Jack Maynard dirty Imagine

Good Boy, Bad Roots; Part 1

I was sitting in Math class in the back with my boyfriend. We were in a circle and we were all laughing. He's hot. His name is Brandon and He's the school bad boy. We have been together for about 2 years. He has cheated multiple times. He doesn't know that I know. He is super popular, so I guess I am now too. I try to be kind to everyone, but Brandon is so over protective. He can lose his temper sometimes. He can be rude sometimes. We have known each other since we were little. Our parents went to high school together. We live pretty close. He can get on my nerves sometimes. He has been hard on the new kid.

The bell rang and class started. Brandon got up and went to his seat. I reached over and pulled the gum off of the seat he left for the new kid, Jack. Yeah I sit by him. We are working on a project and the teacher is telling us about it. Then Jack walks in. She stops the directions and looks at him. He is soaked from head to toe. I guess he walked.

"Y/N" The teacher said to me

"Yes?" I asked

"Can you take Mr. Maynard to the teacher bathroom and help him clean up?" She asks. Jack looks down.

"It's fine" Jack says to the teacher. "I don't need help."

"Well i'm not letting you go alone. Now go" She said pointing to us then the door.

We walked out then I noticed he was bleeding.

"Jack..." I said to him trying to get a better look at him.
He looks the other way.

We reach the bathroom and I go in pulling him in with me,

I stand there and look at him. He wont show me his face. I then notice his hands have blood on them. I reach over and try to pull up his sleeve, but he pulls his hand away. Making a fist.

"Jack let me see" I said and he let his hand fall back into a more rested look.

"I don't want you here." He said in a voice that made me want to cry. It was the sound that could break any heart. It sounded of the moment a voice cracks because it can't hold back the tears anymore.

I walk closer to Jack. Our bodies inches away from the other. I grab the bottom of his wet shirt and start pulling it up. I start seeing bruises. I pull it up and off of him. I grab his wrist and turn it over to reveal a clean arm. I looked at him.

"Your boyfriend isn't the teller of all truth, shocker" Jack says to me. I look back at his arm. I turn his arm over and look at his hand. Broken glass shards. I pull him towards the sink. I reach in my bag pulling out my tweezers. I turn the water on and pull a couple out. His face was full of pain.

"What happened" I said looking at him.

"I walked" He said looking at his shirt

"I know that. What happened?" I asked again pulling his chin to make him face me.

"My Mom..." He said. I cut him off.

"Are you in a safe situation? Is she hurting you?? Does she do this often" He pulled his head towards mine trying to tell me to 'shut up'

"it's not like that" He said.

"Then what is it like?" I ask.

"My step dad was trying to hurt her, so I had a fight with him. He kicked me out and he still has my mom. I've been trying to get her out of his grasp for a couple weeks. Today I was on my way to school and he pulled me into an alley. when-" He looked embarrassed

"When he was... beating me... he kept telling me that I would never see my mom again and that he will do worse to her" He looked down.

"He smashed a bottle and tried stabbing me." I looked at him