Wyatt moved in about a week ago and the guys are getting used to him which is great.
"Okay, family meeting," Jax screams. Oh great. What did I do this time?
I sigh and go downstairs where everyone is waiting.
"Okay, we called this meeting to discuss rules," Jake said and I groan loudly. They all glare at me, even Wyatt. Hold up bitch, you were my side first. Fucking bi-polar boys.
"Number one," John starts, "Respect. Respect us, yourself, others. Everyone. If someone is being disrespectful to you tell one of us, respectfully, and we will take care of it. Don't take it into your own hands. If you need to walk away, go ahead, we will never get mad at you. Cursing we are pretty okay with, just don't take it to the max. Why was everyone looking directly at me?
Wyatt nods and I pout earning a glare from Jax.
"Number Two," Jack starts, " No. Sneaking. Out. Ask permission. We we're teens at one point. If you show us you can be trustworthy; we can extend your curfew. Also don't do street fighting, racing, dancing, or whatever. And I suggest you leave your gang to someone else before it gets complicated." That one was directed at Wyatt.
"You're probably right," Wyatt sighs. He was expecting it, but I can tell he's still disappointed.
"Three," Justin speaks up, "Be honest. We are going to trust you. Don't break it. You lose our trust, you don't go anywhere without us. I don't care how embarrassing it is for. I will even make you hold my hand while crossing the street."
"Four," Josh begins,"No. Drinking. We need to be able to trust you to be sober. All these rules go back to trust. If you are feeling stressed, talk to us."
"That won't be a problem," the boys all look confused, "I don't drink. My father was an alcoholic. I don't touch that shit. Sorry stuff," Wyatt corrects himself.
"Okay," James says nodding and looking at me too.
"No smoking. Again same thing as drinking. I've seen you smoking before, so we will help you quit. We will be lenient at first. Please try though. No other illegal substances. We are not dumb. No weed, heroin, cocaine, etc. We need to be able to trust you. And a tip to you, it's easier to incriminate a drugged suspect," Josh finishes looking at Wyatt.
"Thanks, I appreciate it," Wyatt says sincerely.
"Come on your making me look bad," I complained.
"Sorry, baby girl," he says kissing my head. Wyatt is amazing. He's already fitting in here so well. I'm really surprised. He's already an overprotective, but slightly less overbearing sibling.
"Five," Jason breathes, "Keep your grades up. You have a bloody teacher in this household. Come ask us for help. If you want someone to study with; let us know. Then you can invite others over."
"Six," Jim starts, "Listen to us the first time. If we ask you to do something, do it or at least tell us why you can't. We make mistakes, but will try to listen to you. Your not our suspect, and we need you to remember that."
We both nod, me still slightly scowling. Wyatt pinches my thigh.
"Wipe that look off your face," he growls. I swear; I have eleven dads now.
"Seven," Jay begins, "Phones, you are both going to get a new phone of your choice on our plan. A phone is a privilege. We will be checking it randomly. Don't prank call, cyber bully, sext, ect. They can be taken away. Laptops too, you will each be getting a new laptop. We will be monitoring it. It is not because we don't trust you or think you're a bad kid. It should be used primarily for school work. If you lose the privilege of your laptop, you will use the family desktop in the study which definitely for school work only. "
"Eight," Jake starts," Communication, talk to us and talk to each other. If something is going on, we would rather hear it from you and not someone else. You got it? If you're depressed talk to us, don't lash out and do something you'll regret."
That was a fucking personal jab at me! I get up and jump at him. I tackle him down before I feel myself being lifted up. I squirm and try to escape to make Jake pay. He just fucking outed me in front of everyone. It's my shit; let me deal with it.
"Stop it now," Wyatt barks.
"Or what?" I counter.
"Don't make me sit on you," he threatens trying to lighten the mood, but I am livid. He sighs setting me on the ground. Then, he just sits on me. Why are guys so fat?
"Nine," James states calmly," Health in general. Tell us if something is up even if it's awkward. Don't get piercings, tattoos, have sex, etc. Keep your body in good health. We will be going to the doctor later today to check on anything. Do you want to tell us anything?"
"I have two tattoos," Wyatt mentions," And I'm a virgin." Wait, didn't he have sex with that one girl at that party.
"Bullshit," I laugh.
"Explain," Jax plainly states.
"It's kinda like the alcohol thing," Wyatt explains, " my dad always had prostitutes around for himself and was also a sex trafficker. Being exposed to that, I've never wanted to use a woman like that. I can't say I'm completely innocent to all things sexually. But, I have never actually had sex before."
"Okay but either way, we are going to have a doctor check that area."
"That's fine." Wyatt says, but I see him slightly shudder.
"Ten," Jax booms, "Use common sense. You're not sure ask. But, if you know we won't approve, don't do it. Plain and Simple."
"Meeting over. You two, we are leaving in two hours for the court house and doctor. I think you guys need to talk about somethings," Jake says.
"My room," Wyatt says.
We head in and I look around. It looks like a bachelor pad. I roll my eyes, typical.
"What was that down there?"
"What do you mean?"
"You were a complete and utter brat. They're rules. I'm just glad I now have people who care enough to enforce them and that want me to get somewhere in life."
Okay, well that stung.
"And you attacking Jake."
"He was targeting me. Tell me. Are you depressed? Do you cut?"
"What? You cut! Let me see," he orders.
Shit.
"No. Please. Don't make me," I beg.
"Please," he asks softly.
I pull up my shirt revealing the cuts on my stomach. I pull up my jacket sleeve next. Before I pull up the next sleeve, he pulls me into a tight hug.
"Never do that again," he says sternly, "I'll kick your ass."
"I'll kick yours if you curse again," I joke.
"Speaking of cursing," he starts.
"I'm sorry. I just couldn't believe your a virgin," I state.
"It's okay. I can give off that vibe sometimes. I guess we're just two virgins having am awkward conversation."
I look up guilty.
"Wait, are you not a virgin?"
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Abort. Abort.
I sprint out the room with Wyatt hot on my tail.
Dear God,
Please grant me super speed and the power to erase someone's mind. Thank you.
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