The Bad Boy's Best Friend |✓|

Jared: Bonus Chapter

"Dad please just stop!"

"Jared go to your room"

"Mom he's drunk please don't provoke him, we can fix this just please come upstairs"

"Jared go to your damn room!"

"I should have left you ages back Andy! You promised not to become like this again!"

"And you promised to be loyal Alice!"

"Dad please!"

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I stared, for what felt like over a decade, at her window. The lights were on, she was probably doing that project of hers and failing miserably at it.

A smile crept on my face.

Not because I wanted her to fail, not at all, but because she couldn't draw to save her life. If she tried to draw an dog it would look like an elephant. If she tried to draw a flower it would look like a raccoon. People complain that they don't get the other eye perfect, Liv complained that she couldn't even draw a straight line free-handed.

Goofy would be the perfect word to describe her.

My goofy best friend. That's what she was, My best friend. But it wasn't the same anymore, our friendship was strained, time worked it's magic against us after all. It wasn't even her fault. We drifted apart and with everything that happened, I would rather not get attached to another person who can easily walk away in the blink of an eye. 

I wanted to speak to her. It was the purpose of me standing at two a.m. outside her windowsill like a creep. I needed things to go back to normal. I'm tired of acting this way. I'm tired of being someone I'm not. The past few years have been the worst. I don't know how it got to this, or why.  I'm not this man whore who sleeps around with everyone. I hate violence and I never would have imagined hurting Liv the way i have. I don't wanna be this.I didn't ever want this. But can i really trust her now? Is it worth the risk? If my own mother can abandon me, why wouldn't she?

But somehow every time i have this thought, something makes me want to slap myself and get my damn friend back. 

Maybe I should throw a stone at her window?

Just when I look down and begin to search for a stone that would make the impact of noise but not break the glass of her window, I feel something cold and moist on my body.

Yes. I said it.

Moist.

"Fuck it's raining"

Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

I move backwards and trip over and fall onto a really hard solid object.

Freaking lawnmower left out in the open wow.

"Who's out there!? I've got weapons don't you freaking dare come near my property you jerkwad!" I hear someone say. I look up to see Olivia staring at me with a baseball bat, pretty sure that's my junior league bat that I signed and gave her years ago, and shes glaring at me, probably unaware that its me.

"Yes calling a possible murderer or thief a jerkwad would definitely work in your favor"

"Jared!? What are you doing here at this hour? You're gonna get drenched! Get in you idiot!"

I nod and walk towards the back door where I was greeted with a towel and a very angry looking Liv.

'Why the hell are you here at this time drenched wet!? Stealing the lawnmower!?"

"It's out in the open to steal anyway. Plus I'm here because I wanted to talk to you."

"Well, shoot."

"I wanted to apologize."

"For what?"

"For everything Liv. I keep lashing out on you and you keep tolerating it. I'm sorry."

I stared at her whilst running the towel through my hair and watched her smile widely.

"Its okay. Don't worry. But do me a favor and stop hanging out with a bitch like Kate please."

I could not help but laugh.

"She's kinda coming to my place tomorrow you know, but after that, deal"

"You are just gross geez" Olivia responded and lightly punched my shoulder

How could i not trust this goofball?