What Even Is A Bad Boy? [Completed]

The End

Heeeyyyy wassup everyone welcome back for another chapter of my awful story!

Last chapter we left off with everyone leaving and it was just Jackson and Layla. And then Jackson got shot outside while he was looking for Layla.

Who shot Jackson? Why? Why do I always put these author notes knowing damn well none of y'all read them? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[WARNING SOME SERIOUS SHIT GOES DOWN IN THIS CHAPTER (SUICIDE) IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE READING THIS SORT OF STUFF SKIP THIS CHAPTER JUST KIDDING DON'T SKIP IT HOLD THROUGH IT MY CHILD]
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Jacksons POV

   "Ah shit thats cold!" I yell as Layla continues to shoot me with a water gun. She was hiding behind the door when I came out. She laughs evilly spraying me even more before dropping the gun and pushing me into the pool. I fall back into the warm water and see Layla smiling triumphantly at me. I float back up to the surface and glare at her playfully.

   "You're so mean to me." I say pouting. She just laughs and jumps in, splashing water into my face.

    Layla starts swimming around, occasionally splashing me with water. She's  wearing a white bikini that contrasted her tan skin. I swim over to her and wrap my arms around her waist. She leans into my hold and sighs.

   "Y'now, I wouldn't have worn that bathing suit. You look too damn good baby." I say turning her around to face me. She wraps her legs around my waist and leans back in the water, moving her arms slightly, creating little waves.

   I trail my hands up and down her body, the slickness of the water making her body shine. She leans back up, and wraps her small arms around my neck. She pecks my lips softly, leaning her forehead against mine. I pull her closer to me and hugging her tightly. We sit like that for a few minutes before getting out of the pool and walking over to the fire pit.

We wrapped ourselves in towels and Layla sat on my lap, her beautiful brown eyes staring into the fire. I hold her to my chest and kiss the top of her head.

"You know what we should do?" Layla says turning her head to me.

"What should we do my love?" I ask looking down into her eyes.

"We should play tag."

"Just the two of us?"

"Yup. Sounds like fun." She finishes, getting up from my lap. She hits the top of my head before running away screaming "TAG YOU'RE IT!" I jump up and run after her. How was she so damn fast? And nimble? She nearly broke my ankles four times.

I finally manage to catch up to her and wrap an arm around her waist causing her to squeal with laughter. Then I hear an actual gunshot and the potted plant next to us exploded. Layla screamed and I turned my back to the direction of the gunshot, shielding Layla with my body. I turn and see... I see Cynthia holding a revolver, pointed at me and Layla.