Claire's pov

I stopped and stuttered, staring at Tom incredulously. "What do you mean because Shane has me?" I asked quietly. Tom shook his head.

"You mean you don't know?" He asked.

"Know what?" I asked, still believing my ears had deceived me.

"That Jason has been crazily in love with you since like... forever. All he ever goes on about is Claire this, Claire that, I have to impress Claire, I wonder if Claire would like this. He had a fight with Shane over you a couple of weeks back... said he was talking to some girl and not treating you with the respect you deserve."

"Okay... but I don't believe you. There is no way, with all the crazy stupid things Jason has done, that he likes me. I mean, all the girls he hurt, all the vamps he got involved with. It just doesn't make any sense." I shook my head, refusing to believe anything being said. I mean, this is Jason we are talking about here, this could all be some mad set up to make me look like an idiot. I definitely wouldn't put it passed him.

"Have you ever wondered why all Jason's stupid antics always get back to you and Eve and the rest of them? Because he does everything he can to get your attention, to try and get you to forget about Shane. He wants you." I didn't reply. I just sat there, staring numbly at my hands, refusing to look up. After about five minutes Tom got up and walked around a bit stretching his legs. I hadn't thought about it before, but my bones were beginning to ache and I my legs were numb. I closed my eyes slowly, trying to clear my mind of absolutely everything. And it was beginning to work until Jessie J started blasting through my phone speakers.

I tried to move to stop it from becoming noticed,but it was too late. Tom's head snapped up in my direction and his eyes narrowed. He moved quickly and held his hand out, his eyes narrowing.

"Give it to me," he growled, his voice low. The shy, kind-ish guy was gone in a flash, replaced by a guy just like Jason, cruel and kind of scary; but I wasn't going to back down. I awkwardly leaned to the side, attempting to pull it out of my pocket. I could see Tom beginning to get mad so I moved quicker.

"Would you hurry the fuck up!" He exclaimed, glaring at me.

"It would be a hell of a lot easier if my hands were not tied you douche." I muttered, glaring back at the boy in front of me. I finally managed to pull the phone out. I handed it over slowly, hating the fact that he now had control over me.

"Hello Shane," Tom spat into the phone, "long time no see."

"Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend Reeves. Touch her and you're dead," I heard Shane say.

"Aww, is Collins scared that I'm going to take his little girlfriend away from him. Well he should be; I like them stubborn but sweet. As a matter of a fact, Claire seems like mine and Jason's type. Looks like Shane has some competition for his girl." Tom said, and evil smirk appearing on his lips. I frowned distastefully.

"I'm not kidding here Tom, either of you touch and I will kill both of you or go down trying."

"Oh wow, tough talk from someone who doesn't even know where his girlfriend is. I could do anything I want and there is nothing you could possibly do about it." Tom said, looking at me intently.

"I've got a go now Shane... I have stuff I need to do." He hung up the phone and smiled.

"What was that about?" I asked venomously.

"Ok... So Jason's not the only one who likes you. This was my idea as well doll face. And now your little boyfriend is scared."

"You son of a bitch."

Tom's hand came out of nowhere and connected sharply with my cheek. He grabbed my hair and yanked my hair back as I choked at a yelp.

"I don't like your attitude sweetie. So I suggest you start acting a little bit better." He pulled my hair a little bit harder. "You understand babe?"

I could only nod.