The Bad Boy's Best Friend (Old Version)

He Probably Has a Gun

Rewritten is now published! It's better for me as a writer to create something I love then drag on with something I don't.

The Rewritten will
-have similar plot
-same characters
-have smoother transition
-overall better, just saying

It would mean a lot if you would check it out

Love,
Allie

He Probably Has a Gun 

“Hey Jayne,” Jack smiled his dimple smile at me turning the wheel to pull off and drive away from the high school. His clean car smelled like his cologne paired with that smile set me at ease.

“Hey Jack, thanks again for picking me up, Devin was getting on my nerves, I want to just to go home.” I sighed looking out at the window, it was only the third week of September and the leaves were falling. From the corner of my eye I saw Jack quickly glance at me.

“You and Devin? Trouble in paradise?” I heard the smirk in his voice.

“We aren’t even dating Jack, I told you.”

“Well with with the Rebecca incident, I just thought-”

I turned my head to face him, “Jack please, not today, not now.” I was surprised how rough my voice was and cleared my throat.

“I understand,” The traffic light turned a warm yellow and then a deep crimson. Jack turned in his seat to face me. “You sure you want to go home? Knowing your dad, he’ll freak knowing you were home early from school.”

“I don’t give a damn, not everything is about him.”

“I know you are stressed, we can always go to my house, my mom misses you.”

“I can’t, I’m sorry Jack.” I looked at his fallen expression and added, “I’ll visit soon with Rebecca and maybe Devin if he straightens up.”

That seemed to cheer him up, "You can stop by anytime.” The light turned green as we pulled up on the long road that was my street. Squinting my eyes I saw a black SUV in driveway of my brick and cream house. Crap. He’s home early. We grew closer and closer until the car slowed to the stop in front my house. Sighing, I stepped out the car and bid a goodbye to Jack, watching as he drove off.

The only sound in the quiet suburban area were my shoes on the pavement. I opened the front door with my key and I stuck my head in, to test the waters. I heard nothing. I came inside, slowly closing the door behind me. Breathing out air I had held in, I made my way up the stairs to avoid confrontation.

“Jayne. How stupid do you think I am?” The masculine voice came from the bottom of the stairs. “Come down here now!” I obeyed and followed my dad into the den. I didn’t say anything, knowing that he wouldn’t listen. My father looked young for his age of 46, with his neat chocolate hair and bright white smile; he was the epitome of the perfect dad in a perfect family from a catalog picture. You could easily picture him with two perfect little kids and a perfect wife, laughing and smiling at one another in a sunny meadow with a puppy railing behind them. My dad had none of those. He didn’t have two perfect kids. He had one screwed up teenage daughter who managed to screw up basically everything in life. He didn’t even have the perfect wife, my mother, who knows where she was, probably with her not so secret lover. My dad knew, but thought a divorce and cheating scandal would ruin his reputation as he was running for town mayor.

"How could you do this to us?! You have ruined our family!"

"It's not my fault! You are always at work; I have needs!"