perhaps this whole thing with jackson is just a part of jas’ current state of ‘fuck you bro, i do what i want’ that she’s going through. the possibilities are endless and, truthfully, she doesn’t really care. it’s fun. he’s fun. and she doesn’t have to fake any sort of connection with him. it’s refreshing to say the least. ❛ you sure? ❜ the female raises a single eyebrow at him, both her words and motion showing how little she believes him. or maybe it’s a challenge. who really knows? she definitely doesn’t.
still, once he places his cup down, she does the same and allows him to take her hands in order to guide her away. jas takes a quick glance around the room as she walks through it, noting how much dumber everyone seems now that the drinks have been tampered with. not by her but she was a witness. an uncaring one at that. ah, well. they weren’t her problem. she’s following jackson without question, all too willing to risk that his own dark side would maybe come out and get her. she doesn’t think it will though.
if she were being moved against a wall by another else, the claws would come out. but he’s special. his question causes a smirk. ❛ actually, pretty boy… ❜ there’s a pause. ❛ you kinda do. there’s something in the eyes. something i maybe shouldn’t trust about you. ❜
That damn nickname was going to haunt him, he swore. A soft chuckle slipped from his lips as green eyes stared down at Jas. “If that’s the case, why don’t you do something about it?” Jackson reached slowly into his back pocket and pulls out a switch blade. The male held the object up, a click heard before the spring brought forth a blade.
He placed the tip of the blade at the center of her chest, eyes never leaving hers as he slowly dragged it down her frame. The blade slowly lifted the bottom of her shirt, teasing her skin with the cool metal.
“Wouldn’t be logical to be here alone with me, if you thought I was a snitch, now would it?” It’s almost as if Jackson is trying to coax a reaction out of her, smirk never faltering from his facial features. “--How do i know you’re not the snitch?” Jackson inquired, slowly pulling the blade away from her frame though he kept his body close to hers. His frame hovered over Jas’, tongue pushing forth to moisten his lips as he glanced down at hers.
“You know Stu’s going to kill you if he ever finds out.” It’s said as more of a statement than an inquiry. Jackson’s eyes glance down back at her frame, drinking in the sight of her before slowly coming up back to her face. Jackson had little care for being subtle right now as its etched upon his face just how badly he wants to cross the invisible line that had been brought before them.
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