King Justin |j.b| (slowly updating)

The Middle: No More Mr. Nice Guy

( Stay safe everyone.. If you ever feel like you're in a place and something just doesn't feel right then please know that you have the right to leave it. Always scope out your exits too regardless of what's going on around you and please pray for all of the families and friends of the people that we lost in this massacre .. Also pray for Christina's family and people that loved her dearly. ❣)

~J~

Next, was mine and Jaxon's turn. Jason nearly fell on the ground once again while he was coming back from his training. He looked absolutely gutted. And exhausted.

"That.." He said while trying to catch his breath. "That was harder than it looks."

Jax laughed at him and stood up, grabbing all of the luggage Jason had to carry back down here. He placed it on his back with ease and patted Jason on the shoulder. "You'll get used to it after awhile. It's not that bad when you've been doing this for years and years."

"Jackass." He mumbled back to him and sat beside Chanel, who crossed her legs quickly and turned to him. "So how was almost dying?"

"All of you suck." He replied and kicked his feet up on the recliner chair. I picked up my luggage and started walking behind Jaxon. Jason would have to get it on his own eventually.
                                                ~C~
Jason picked up Justinan's sunglasses from off of the glass table and shifted his body so that he could look at me again. "You know you're in danger, right? Does that even scare you at all?"

I shrugged. "Nope."

"Are you sure about that? Most women would run for the hills in this type of situation." He said. I shrugged again. "Glad I'm not like most women, huh?" I grabbed a magazine from under my chair and flipped it open to a random page.

"Why do you always do this?" He asked and sat up, his elbows on his knees and his face laying in his hands. "Why do you always cut me short? I ask you questions and you give me one word answers. I try to start a conversation with you and all you do is look at me as if I'm not intelligent enough to have a decent conversation with you and then you go back to being a smart ass and giving me short answer replies. It's quite rude, if I can be completely honest."

I raised my brow. "Oh really? That's how you feel?"

He nodded. "I thought we hit it off so well at that party after you did those drugs with-"

"We don't talk about that, anymore." I cut him off and didn't look up at him. "Understood?"

Jason clapped his hands together. "Wow, for a second you almost sounded like a real ruler."

"What's this about?" I asked, finally looking at him. "Why bring this up all of a sudden?" He tapped on his chin. "Maybe because you treat me like I'm nothing to you when I know deep down inside you feel something....you feel the same way I do."

"Oh God..." I said and rolled my eyes. "You have got to be kidding me right now, Jason. You always pop up at the times where it's not appropriate for you to." Jason snatched the magazine from my lap and threw it on the ground in front of him. "You really think that? I've been sending you signs since I first got here and what have you done about it? Lead me on that one time and then leave me for the king. What is it about him anyways that gets you girl's panties in a twist? Is it because he has money? Power?"