Jason hated your guts, no surprise there. You never thought he was nice, but you’d never imagine him to be this bad once you’d met him. You were currently at a charity event, you saw him, and obviously you didn’t want to deal with him, so you tried to run away.

Jason grabbed your arm, almost almost throwing you against the wall. His grip still remaining on your arm, easing slightly. “Friends.” He said, as if he wanted a truce, his eyes dark yet emotionless, as he look at you then glanced to the side momentarily.