Band Imagines

I'll Misbehave If It Turns You On Pt 2 //// Jack Barakat

%• Basically how you bitches met •%

July 10, 2017
Chicago, Illinois
Jack

"Jesus fucking Christ, Jack! Why the hell did you do that?!" Alex screamed, gagging along with Rian and Zack. We were in the dressing room the day before one of our shows and I decided to fart and stink up the place. What? I was fucking bored!

Long story short, they kicked me out as a punishment so I could "think about what I did". Fucking dicks. So now here I was, wandering around behind the venue, once again bored out of my mind. This time, though, farting couldn't get me out of this one. Fuck I needed to masturbate. Or maybe even find someone to fuck.

And fuck I shall. A couple yards in front of me, a short skinny girl with huge boobs (I predicted about a C-cup) was leaned against a wall. Her short, pastel purple hair was covered by a backwards, black snap back and her black muscle top with the too big sleeve holes exposed her bright red lacy bra. Smoke came out in wisps from the girls face, so I make the educated guess that she was smoking a cigarette. The smoke was too thin to be that of a vape pen.

Found my pick up line.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that smoking causes lung cancer, sexy?" Bam. Smooth, Jack. The girl jumped slightly at my voice before glancing over at me. The girl froze in what I assumed was shock with her eyes locked on mine, cigarette hanging off of her thin lips. Shit, I really didn't think this one through. What if she was some crazy fucking fan? Shit. At least my kidnapper would be sexy.

After staring at me for a while, the girl shook her head and took a long drag of her cigarette before pulling it away and flicking the ash off. "Jack Barakat. You're lucky I'm not on my adderall today or you would have a stuttering mess on your hands." She took another drag of her cigarette before dropping it on the ground and crushing it beneath her heel. It was then that I noticed her muscle top said "The kids in the dark" with our Future Hearts logo on it.

I smirked and leaned against the wall beside her. "You do know that the concert is tomorrow, right-"

"Spencer. And you do know that it's rude to trigger memories of someone's grandmother's lung cancer, right?" I immediately felt guilty and I started to shrink away before Spencer suddenly snorted. "I'm just messing with you. She's kind of a bitch, anyway." She turned toward me and leaned against the wall like I was. "And yes, I am aware that the concert is tomorrow. My friend dragged me here to try and get meet and greet tickets." My smirk grew. Perfect.

"Maybe I could hook you up, Spencer....if you want to do me a favor, too?" Spencer stared at me for a little while before throwing her head back in laughter, making my grin falter. She recovered before reaching up and ruffling my hair. "You're cute....and I'm 16." With that she turned around and began stalking away. Her hips swinging back and forth.

Well shit. Wait. Maybe her friend is hot? And older? I grabbed Spencer's wrist and pulled her back. "Wait, Spencer. I can still give you the meet and greet tickets, no strings attached. Actually, backstage passes. If...you want?"

The purple haired girl thought for a moment before shrugging. "Sure, why not? Plus, my best friend is like, in love with you and that'll be one less birthday present to get her." My smile grew once again. I reached my hand out towards her and wiggled my fingers. "Give me your phone." She rolled her eyes and smirked before reaching into her back pocket and producing an iPhone 6 with what I recognized was a Supernatural phone case. "Text me," I said, typing in my number under the name "Sexy Boner🍆". "Before the the show tomorrow, just go to the back stage gate and tell Stuart, the guard, that you're Jack's booty-call."

Spencer snatched her phone of of my hands and cocked her hip. "I am not saying that, Jack." I shrugged dramatically, biting back a laugh. "Then I guess you don't get to meet us."

Spencer glared at me for a moment with her hands on her hips before groaning and rolling her eyes. "Fine! Fine. I'll fucking say it." She pointed her finger at me. "There better be fucking food, mister." With that, she swiveled around and walked back to the front of the venue. I laughed and watched her ass swing.

Hmm. Maybe I can get a threesome if I'm lucky?

••••••••••••••••Time Skip•••••••••••••••

July 11, 2017
Chicago, Illinois
Jack

"So, Jack. Where's that hot chick and her 'possibly hot friend' at?" Zack questioned, munching on a PB&J (A/N: idk he seems like a PB&J type). I tapped my foot anxiously and rubbed my face. I should probably be practicing. I mean, we had Kicking and Screaming on our set list tonight. Alex was practicing his vocals and even Rian was practicing on a drum pad. The only one being the (Brent Wilson) unhelpful member was me. But I was too nervous to change that.

I just ignored Zack and checked the time on my phone. 6:00. An hour and a half until show time and they still aren't here. She hasn't texted me, so I didn't have her number to see where she was at. Maybe she stood me up? Wait.

Why the fuck do I care? She's just some chick (with a really nice ass) who I want to bang because I was bored. There are more than a thousand girls in the stadium who who gladly jump into bed with me if given the chance. I could always text Abigail if I was desperate enough. Plus, this girl was pure jail bait. Was it even worth it?

"Jack, you're a fucking jerk! Making the damn security guard laugh at me, you fuck." Alex stopped singing, Rian stopped tapping, Zack stopped chewing, and my head snapped up. Standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips and a red face was Spencer. I shot up off the couch and ran over to hug her, her quickly shoving me off. "Eww gross." Suddenly, I was shoved out of the way and looked back to see Alex standing in front of Spencer with a pail face and his hand stuck out.

"Hi. You must be S-Spencer?" He squeaked out in the form of a question. What the hell is going on? Spencer's face flushed even more as her hand cautiously went out to grasp Alex's. "Y-yes. Spencer is m-me. I mean I'm S-Spencer! I'm sorry, I'm r-really shy." Bullshit. She seemed really comfortable with me yes-

Ooooohhhhhhhhh.

Alex finally let go of Spencer's hand and ran his fingers through his hair, chuckling nervously. "H-heh. I'm, uh, Alexander. I mean Alex! I'm sorry! Of course you knew that." The last sentence had a hint of British accent. Holy shit. Alex had it bad. And he was having a huge problem flirting.

I smirked and draped my arm over Alex's shoulder. "So, Spence. Where's your friend at? You know, the one that's 'in love with me'. " I smirked as Spencer and Alex scowled at me for cockblocking them.

"Dammit, Sniffer, I told you not to tell anyone that, you emo piece of shit!" Came a voice from the door. I looked for the source and I swear to god I came right then and there.

Standing in the doorway with a flustered look on her face was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Cliché, I know. The girl was taller than Spencer, maybe 5'4" or 5'5". She had rib length blond hair with bangs straight across her forehead. She didn't have the biggest boobs or butt like her friend, but I didn't care about that (surprisingly). It was her face that captivated me. It was plain, not too much makeup. Just what girls would consider "the bare necessities". But the plainess was what made her beautiful. I couldn't help but stare and jizz some more.

The girl took her glare off Spencer and flickered her gaze over to me. Shit! She caught me staring. I blushed crimson and rubbed the back of my neck, averting my eyes. "H-Hi" I stuttered and stuck my hand out. Jesus, I sounded like Alex. Get it together!

I finally looked up to lock eyes with the girl and saw that she was as red as I was. She grabbed my hand and gingerly shook it. "A-Anna. Anna Mohr." Jesus! Why are my hands so damn sweaty? "You're beautiful. I mean-" I mentally face palmed. Jack, you fucking idiot!

I felt a small hand on my bicep and look up to meet Anna's sympathetic gaze. "It's okay, J-Jack. I thought it was sweet. T-thank you. No one ever says that about me." My eyes widened. "But how! You're gorgeous!" Anna's face turned redder and she looked down at her feet, her hair creating a curtain around her small, round face.

For my next move, I would like to thank my fucking impulsivity. I gingerly placed my index finger under her chin and tilted it up. "Hey, why are you embarrassed?" Jesus, why do I care so much for this girl? What happened to pumping and dumping, Jack?

I didn't know it at the time, but it was a new era for Jack Bassaum Barakat.