Two eyes, completely different yet completely the same. Tyler and Jason glared at each other over my head, Ty on the right and Jason on the other. Jason spoke first, "What are you doing here?" His tone was harsh but Tyler just stared at him unflinching, "Trying to get a respectable girl out of the presence of three unrespectable people who tried to kidnap her." At this, Jason stared in annoyance at his what I assumed, friends, "Well it wasn't me so I suggest you leave this place coward. You don't belong."

I opened my mouth but like last time, Tyler replied to my fuming neighbour smoothly, "The only cowards here are you guys. Anyone who attacks a girl is a coward. Especially innocent ones. Those types of cowards are the worst." 

"You say what your are Alvarez, you say what you are." Jason had a knowing smirk on his face. My eyes widened as I saw Ty clench his fist. Oh hell no, no one was going to have a fist fight. Not on my watch. I walked to Ty, massaging his hand slowly. Muscles gradually relaxing  I looked between the two boys. Jason  a dark look  on his face, his minions both had their eyes wide as if I was doing something wrong.

"You two boys need to get along and treat each other nicely."

Giving me a sour look, Jason answered, "It's him that shouldn't be here in the first place."

"Ever heard of hospitality?" 

Shaking my head, led Ty away. The same gaze Jason had given me at the party was drilling holes in my back as I walked away from his two minions who were now both conscious and conversing quietly. I didn't take a second glance behind me.

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We took a seat on the swings, covered in a comfortable blanket of silence. The boy next to me looked deep in thought. His eyes held the same dark look as Jason, the look so intense that made me want to dig a hole and bury myself in it.

"When are you going to stop hanging around with that jerk?"

I laughed, "It's not like I have a choice," his confused look made me explain further, "he's my neighbour and annoying as hell."

Satisfied at my answer he smiled. It was a small smile but it didn't seem to reach his eyes. Like he was still occupied with something else. 

"Why did you send me notes?" I blurted the words out before I could stop myself.

He laughed, "I wanted to be your friend."

"You didn't know me"

"Course I did. I know that your grades are perfect. I know your smart. I k ow you can pack a lunch. I know that you stick up for people even when they don't stick up for you. I know you care about what people think about you. I know that you didn't have a great past. I know that those girls were horrible. I know about the incident when you were seven when those mean bullies locked you in the janitors cupboard."

My mouth opened in shock.

"I also know for a fact that you deserve a good friend." He said it so softly, I nearly missed it. "He doesn't deserve you. All he'll do is hurt you and I don't want you to hurt yourself. Not again. Not after you've got your confidence back." He was so sweet, I shook my head at his cuteness, and linked our hands, "Hey, we're friends, remember? He won't get near me, not without you helping."

"Yeah," their was a newfound determination in his voice, "I'm going to give you the best holiday ever. Trust me princess, I'm not going to let that frown appear on your face. I promise."

With that, he leapt up and ran, leaving me on the swings, confused and bewildered.

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After recovering from my shock, I went back home, getting soaked by the rain. I walked slowly savouring the cold yet friendly caress of the dripping water. Here, t rained usually at night, leaving the daylight even hotter. I enjoyed it, grateful for its steady rhythm of pitter patter. By the time I got home, I was drenched. A smile made its way to my face as I thought about holding hands with Ty. His palms were soft but rough at the edges. I had never held hands with any one, maybe a few times with Josh when I was younger but never with some one who cared. Never with a friend. The word seemed so foreign to my train of thought but still gave me warmth from the soaked clothes. I was in such a good mood, I knew that something would be waiting for me to ruin my mood.

 That something was a very pissed, very dark charcoal eyed, very ,very angry Jason. I sighed in annoyance, ignoring him. His very presence made me clench my fists as I remembered us rudeness. I felt ashamed that I couldn't protect Tyler and resisted the urge to give Jason a roundhouse kick. I didn't. Needless to say, he deserved one.

I shook my wet hair out and was instantly covered by a leather jacket. It had a woodsy sent to it. The scent of freshness and darkness radiating from it. How it gave off two completely different auras I didn't know but I was grateful for it. 

Inspecting the floor, I snuggled deeper into the coat taking a step back and hitting a hard chest. I looked up blushing, knowing who it was.

The silence was heavy but Jason just stared...

And stared...

And stared...

I finally snapped, "What do you want?"

His face turned into thunder at my tone, "Did you not think I was worried? Do you know how long it's been since you left me in that ally way?" I frowned when I thought I imagined his voice crack at the 'left me', "Do you not think I care?  I know this place better then you so hear New because your naive self won't see trouble even if it dance in front of you naked. You're gonna  end up dead if you hang with that, that, thing! He's dangerous and shady and -"

I intervened, " First off, I'd rather die with friends then without them and second off, he may be dangerous or shady or mean, but he's been nothing but sweet and caring. He's been a friend, Jason. That's more then what you've ever shown me. So don't cuss my friends because if anything happens to him, you'll have more then him to mess with. Your not my friend or my brother or my dad. You don't care about me, you have your sluts and shady friends to worry about. So don't. Ever. Tell. My 'naive' self. What. To. Do!"

I blew up as I stormed up the stairs leaving Jason standing their. He hadn't denied anything. Not about his slurs, his friend. It was nice to know that he didn't care. If he did, then I may have listened  but he didn't. Like, who died and made him king?  What made him think that I would listen to him? But why did I want to? If he didn't care and vice versa, then why did his words effect me so much? Ty couldn't be dangerous. He hardly seemed like a scary person. He was so sweet. He was smart as well, answering to Jason with ease as of he expected the other to blow up like a volcano. Both had something to hide. To day was evidence. But I couldn't help but think that whatever it was, could tear the whole town apart. Sighing, I lay on my bed, allowing two pairs of different eyes, to lead me to one troubled sleep.

1300 Exactly!! No one's reading is but I really wanted to get this chapter out there. This is probably going to get covered in dust but I really hope that you guys can help this story cone alive. Till the,

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