Stranger (Handsome Jack X OC)

Crystals House

Not only was I wearing nothing but underwear and Jack's blood soaked blazer, but we were driving in some rambler, jeep looking thing, and the night was cold.

One of those snot covered teenagers, resting soundly in their twin sized bed while their mother puts away the left overs from dinner... One of them better have a sweater for me...

Back in Hollow Point the lights were all dimmed, everyone tucking in for the night and of course Jack gets to choose the house we raid. He chose... Crystals? Oh thank god!

Jack gets out of the jeep and looks at me, a grin spread across my face.

"Why do you look like you just shit yourself?"

"I hate this bitch." I giggle, jumping onto my feet and skipping toward her home.

I turn so that my side is facing her door and lift my leg high, bending it back before kicking the door in with as much force as possible. I was kind of a badass.

I put my hands up to my mouth and giggle,

"Oops was... Was that me?! Oh, yeah, it was."

I continue skipping inside, Jack locked and loaded. He had no clue who's house this was, if she was home. It was nearly four am.

"Oo!" I squeal, picking up a frying pan from her kitchen.

It was nice, stainless steel.

"Could you keep your obnoxious, girly voice down?!" Jack growls quietly.

"Oh shut up, this bitch deserves it." I laugh.

I feel hands wrap around my shoulders and turn around to hit said person with the frying pan.

Cliche as fuck.

"Yes! YES! THIS DAY IS SO GREAT!" I get on my knees and begin cheering for myself, Crystals unconscious body beneath me.

And, plus plus plus, her nose is broken.

Crystal: 0 Riley: 1

"I'm gonna go raid this crab bush's closet. You should maybe grab some food or somethi-"

Jacks hand grips my face again and his smile is wicked.

"I run the show, alright, kitten?"

I smack his hand away.

"Damn! Alright!"

"Now, go get some clothes on and let's hurry the hell up. I don't give a rats ass about your high school drama, grudge holding, rivalry bullshit."

I wish I could hit HIM upside the head with a god damn frying pan. Son of a bitch... He acted like he was so much better than me. Let's see him work a stripping pole!

Actually... I don't think I'd mind it.

I walk up stairs, peeking into a few doors until I found her actual bedroom. I turn on the lights and notice her bed wasn't made. She must've gotten up when she heard me kick in her door.

There was also some spotting of blood on her sheets. Menstrual cycle or nah?

I take off Jacks blazer and my underwear, walking into her master bath and starting the shower.

"Are you fucking serious?!" I hear Jack behind me.

Instinctively I cover my breasts and look at my blood covered body.

"Maybe if your clothes weren't covered in brain guts!" I snap at him.

He did after all cover me with a blood drenched over coat. This was his fault. I wasn't about to walk around with some lonely, strip club regulars bodily fluid on me.