A Boy From Manning Heights ✔️

Chapter 35 | Jasper

Agreeing to be okay with Beckett being friends with Freddie wasn't my favourite option and it still isn't, but I'm in a good fucking mood today because I know I'm getting Jordan's wallet back and I can't deny that I can be an ass sometimes too. I know how shitty it can be for one or two acts of idiocy to fuck up a good thing.

That's why I'm lucky Preston and I are friends, when I chased him home from school and egged his house for whistling at Maggie he didn't tell my mom. Instead he just threw an egg back at me and an hour later we were both laughing on his front lawn covered in raw egg. The rest is history, but he sticks by me and often enough I act like an ass, but he cuts me a break. He forgives me, and even if I don't understand it Beckett's doing the same for Freddie.

I shake my head and try to focus less on forgiving Freddie and more on the task at hand. Crawling through the fucking hole in the fence.

After all my classes and a very quick dinner I told Beckett I was going to workout with Brody, but instead he so kindly gave me directions on how I can get out of this place undetected. Except his directions did not include a forewarning on how fucking small this hole is. I'm almost tempted to text him and make him aware I'm not a fucking contortionist.

I have my leg up to my hip through the hole, and at this rate it's going to take me 20 minutes to fit through the fence. I'm pretty sure the fence is ripping my pants as I try to force my body through when the bushes next to me rustle and I freeze.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I let out the breath I was holding and shake my head.

"Preston you fucker, I don't fucking fit"

He chuckles and shines his phone flashlight on the fence panel next to me.

"Why didn't you go through that hole?"

I turn and glare.

"You're fucking kidding"

Clearly I've been trying to force myself through the wrong hole in the fence for the last ten minutes. I groan and pull myself with a lot of resistance back through the hole and very easily slip through the one Preston's so kindly pointed out.

"Okay let's go"

He chuckles.

"I'm so posting that on your birthday"

I reach for his phone quickly, but he yanks it away and I cross my arms pouting.

"You didn't take a damn picture"

He grins.

"Of course I did, memories!"

I roll my eyes and shove him, a tiny part of me hoping maybe he'll trip and roll down this hill. He doesn't and within minutes we're back at the car.

"So where are we headed?"

He chuckles.

"Manning Heights, Dawson lives on Triton Crescent and he has what works for your benefit minimal security, I imagine they rely on the community security to protect them"

He starts to pull away and nods.

"He does however have an old ass dog, and a sister. It works out quite well that his sister happens to have a piano recital tonight and the house should be empty aside from Scooter"

I lift a brow and he chuckles.

"The dog"

I nod again before leaning back in my seat, it's nice to get to just go for a ride.

"These snobs have a butler or a maid"

He shakes his head.

"They do, but they're off for the night something about an unpaid day off"