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07 // Stuck In The Present

I sat on Jake's bed, watching as Jake's dad yelled through the phone.

Long story short, Jake's dad found out we snuck off somewhere, and lied to him about hanging out with the Welsh rappers.

"This is your fault." Franklyn Portman turned his attention to me, once he was done yelling into the phone.

"Dad—" Jake started, before Franklyn cut him off.

"No, Jake. Stay out of this. Jacqueline is a horrible influence. All this lying, and running off, it's not you! You're my son, I know. Jacqueline, you're done. With Jake. I don't want to see you near him."

I raised my eyebrows, "What about right now? Am I supposed to to go live on the streets? With that sheep killer on the loose?"

Franklyn let out a frustrated groan, before he ignored both Jake and I.

"Is that a no?" I whispered to Jake, who smiled and swung his right leg up to kick me right in the face.

I gasped.

He did not.

I tackled him, both of us falling to the bed. We wrestled for a few minutes, before Franklyn tore us apart.

"Go to sleep." He sighed, walking back to his bed.

We stayed silent for a few moments, before Jake hit me in the shoulder.

I threatened to slap him, and he raised his hands up in surrender.

I grinned victoriously.

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"Do I have to go to the beach?" I whined, for the umpteenth time.

Jake and his Dad ignored me.

"I thought I wasn't supposed to be around Jake," I continued complaining, kicking at stones. "Jake is boring."

I searched the premises for something interesting, and my gaze landed on a boy.

"Oh look, it's that sucky rapper," I pointed the boy out to Jake and his Dad. "Can I go hang out with him?"

Franklyn sighed and gave in, while Jake shot me an incredulous look. I stuck my tongue out at him, before bouncing over to Worm.

"Hey," I greeted, sitting down beside him. "I didn't know rappers went to the beach."

Worm shot me a grin and merely shrugged.

"Where's your friend?" I asked.

"Dylan's out with his girlfriend." Came the reply.

I pulled a face, "Oh, so you're the sulky, single best friend."

Worm laughed, "Yeah, I guess."

"You guys actually suck. The rapping, I mean. It's good at some parts, but then it just gets worse." I told Worm bluntly.

He nodded, "I know."

We chatted for a while, before Jake and his Dad dragged me home.

Who knew, the Welsh rapper was actually cool to talk to.