JARED'S POV
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Mary-Lu casually scoots closer to me on the helicopter, and then her hand gently wraps around my bicep. "This is scary," she murmurs, and I peel my arm from her grip and grab a set of headphones for her. "Oh, thank you but it won't do with my hair," she gently touches her blonde locks as if it's precious and could break. "It's for your f*****g ears, don't be an idiot." I sneer, putting it onto her head for her. I doubt that she has the brain cells to survive anything, even if it's just a shooting. She'll probably cry when she has to lay on the floor at gunpoint, but not because it's scary, but because she's probably wearing designer clothes.
"Jared! My hair!" She screams like she's in danger, but I ignore her dramatic cries and roll my eyes, getting up as the pilot start
