Second Chances

Chapter 4

*JENNA'S P.O.V*

I was sitting in my regular place for lunch, the bench under the blossom tree, with Megan.

"Yeah but Harry has the best hair!" She whined, trying to win the argument of who in One Direction was the best.

"Maybe, but Niall has blue eyes, blonde hair, and is Irish so I think I win." I pulled out my tongue to hair and she laughed, sticking up 2 fingers at me.

"Whatever. They're all perfect." She mumbled, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"I agree with you there!" I laughed, taking another mouthful of my apple off the core.

It was strangely quiet as Megan looked over my shoulder, open mouthed.

"What?" I laughed, turning to look over my shoulder. My mouth copied Megan's and dropped.

George was walking over to me. Alone.

"Hey.." I got out, looking up to him as he reached the bench.

He gave me a small smile, looking at me, to Megan, then back to me. "Hey, Jenna. Just bringing your book back"

"I'll just go and put this in the bin" Megan smiled, winking at me before dashing off to the bin with her leftovers before I could object.

"Uh-Thanks.." I smiled, taking the book back out my hands. I now expected him to walk away, but he didn't, he sat down next to me..

"So.. I copied that up.. When are we finishing it?" He asked, looking to the book then up to me.

I just stared at him. His big brown eyes looked softer than at first glance, his skin was perfectly flawless and don't even get me started on his hair.

"Jenna?"

"Oh-I.. What?" I stuttered, feeling myself burn red.

He laughed at me, "When are we gonna finish the homework?"

"Oh, um.. Whenever you're free!" I said, a little too quickly.

He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair, thinking.. "Tonight?"

Does this mean he actually wants to see me now? I mean.. It must do, right? He wouldn't be asking if he didn't..

"Sure! My place or yours?" I smiled, trying to act as casual as possible.

"Um.. Since we went to yours last night, it's only fair if it's mine tonight!" He smiled, dimples making an appearance. With a face like his, you wouldn't have thought he'd have a reputation as bad as he did..

"Sounds good!" I beamed, rolling up my tinfoil.

"I'll meet you by the gates after school.." He said, and with that he was up and gone.

- At George's house -

We were upstairs in George's room, just finished the last part of the assignment. This time, he actually managed to keep up!

"Done.." He sighed, throwing down the pen and sighing, falling back onto the bed next to were I was sitting.

"That has tired you out?" I laughed, picking up his paper.

He nodded up at me, smiling slightly, "Yeah.. I don't do homework a lot.."

"Would never of guessed.." I mumbled, rolling my eyes and closing both of my books, putting them into my bag and standing up.

"Hey, hey.. Where you going?!" George asked, sitting up quickly.

I shot a confused glance to him, "Home.."

"Why?"

"So I can leave you in peace.." I signed, walking to the door. I reached for the handle but a larger hand beat me to it.

"I was thinking.. You could stay over for a bit? You know.. Get to know each other more.." He asked, smiling at me.

I suddenly became aware of my surroundings. George. George's room. George's bed...

Apparently, he's had sex with over 20 girls.. That's more than his age.

Is he not letting me go, because he wants.. Sex with me??

"N-no.. I really need to go." I flustered, trying to move away his hand.

"Alright.." He sighed, finally moving away. "At least let me walk you back.."

I smiled, "Sure.."

What? He couldn't do anything in public?

As we were walking back, we got to know each other a little more. I learned that George had a little sister called Harriet and a few little step siblings along with Will, his older brother who was away with the Marines. He'd been kicked out of 3 schools for attitude and violence..

Normally, if I heard that a week ago, I wouldn't be surprised. But now, I mean, he's so nice. His image is just something he has to live up to..

"SHELLEY!"

I stopped at the same time George did and turned around, 2 boys were walking over to us.

George stepped in front of me quickly, as if to hide me.. I can't say I'm surprised.

"Ben, who's this?" George asked, I peered out behind his shoulder to see a smaller boy with short blondish hair and a much more muscular man, early 20's I'd say.. With a face that could kill.

"This.. Is Matt," Ben replied, looking proudly to Matt then to George, "He's the one that ones the crack."

What?!

"What, so you're like the little messenger boy?" George teased, completely unfazed by the mammoth of a man staring down at him.

Ben went for George, I yelped but George caught his first before it collided with his jaw. "Now, now.. That's not nice." George hissed, twisting Ben's wrist slightly.

George threw back Ben's wrist before looking at Matt. "I'll get you your stuff, once you pay the full price."

Ben looked over George's shoulder to me as he was talking, smirking slightly and batting Matt on the shoulder, whispering something.

I felt myself going smaller and smaller, further and further into George's back.

"No can do bro.." Ben stated, moving to the right. George did the same, keeping me behind him.

I felt to strong arms grab my waist, hauling me backwards.

"GEOR-" Was all I managed to scream as a colossal hand fell over my mouth.

George turned around, his hair blowing as his eyes widened, turning back to Ben.

"She has NOTHING to do with this!" He yelled, pointing to me, "LET HER GO!"

"I will.. Once you give me what I asked for." Matt spoke for the first time, his voice dark and raspy.

I could feel his grip getting tighter around my waist, making it hard for me to breathe. I could see George struggling to make up a decision, and I accidentally let out a painful moan as Matt's muscles dug into my shoulder.

"Fine, Fine! Go to the warehouse and Josh will give it to you! Just let her go." George fumbled, the minute the moan left my mouth.

Matt and Ben laughed as I was pushed forward, George caught me and began to walk away with be instantly.

What the hell just happened?!