Our Little Secret

The drive

Jaz POV

A door slammed open, "LIAM, WHAT THE FUCK! MY SISTER?"

What? What was happening? My head was banging, I opened my eyes tiredly and noticed I wasn't in my room. Where was I? I don't remember anything about last night. I looked to my left and Jacob was  at the door looking fuming. Why was he here? This is definitely not his room.

"Jacob, what, what's going on?" I said

"OH AND SHE WAS DRUNK, DUDE THATS NOT FUCKING COOL" I was still confused as ever.

I sat up, "where am I?"

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU," Jacob barged into another room.

It was the bathroom, the shower water was running. I got up and followed him. "Hey what the fuck?" Liam said while showering.

He didn't even try to hide his massive... you know what. "What are you doing bro?"

"Bro! IM NOT YOU FUCKING BRO. YOU FUCKED MY SISTER," he stopped for a mile-second. "WHILE SHE WAS DRUNK"

"WHAT" They both turned to me, "YOU WHAT! YOUR FUCKING SICK"

I turned my back to run away. I grabbed onto the zipped of the hoodie I was wearing. I don't know who's it is I don't care honestly. I need to get out of here. I felt so violated, so used.

I ran down the stairs and flung open the front door to head outside. My car wasn't there. I didn't have my keys. I went back into the house and found my keys lying on the kitchen counter. I snatched them my way towards the door again. By this time, both of the boys were running after me, I made my way down the driveway and turned right down the street.

"Jaz!" I heard Jacob yell.

I started faster, running. After a few minutes of running I stopped to catch a breath then I realized I had left my car at the beach. I quickly headed on the route to the beach, keys in hand, and determined.

Before I get to my car another pulls up beside me and slows down. It was a black jeep, it looked so familiar but I couldn't place were.

Then the window rolled down, "Jaz, nothing happened, we didn't fuck. Get in the car."

I sent him a middle finger and kept walking, not making eye contact.

"Please Jaz, you have to listen to me" he pleaded

"Okay fine, make up some stupid fucking story. Go ahead I'm all ears." I said, stoping in my tracks.

He sighed, "thank you. So I did take you home, but not in the way that you think I did. You were drunk and your house was locked so you had to stay with me. I slept on the couch, I swear to god."

He seemed genuinely sorry and for some reason I believed him. "So..? Go home now" I still decided he deserved a little attitude.

"Let me drive you home, or wherever you're going." He unlocked his car.

I rolled my eyes, secretly happy I didn't have to walk much more. I entered the vehicle and fassened my seatbelt.

"Where to?" He asked

"The beach, I have to pick up my car"

When we made it to the beach I got out and unlocked my car. I was still fuming, he knew. As I was about to enter my car he started... "hey, how can I make it up to you? I really am sorry."

This was a perfect opportunity.

"100$" I put out my hand.

"A hundred dollars? Are you out of your mind!"

I kept my hand out waiting. He gave in and pulled out his wallet, "how about a down payment?"

"Sure, why not"

He handed me 50$ "remember, you owe fifty. I won't forget... anyways thanks for the ride"

A few weeks had passed and I was headed to work. I worked at Dave's Icecream in the summer. When I got there I changed into my work uniform, a blue tank top with the logo and shorts, and then got to work. After about four hours my shift was over. I clocked out and went to my car. I started the car and then drove down the road. Music was playing, I was having a blast until...

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