A Boy From Manning Heights ✔️

Chapter 23 | Jasper

The ride home from the beach is filled only by Brody's rambling and I'm thankful it's short. Beckett and Derek clearly have tension over whatever the fuck happened earlier and Beckett and I still aren't on good terms.

When we get back Brody reminds everyone for the 5th time that it would be very rude of us not to go to Gile's dads club and yet again Derek tells him to shut up about it and we'll leave at 7:00pm.

Preston and two of my other friends from home; Oscar and Chris are going to meet us at the club later on as well. So at least I have that to look forward to.

When we get in the house Beckett's entire body tenses even more then it has been since we got to this godforsaken lake and I clench my fists wanting to go and find his dad. Instead Beckett heads upstairs and I follow wanting to talk to him, just wanting to interact with him at all. Tired of the last couple days being nothing, but anger between us.

Much to my dismay Beckett goes into his room and shuts the door. I clench my jaw and open the door leaning against the doorframe.

"So do I need to be worried about assault charges or what?"

It was the only thing I could think of to bring up and maybe get him to talk to me, but the way Beckett's face falls I know I've said something wrong.

"No, I handled it"

I narrow my eyes. Obviously something happened and I don't need Beckett doing me any favours.

"Handled it how?"

He sighs.

"it doesn't matter Jasper, he's not going to press charges"

I glare.

"doesn't matter? I don't need you to fight my battles for me. What'd you do?"

He scoffs.

"just piss off okay? Next time I'll let them fucking arrest you"

I shake my head and rush from the room not thinking much before heading downstairs and out the door. I knock on Derek's door loudly and when he pulls it open to see it's me he glares. That catches me off guard what's his problem now?

"What the fuck did Beckett do to get Dawson not to press charges?"

Beckett runs up behind me and Derek glances at him before shifting his jaw.

"He gave him his wallet"

I lift a brow turning to face Beckett.

"what the fuck?! doesn't the dude have his own fucking cash"

Beckett sighs.

"he does, he didn't take my money"

I scrunch up my face confused.

"so what? He just wanted your wallet?"

Beckett nods and Derek swallows stiffly a frown still on his face.

"Yeah, just his fucking wallet"

I lift a brow confused because I don't understand why Derek is so upset over a wallet and turn back to Beckett.

"Should have fucking told him to piss off, I can get you a new wallet, maybe not as fancy"

Derek scoffs and shakes his head.

"That it?"

I blink before shrugging.

"I guess"

He closes the door without another word and I turn blinking at Beckett.