Something in Common

When bad boy Jason Pierce moves into town, Eden Hartell finds herself awe-struck from the moment they lay eyes on each other. Through trouble, heart-break, plenty of black eyes and a lot of explaining to do, Eden and Jason find themselves falling in love...


21. Bad Boy

'Jason, what's wrong?' I asked slowly, taking his facial expressions and body language in. He had that small guilty twinkle in his dark, dark eyes. I don't think I'd ever seen him as crazy as I'd seen him then.

He didn't reply. Instead, he held out his hands. Scraped into his skin were the words "Guilty as Charged". Unsure of what to do, I grabbed his arms, and flung him inside. I slammed the door and led him straight to my bedroom. When I shut the bedroom door, I rested my body weight against it, as if stopping him from escaping.

'What's that?'

My eyes followed the words over and over again. His skin was red, the words were bleeding, and the more I stared the more the words became real. Had he done this himself? Had somebody else done it for him?

'I... I don't know, Eden. I was in my bedroom, mindlessly listening to music, and before I knew it, the words began to cut into my skin. There wasn't anyone there with me!'

He took a couple steps towards me, so I closed the gap. I took his hand and stared further into the wounds. It took me a minute to decide whether to run my fingers over the words or not, but I did, jumping as Jason winced. I tentatively kissed his hands. The scars didn't bother me. It was the words that did.

'I know what you're thinking,' Jason mumbled softly, raising his forefinger to my chin. He lifted my head up to face him. 'I'm a bad, bad boy.'

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed his hands again.

'Too bad for my liking, Jason.' Glancing at the wounds one last time, I finally said, 'but seriously, what have you done?'

Shrugging, Jason turned to face the window. 'So many things. Things you probably don't want to hear about.'

'Jason,' I said firmly, 'what happened. I'm not kidding now. I'm your girlfriend, I trust you.'

'I know you trust me,' Jason replied, 'but honestly, I don't know what I've done. Maybe its something to do with Perren. I haven't punched someone in a long time. They don't like it when I punch people.'

I frowned, folding my arms.

'Whose they?' I asked blankly. Was he keeping secrets from me? Maybe it was those "friends" of his, the ones who chased me a few weeks back. 

'Eden, there are some things I can't tell you. This is one of them. Now you have to trust me.' Jason swung around to face me head-on. His eyes were deadly serious. 

'But Jason, if someones out to get you, why won't you let me help you? Keeping me in the dark isn't exactly the right thing to do now, especially since you're getting so worked up over it. Look what "they" have done to you!'

'Eden! This isn't trusting me! You need too!'

'I don't need to do anything, Jason! You're the one who came to me. If you didn't want me to know anything you shouldn't have opened your mouth.'

Jason shoved me against the wall and held me there. His heavy breathing made my heart beat race up to 100mph. 

'I came to you,' Jason said softly, but firmly, 'because I do trust you. You told me you trust me, Eden, so trust me. These cuts are a warning. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense. If I go missing... if I die, its because "they" have got me.'

Jason moved in for a kiss. His lips met mine, his warmth sending fire bolts from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. His roaming hands found my waist, and before I knew what we were doing, he lifted me up and balanced me on his hips. I don't know how long we kissed, but it felt like forever. When he pulled back, his eyes were large and twinkly.

'I think now is when I leave.'

Jason lowered me down to the bed, kissing me on the forehead one last time. Then he ran a hand through his hair, opened my door and shut it gently behind him.

The kiss was a distraction. And it'd worked.



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