken to the way Jason touched or spoke to me. He was dangerous and the worst part about that was exactly that, I knew he was dangerous yet here I was, listing all the things that drove me crazy about him. The worst part was, I had no idea who he really was, where he came from, if he even lived in this city for all I know. He seemed to be a pr
It was the day of the party and it was safe to say that we were all overly excited for it. We hadn't thrown a party in months now and hadn't really attended any for months either to be fair. I loved parties however. I loved dancing with my friends until god knows how long, getting all dressed up in either fancy or casual attire and well, having fun. I wasn't a drinker, I only drank alcohol at patties and events, unlike a lot of people I knew who were sneaking flasks in to classes at college. No hate though, you do what you gotta do. But I wasn't that kinda girl that would boast about never drinking, because I did despite being underage. However, I had only ever been drunk drunk a handful of times which was something I was happy about. I was too afraid to get drunk most of the time because I hated not having control over my body.So why do you let a criminal control you?I think my sub conscious secretly hated me. Ever since my second encounter with him which obviously was a lot more h
I looked across the room as a waiter literally only wearing an apron to protect his private area approached us with a tray of shots. "I didn't know you hired-" I was cut off, "You thought I'd want my waiters to be fully clothed?!" Nancy replied, shock in her voice as she continued to hand us our shots before the waiter walked away."3,2,1, go!" And with that, all of us tipped the contents of the shot glasses in to our mouths and instantly reacted the alcohol pouring down our throats. It was a slow burn but a good one."More!" Spencer exclaimed before dragging us over to the mini bar area where she poured more shots in to our cups for another round.After round 3, I was feeling a little bit of the alcohol but not massively which was good as I wanted to enjoy the night, remembering it and all. We took some pictures on our phones and used the disposable camera and Polaroid for some more memorable pictures before we were called to the ping pong table.I looked over to see Liam in sight, h
I looked in to his eyes, they were dark as he turned his head and looked ahead, focusing elsewhere. "What are you doing here?" I asked as I slowly moved his hand from my mouth, making him look down at me again."There's no time for questions Savanna" He paused before looking out again in to the distance. "Come on, can you walk?" He asked making me slowly nod, "Yes" I replied making him look down at me. He looked down at the wounds on my chest and then at my stomach, he sighed deeply before taking my hand and pulling me up with him. I followed him as we walked ahead and out to the front yard where a car was out front, waiting.He opened the door for me before I turned to look at him, "Jason I-" he cut me off, "Get cleaned up, ain't tryna have that get infected. Understand?" He was so... cold today, i know the circumstances were not the best but I just didn't know this side to him even existed with me. But then again, who was I to him?"You're not going to tell me anything, are you?" I
Jason followed me out of my home, I could feel him close behind but not suspiciously close as we were still in eye view of my parents but as soon as he closed the door behind us, I was quick to turn and look at him."Wh-why are you even here? Helping?" I asked making him stop in his tracks."We should leave, now" He replied before turning away again, not even giving me a second of eye contact. "I asked you a question" I continued."And I answered it in my own way. You can either come with me now or you stay here and let the bitches who fucked with you tonight, fuck with you again" His tone of voice was different, the way he looked at me was different, he was acting as if I was a complete stranger; or someone he truly disliked.Instead of arguing in front of my house, I accepted and walked ahead to where his car was parked. I reached over to open the door only for his hand to now cover the handle, I looked up at him with a blank look as he opened the door for me.He was so strange.I g
I had to leave my home to live with somebody who was cold and horrible. I don't know what I expected from a criminal, I don't know why I forgot my morals for him but I guess it was my fault for thinking somebody like him could be different. I grew up with criminals around me; as much as my dad tried to kept me separate from that side of our lives, I was always inevitably going to be involved. Regardless, I knew I would never ever justify criminal behaviour, yet here I was, wishing last night never even happened.After we kissed and he practically threatened me, Jason left. This was harder because I was in his home, I couldn't exactly walk around when I didn't know what room led to where and to be 100% honest, I didn't want to be around him. I didn't know if I could control my emotions and I wasn't aware myself whether I was more angry or more upset at his harshness and flip in character. I showered, but even that didn't feel relaxing which was a big thing for me considering I literall
The car ride was silent apart from the one minute phone call he had using code words so that I didn't understand anything; he also spoke in mumbles so it was hard to understand his replies. As usual, he drove like a race car driver just a lot more reckless than one, not caring about a single thing, not even pedestrians. He pulled up at the car park of the main building, students flooding the courtyard and main building area probably rushing to get to their classes; I was always late, no matter how I tried, I was late."Thanks-" I went to pull the handle open to get out without more interaction only to have him stop me by placing his hand on my thigh, gripping on to it tightly and turning his head to look to me, his eyes piercing in to mine. I just knew he was about to threaten me and I was going to die because I was enjoying his aggression; feel free to literally throw me in to a pool of holy water because something was definitely up with me, spiritually. I know he was meant to be all
I felt nervous for some reason. I had snuck out before, it was such a teenager thing to do when you had parents who had a strict side to them; it also didn't help that they were Mafia but you get the point, there were times I had to bend the rules just to have fun. I had never been caught though, I prided myself in that but then again, I never snuck out after being attacked; it was always because it was a little late and I knew my parents wouldn't allow me to go party at 3am when I had just partied the night before and come home massively off my head. I wasn't very tactile you see, I just couldn't lie. But anyway, this was a lot more nerve racking because I wasn't sneaking away from my family home that I had grown up in and my friends had access to, I was sneaking out of Jason McCanns home and I hadn't even spent 72 hours in it yet. I didn't know a single thing about where to go.That's why I was getting increasingly nervous.I walked out of my college building and walked along the pa