Jacks POV
I turn the volume up on my phone so I can hear the music better. I took a shower and the words on my arm washed off, leaving my arms and wrists bare. I can't look at my bare arms, I just can't. It makes me wonder what else could be put there, then the wonders would turn into actions, and I can't have that. I don't want a repeat of my childhood, I won't let that happen so soon. Not yet.
Don't let the world bring you down
There's always hope for the willing
The lyrics catch my ears, and I write them on my left arm before I forget them. On my right arm I wrote:
Scream, shout, let it out
It's hard to make a sound
when we've both fallen asleep
caught in a dream, far from reality
It's a lot more messy than my left arm, but I can read it and that's all that matters. It's not like I would show this to anyone. Only my mom and Gilinsky know about it. Not even my damn step dad.
My phone rings and I quickly pull my black jacket sleeves down, as if anyone would see my arms. I pick up my phone, and see Gilinsky's name pop up.
"Aye what up?" I ask and lay down on my bed.
"Your front door is locked. Open it," he says blankly. I don't remember inviting him over, but I don't care. I tell him to give me a minute, and go down to the front door where Gilinsky's waiting to be let in.
I open the door and give him a quick, "Hey" before going to my room, him following.
"Dude it smells like sharpie in here," Gilinsky says as he waves his hand in front of his face.
"Sorry," I said. "I was just using it."
"It's fine," he says. He reaches into his back pocket and takes out a red and white pack of cigarettes. I don't smoke or anything bad for that matter, but I always let Gilinsky do it because I know he has it rough at home, with his parents always fighting and getting drunk. It relieves his stress.
"So I think Riley's going the party this weekend," he say as he puffs a smoke cloud into the air. Her name perks me up a little, but the stench of smoke brings me down.
"Could you at least open a window?" I ask. He obeys and let's the cold air enter. "And I really don't think she is."
"Well, that's not what she told me," he says with a develish look in his eyes.
I furrow my eye brows. "And what exactly did she say?"
"She said she'll go."
"No, I said exactly."
He sighs. "Jeez, do you not trust me or somethin'? I said she's going!" Another puff of smoke. "So now you're goin'." A mischievous smirk is plastered on his face.
I roll my eyes. "Really?"
"Mhm," he hums. "And don't worry, I'll find ya somethin' pretty to wear."
I huff out a laugh. "Asshole."
He wickedly grins and throws the cigarette out the window. I swear, if Riley doesn't show up, and he's just bull shitting me, I will kill him like Bloody face in season two of American Horror Story. Well, more or less of mentally murder him, but I think the point is made.
Riley better be there.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!! WHOO I WILL ACCOMPLISH NOTHING IN 2015! YAA GO ME!!
(Songs are You're not alone by Of Mice & Men and Council of the Dead by Famous Last Words. Omam one up top)
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Tough Guy Dies (bad boy Jack Johnson fanfic)
FanfictionJack Johnson is known as the "bad boy." Rumors swirl about him every where he goes, but are they true? Riley Hopkins thinks they are, but what happens when she meets Jack? What will Jack do?
