Past Convictions H.S/M.C. Sequel to "Convict"

Chapter 1

Chloe -

I climb out of the window, quietly and grab my bag I'd packed and hurry through the yard, heading for James' house. I trip once, quickly checking that I hadn't torn my leggings before jumping back up and looking back at the house, making sure all the lights are still out.

I hurry down a couple of blocks, passing a group of teenage boys who wolf whistle and I flip them off before finally finding James and the rest of the gang.

We're not a gang, we just call ourselves that.

I throw my bag into the back seat of the car, and jump into the passenger side as James climbs into the drivers seat and everyone else piles into the back as we drive away.

"You ready for some fun?" James asks, looking over at me.

"Hell yeah."

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The club is dark, with only neon lights flashing around, and the music is so loud I can't think straight. What's keeping me from losing my mind is James, who's hands are gripped tightly into my hips as we sway back and forth to the music.

He leans forward, pressing his lips to my ear and whispering things that my dad would kill him for saying. Let's just be grateful he's not here to murder James.

Hours pass, until I realize I'm needing to get back home before dad wakes up.

I'd been sat at the bar for a while, taking a break from dancing. So I make my way through the crowd, whistles and calls from boys standing around, but I ignore the idiots and keep looking for James.

I push away a fake blonde who instead of just moving, she pushes me back.

"What do you think you're doing, bitch?!" She shouts so she's heard over the insanely loud music.

"Fuck off!" I shove her and she starts to fall backwards before a pair of arms wrap around her, keeping her steady. And I immediately recognize the skull tattoo on his forearm.

James.

"You okay?" He asks the girl who wraps her arms around his neck and starts to whine and complain.

"Some bitch tried to kill me!" James looks up from the girl's face and his face pales when he sees me standing there.

"Chloe, listen it's not what you think-"

"Save it." I turn and storm out of the club, and start to walk home when a hand grabs my arm and pulls me back around.

"What?!" I snap when I see its James.

"I'm not seeing her. We're just friends." He defends, but I'm not buying it. I yank my arm out of his grip and take off running down the street.

I'd been running for around an hour or more when I was finally in the front yard of home. I was fighting the tears in my eyes, maybe I should have just listened to James.

I guess that's what I'm going to get. Because a car horn honks and I turn around to see the headlights and then James jumping out of his car and rushing towards me.

"Chloe, let's me finish, okay?" I check back to the house, making sure there's no lights on. Meaning dad isn't awake yet, thank god.

"You've got one minute." I snap, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Sasha is just a friend of mine that I see from time to time."

"I thought you weren't seeing her?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

"Would you cut out the attitude already? God, and you wonder why you can never keep a boyfriend!" He scoffs.

"It's not me, it's just that you're a crap boyfriend!" I shout angrily.

"See? This is why I have Sasha! She understands me and she's not got this weird thing about not having sex, like you do!" He shouts back.

"Well, good thing I decided not to sleep with you, then! You're just a man-whore!"

"You're a freaky emo who can't keep a relationship to save her life!"

"I am not a freak!"

"Seriously?! You look like a-"

"Get the fuck out of my yard, before I beat your face in." We both spin around and my heart races when I see the front door open and dad standing in the doorway.

James just hurries and gets back in his car and drives away, leaving me with dad. Thanks.

"Get in the house." Dad orders, with a calm voice.

Now when a parents uses a calm voice most people would be happy. Not with my dad. In a situation like this, is he's talking calmly....it's bad.

I make my way into the house, really wishing I had worn something other than leather short shorts and a neon green leggings underneath, along with a practically see through crop top and zebra striped bra that's easily seen through the top.

Dad shuts the door and turns around to face me, anger clearly in his face and he looks up at down at me.

"I wasn't aware it was Halloween." He sarcastically says.

"It's not." I say, quietly. Suddenly feeling afraid of what's going to happen.

"Oh, really? Then do you want to tell me why you're dressed like a cheap prostitute?!" He shouts.

"I'm not." I defend myself.

"Yes you are. Walk down any dark alley at this time of night and you'll see ten girls dressed like that and they're selling themselves to men."

I shut my eyes tightly. I don't want to hear dad telling me these things. I didn't think, okay?

"I sorry."

Dad just stands there, and runs his hands through his hair before sighing.

"Go to sleep. We'll talk about this in the morning."

"It is the morning." I honestly tell him.

"Don't get smart with me right now, Chloe. Now go to bed." I walk past dad, and head upstairs.

"Chloe?"

I turn back around and look down the stairs at dad.

"Yeah?"

"You didn't sleep with that boy, did you?" It's rare that dad looks worried. He looks worried as he asks the questions

"No."