Tough Guy Dies (bad boy Jack Johnson fanfic)

Chapter Six

I stalk the red, ticking hand of the clock, waiting for this dreadful school day to be over. The clock mocks me as I count down the last minutes of the day, as if it was summer vacation in High School Musical 2.

One minute...

Fourty seconds

Five...

Four...

The all too mighty beep sounds, and everyone scampers out into the hall and goes to their lockers. I go to my blue locker, prying it open and filling my backpack with books.

Students file out into the parking lot, desperate to leave this hellish place called school. I spot my silver car and speed my pace up, until someone calls my name. I whip around and see Lilly waving her hand and shouting my name, causing a scene like normal. I internnally shake my head at her, but physically smile in her direction.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask when she reaches me. Her hair is a mess, so I fix it for her.

"Thanks," she flashes her perfectly white teeth. "Can you give me a ride home? I don't mind going to the hospital first," she tells me.

"Uh, yeah, sure," I say. I had plans to go to Jack's today, but I can't say no to Lilly. Especially if my exscuse is going to Jack Johnson's house, if I said no.

She goes around to the passenger side, and I hop in the driver's seat. I wait for the lot to clear before I back out of my parking space. I don't think 'hitting a freshman with my car' will look good on my resimay.

Jack's POV (whooooa)

I look at her last text. "I'm sorry if I did anything wrong." 

I feel numb, like ice has layered my skin in a membrane of nothing-ness. I scroll through her other texts, all which I neglected to answer.

Your silence is deafening

Hey

Did I do something???

I sigh. The last one was from 8:13pm last night, which I never replied to. She thinks she did something wrong, when she never did. But that's the problem: she never did anything. I'm to prone to hurting people I love, just look at my dad, for example. He left me and mom when I was young. Did I disappoint him? Probably.

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. I look down at my hand, and written on my arm is: I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.

I pull my sweatshirt down, and grab the basketball that started it all. It's funny, I don't even play basketball, but here I am with an autographed ball that people would die for.

I can still see her standing here with that smirk on her face, in that flannel around her waist. I smile at the memory, when the door slightly opens. I turn around and widen my eyes. In a Memphis May Fire tee, stands the one corrupting my thoughts.

"Riley?"

She bites her lip. "Hey, Jack."

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You guuuuys I was listening to MNSTR from crown the empire, then Monster from Ghost Town started playing.

SOS BYE IM LEAVING

(That thing written on his arm is Can You Feel My Heart from Bring Me The Horizon)