"Come on Alex," Jason says, stomping back in, his eyes narrowed in anger.

"Huh?" I gasp as he grabs my wrist and starts pulling me out of the house.

"Jason-" I say, confusion coursing through my veins.
"What did you do with Jared?!" I practically shout, trying to pull free of his strong grip, but he doesn't let go.

"Nothing," Jason barks over his shoulder.

"Jason!" I shout, planting my feet into the ground, making him stop walking and turn to face me.

He stares at me for a few seconds before he walks forward and takes my face in his hands.

"Every thought of you being his makes me jealous." He says and presses his lips against mine.

I grunt and shove him off of me.

"What the hell?!" I shout, stumbling backwards.
"Fuck off!" I shout when he regains his composure.
"Where is he Jason?" I ask, my heart starting to pound now, intimidation quickly thickening the air.
"Speak!" I shout and slap him across the face.
"What did you do?!" I say, tears now at the brim of my eyes.

And then shock fills my eyes. Fear is heard when a shout escapes Jared's mouth from the doorway to the house.

And then pain is felt in my cheek when Jason's fist connects to my cheekbone.

A startled, and pained cry escapes my lips when I stumble backwards, losing my footing and falling backwards onto the sidewalk, turning to protect my neck, scraping up my arm when I land.

I lay there in shock, looking up at my supposed best friend in fear, pure hatred in his eyes.

"What the hell?!" Jared shouts when he runs over, helping me sit up.
"What did you do?!" He shouts and looks over his shoulder when Dan calls his name.

"Dan.. we need you over here! Now!" He shouts.

"What happened?!" Dan asks when he runs over.

I cling to Jared's shirt, my tears now flooding out of my eyes.

"Can Alex stay at my house tonight? I don't feel safe with him and Jason being in the same house." Jared says, glaring at my ex best friend.

"Of course- what happened?" He asks, shock evident in his voice.

"Jason punched him," Jared says before lifting me into his arms and carrying me to his house, the two men's shouts heard from behind us.

"It's okay Alex," he whispers, yet I still cling to his tear stained shirt, and tears still stain my cheeks, my cheek where Jason punched still throbbing, a burning sensation slowly growing over to my eye, telling me that I'm gonna have a black eye soon.

I nod a bit and swallow the lump in my throat, yet I still feel the urge to cry.

"Here," he sets me on a counter and gently fixes my posture before slowly wiping the tears, making me flinch when he brushes his thumb over the bruised area.

Instead of touching it with his hand again, he leans down and gently kisses my bruised cheek, and it still hurts but not as bad as before.

"You alright babe?" He asks, looking me in the eyes.

"Yes.. no? I don't know.. why would Jason do that?" I ask, my eyebrows pinching together as I try not to cry again.

"Hey," he says softly.
"You're fine now. You're safe," he says, his voice lowering to a whisper, his breath feathering over my lips.
"I won't let him touch you," he says and presses his lips against mine gently, making me immediately close my eyes and lean into the kiss.

A smile curves onto his lips when I do so, his arms then snaking around my waist.

I slide off the counter, having to stand on my toes a bit to reach his lips.

"Hey," he says as he pulls away.
"Stop," he laughs a bit.
"If we continue, I may not be able to stop myself," he says, making me nod a bit.

I'm not ready for that. Not yet. Especially if I still have to do the surgery for the bottom half.
Of course I'm going to have to wait a little longer. But hey. One way or another, I'm going to finish the trans surgery, and I'll finally be happy.

That is if Jason goes away soon.

Please say he's going to go away soon.