Chpt.10

Jason re-stitched my gash on my arm. And let me tell you something. It's not fun when your awake.

"Are you sure you don't want something to bite on?" Jason questioned.

"Yeah, please just get it over with. I would do it myself if I could." I groaned. Jason shook his head.

"You're so stubborn."

"And you're not?" I countered. Jason quickly stabbed through my arm to make a stitch and I winced.

"You better watch that smart mouth of yours while I'm stitching you up." Jason stated dryly.

"It's gonna hurt either way." I grumbled. "Besides if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have a giant gash down my arm in the first place."

"Well if you didn't back talk, I wouldn't have sliced your arm." he stated as he stabbed the needle into my skin, adding another stitch.

"I was defending my brother after you threatened him." I informed, shooting him a glare.

"You care too much for that kid." Jason sighed.

"Well sorry for having a heart." I retorted. There was silence between the two of us. He didn't say anything after my statement and kept stitching my arm. I felt slightly guilty, but I tried to shake the guilt out of my mind.

He's a jerk. So I called him heartless, so what? I hate him. Boo hoo if I hurt his feelings. He doesn't have feelings!

"You really think I'm heartless?" he questioned once he was done stitching my arm. I shrugged, but the guilt still welled in my stomach.

"Sometimes yeah." I nodded.

"When have I been heartless?" he questioned. I gave him an unamused look.

"Do you seriously want me to make a list?" I inquired, but Jason shook his head.

"I guess not. It might make me seem like a jerk." I rolled my eyes.

"Jerk isn't the half of it, Jay." I smirked. Jason gazed down at me with a pleased look on his face.

"Did you just call me Jay?" I shook my head.

"No! I said Jason." I informed quickly, and he started laughing.

"You most definitely called me Jay!" he smiled. "You called me by a nick name!"

"No! I called you Jason. If I called you Jay that'd mean… oh just shut up. I called you Jason." I grumbled. He had a sly smirk on his face and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"It'd mean what Bajita?" he inquired. I pushed his arm off of my shoulder and shook my head.

"It'd mean nothing."

"Then why is your face red." he grinned. I could feel my cheeks burning from either embarrassment or hatred or something else? No I'm pretty sure it was embarrassment or hatred.

"My face's red because… because you make me mad." I protested.

"Wow. That comeback was pathetic." Jason stated. I shot a glare at him.

"Well, it's true." Jason tilted my chin up to look at him. I hated it when he did that.

"I don't make you mad, do I?" he questioned.

"Uh, yes." I stated in an obvious tone. Jason sat next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder again.

"Are you mad at me now?" he inquired.

"Yes." I nodded.

"How about now?" he questioned as he rubbed my back.

"Yes." I answered, feeling very uncomfortable with his closeness. He seemed to notice my uneasiness and smirked. He cupped my cheek with his hand.

"How about now?"

"Y-yes." I stuttered.

"Well how about…" before he could do anything else I struggled out of his grip.

"Stop! Alright? Just stop." I stated quickly. Jason looked at me with a smirk, and kissed me on the cheek.

"Sure thing Bajita." he said, then walked out of the room. I hated how Jason confused me.