First day... I wake up remembering past events. So much has happened. I wake up. I go try to see Jake but he's still asleep. I roll my eyes. I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I'm still in my pajamas but I don't give a damn. It's Saturday. I have no idea what to do. I can't even step out of the safehouse because of all of the security cameras. Yeah yeah I know it's for my safety. Honestly though, don't you think that being 17 you wanna leave and go out? Ever think of that? Of course not. So I just sit on the couch humming to songs on my ipod. When finally Jack wakes up. Man can the boy sleep. He has his pajama pants and a black t-shirt. His hair is a mess. "G'morning." What's so good about this morning? Yeah most people can call me negative but I don't care. I don't answer. "Scarlette, we're gonna be living together for a while so you might as well talk." I frown and turn away. "Whatever." He looks pissed. He grabs a glass of milk and sits next to me on the couch. "I'm bored out of my mind." He looks up. "Yeah, I know. But I can't let you out by yourself." I frown. "Then go with me outside idiot. I'm not gonna stay in here all day." He rolls his eyes. "Okay fine." He's mad but goes to change anyways. I do the same. Around 5 minutes later we leave to go to a music store. "Why are we here?" What an idiot. "Stop whining. I wanna look for a guitar pick. I left mines at the school." He sighs. What a baby. I go around looking for the picks but can't find them anywhere. Jack comes up. "Found them." Wow that was fast. I realize how weird he looks. He has a leather jacket on and sunglasses even though we're inside. He looks like a body guard. I know, he is one. But still, does he have to be so obvious? I'm wearing ripped black jeans and a red tank top with hightop red converse. My hair is in a braid to the side with my bangs on that side. I rummage through the picks. I find none that interest me. "What about this one?" Jack pulls up one that's black and has chains printed on it. Hey, don't judge. I'm a rocker. I like it. "Yeah, I like it." Jack goes to the cashier and buys it. He brings back the pick. "I had my own money." He frowns. "Would it kill you to say thanks?" I sigh. "Fine, thanks." He crosses his arms. We go to a diner and get food. I was starving. We both get burgers and fries. We're quiet until Mr. Know-it-all starts talking. "Since we don't know anything about each other..." I stop him right there by groaning. UGH! We have to talk about our feelings? We just met. "As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted. Let's try to get to know each other." I wave my hand. "Listen Jake, I don't like friends and I don't want or need them." He sighs and we walk back to the safehouse he crosses his arms and mumbles something that I can hear. "It's Jack not Jake." Haha win! "Scarlette, just try to be nice, I actually feel bad for you and I'm trying to help. That's my job." Maybe he's right. "Alright, if it means so much to you, I'll try to be nice." He smiles. After going out for only about 5 minutes since we can't be outside the house for too long we go back. "How did you end up with this gig?" He raises a brow. "What do ya mean?" Seriously? "Dude, you're like what 19? And here you are protecting a girl with a gift she never even knew about and not in college with friends, gaming or doing stuff guys like to do? Like, I don't understand." He looks down then back at the road. "I don't have any friends either Scarlette, I wanted to do something that would make me happy. Fighting and protecting makes me happy with my life. And besides, my gift also gives me a spot in this. So don't complain about having no friends. I don't have them either." He says sternly. Now I feel bad. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so mean." He shrugs. "It's fine." I put a hand on his shoulder. "You and I both know that's not true." He turns his head. Maybe I should try to learn when to keep my big mouth shut.
