A Troubled Love

3- Dissing and Drops

JP's POV

While the older woman started talking to her sons, I took that as my opportunity to leave. I walked outside to get my luggage out of the taxi, when a big black hummer pulled up behind me.

A man with broad shoulders, bulky arms, and probably a 6'2" height stepped out of the hummer. He had blonde hair that came a little below his chin, and light blue almost grey eyes. Boy, this guy could be a model.

He had a sharp, chiseled jaw and he looked as if he hadn't shaved in a few days. He was gorgeous to say the least.

He approached me quickly, while holding a small, brown paper bag. Chevelle. "You must be Jazmine, Axel said you where a looker, but he didn't say you where stunning. I'm Chevelle, it definitely won't be a hassle to watch over you," he said while smiling. I just blushed slightly.

"Yes, I'm Jazmine, but go by JP. What do you have there?" I asked while gesturing to the bag.

He lowered his voice, "Just some stuff Axel said you liked, and a few new things that I want your opinion on." He put the bag in the front pocket of my suitcase.

"Well thanks. I was wondering if I could maybe do a few drops for you. I'm gonna have nothing to do around here, and Axel gave me his card, but I need some new clothes and would rather not make him pay for them," I said while keeping my voice low.

"Of course, JP, Axel told me you where the best. So I'll take you up on that offer. I'll pick you up every morning and take you to school, and I'll pick you up every afternoon and bring you back here, or wherever you need to go. And if I need you to make a drop I'll pick you up. Good?" he asked.

I nodded and said thanks, before turning around and walking to the front door. This gave me a few minutes to check the house out. A two story, red brick house. Nothing special. The whole house surrounded by bushes and flowers, with a concrete path leading you to the door.

While I was about to open the front door, a voice stopped me, "What was in the bag?" I snapped my head to the left and saw that Damon kid sitting on one of the chairs on the front porch.

He was wearing nice cut jeans, an Affliction t-shirt and new nike's. He had dirty blonde hair, sharp green eyes, and plump pink lips.

Ah, just a little prep boy. He's nothing to worry about. "None of your concern," I snapped before heading inside.

*Midnight*

I was sitting on the stoop outside my window taking a smoke of some of Chev's new stuff. Pretty good.

When I was looking out of the window I saw that there was a flat place right outside of the window. Which I thought would be a great place for me to smoke cause the smell would be way too strong if I smoked in my room.

I still couldn't believe these people went to bed at 10. I'm usually getting ready for a party at 10. We'll stay out til 4 and 5 some mornings. Just smoking, drinking, whatever.

I never wanted to start smoking, but when you're forced to do it for years, it just becomes a habit, something enjoyable.

I kinda like the feeling it gives me. Like I can slip away from this crappy life I'm living. Slip away from Axel mainly. The man who made my life this way.

While pondering all the ways I could leave Axel, my phone started buzzing. It was the devil himself, Axel.

"Hello?" I slurred slightly.

"Hey babe, you're high aren't you?" he asked.

"Well, I was trying to," I accidentally snapped. Uh-oh.

"You're gone for not even a day and you're already forgetting who you belong to. Do I need to drive up their now and teach you a lesson?" he asked me, his voice turning low and menacing.

"No, I'm sorry Axel. I've just had a long day baby. The family is really annoying," I said as sweetly as possible hoping he would believe the lie.

"It's okay babe, I understand, I'll call you tomorrow. Did everything with Chev go alright?"

"Yeah, it went fine. He got me some of my normal and some new stuff he wanted my opinion on, which is pretty good," I said relieved he believed the lie I had told him.

"Okay well I'll talk to you tomorrow and remember Jazmine, no boys."