Chapter Nine

Claire's POV

I have a two hour break from classes at noon. Shane convinces me to let him take me out of eat. I give in after his stomach and my stomach growl at the exact same time. We go to a dinner.

"What can I get you?" the waitress asks. I recognize her from campus. You can tell from how she acts that she doesn't know the town little secret. That, and she's all but throwing herself at Shane. She bats her eyelashes and gives Shane a full view of her chest. He ignores her. I reach across the table to take his hand, making sure it's the hand with the engagement ring. She backs off a little.

"My fiancee and I would like cokes please," I say, smiling brightly. Shane raises his eyebrows at me. I squeeze his hand. She saunters off.

"What was that about?" he asks. I roll my eyes.

"She was totally hitting on you. I thought I would spare her the trouble," I say, wiggling my fingers. I faintly hear her walk up.

"Hmm... It seems my fiancee has a jealous side," he teases," I like it."

"Get used to it, your mine," I whisper. He reaches over and strokes my cheek. The waitress clears her throat and Shane removes his hand. The waitress sets Shane's drink in front of him and makes a show of slipping and spilling my drink all over the front of my shirt. I gasp as the icy drink hits me. Shane stands up, outraged. She grabs some napkins and starts to clean up the mess.

"I'm so sorry," she says earnestly. As she's cleaning she whispers to me," Deserved it you bitch. He'd be better off without you."

"Excuse me, but your wrong there. I'm not better off without her. I could never be better off without her," Shane says, obviously pissed off. She walks off, mad about being overheard. Jason, of course, chooses that moment to show up. He pulls a gun.

"Everyone down on the ground," he barks. Everyone else does as their told. I slip my phone out, dial Hannah's number, and leave my phone on the seat on speaker," Claire. Come here."

"No," Shane growls, stepping in front of me. I touch his back softly, not afraid at all.

"I will shoot her again," Jason says. I slowly out from behind Shane. Jason eyes me. Shane grabs my wrist.

"Don't," he whispers in a flurry. I pry my arm free.

"Shane, I can't let him hurt all these people," I say, walking up to Jason. He twists one of my arms behind my back.

"Were going for a walk," he says, dragging me out. He hits me in the back of the head with the butt of the gun. I slump, feigning unconciousness. It really hurt and I almost passed out but not quite.

I wait until he's unsuspecting and then I throw my elbow back into his groin. I hit my mark and duck as a shot goes off. I trip him, take the dropped gun and point it at him as I hear sirens in the back ground.

"Your going to prision, Jason," I say, smiling a not so nice smile. Shane dashes out the door, frantic. He sees me and he sees Jason on the ground. He walks up.

"That's my girl. I should of guessed you had a plan," he says. I just smile as Hannah puts Jason in handcuffs and I hand her the gun. After being questioned, were allowed to leave.

"Maybe things'll be easier now," I sigh, holding on to Shane tightly. I'm exhausted. He wraps his arm around me. We reach the house and we collapse on the couch. We curl up together.

"What happened to you two? You were supposed to be home 15 minutes ago," Michael says. He sitting in his chair with Eve on his lap.

"Run in with Jason," I sigh. Shane seems to just have passed out. I cuddle into him, yawning.

"Are you guys okay," Eve asks worriedly. I nod.

"Yeah. I'm just really tired. Jason's in jail," I say, before passing out.

I wake up to the smell of pizza. Shane's standing over me with two plates in his hand. I sit up and he sits beside me.

"I dont know if I should give you this," he teases.

"What else are you going to do with it," I say. He makes it a point to take a slice off my plate and eat it. His plate has two and a half pieces of pizza on it. I swipe a slice of pizza off his plate and lick it. He rolls his eyes and hands me my plate and I put the slice back on his plate.

"Did I prove my point?" he asks, picking up the piece I licked and watching me as he bit into it. I giggle and eat my pizza. Everythings back to normal and relaxed.

After were done eating, Shane puts on a movie and we all sit together to watch it. I curl into his side and laugh at his snarky commentary. This is defenitly how things are supposed to be.