They say that time
Heals everything
But they don't know you
And the scars you bring

Lose My Mind-The Wanted


"Yo, Jack,"

Jackson Brewer, coolest guy in school, turned at his best friends nudging. The resident badass at Seaford prep, a look from him sent most girls into a flurry of giggles, a wink guaranteed to melt, and a single touch from his frequently naughty hands lingered in the girls memory much longer than his. Skilled in all types of physical combat from years of street fights, you didn't mess with him. His dark, coffee deep eyes hid years of neglect from his normally alcoholic father and years of caring for his ten year old younger brother, Carter. He lived on the good side of town despite it all, the child of a one night stand between a high end business woman and the lowest cad. Despite living in relative luxury, the eighteen year old knew nothing but pain and abuse since his early years, only finding joy in hanging out with Jerry Martinez and Milton Krupnick, his best friends since childhood.

Called 'Jack' by those close to him, the brunette typically dressed in dark clothes. Now, for instance, he was clad in a skin clinging black shirt with sleeves pushed up to his elbows, the three buttons at the top undone. Black jeans hung barely low enough to hint at his blue plaid boxers, feet shod in black Vans. His ever constant black leather jacket hung on the back of chair, wrist bands on each arm, a silver shark tooth hanging from a worn leather cord on his neck. His thick, aged-wood hued hair hung to his shoulders, the edges curling, framing his face with a couple strands lightly drawing against his cheek in a mockery of bangs. The laugh lines around his eyes were hidden as he never truly laughed, just chuckled or smirked. Rumors circulated about the school that the last time he truly smiled was in his freshman year-not that they'd seen it happen.

Despite his badass personality, reputation, and appearance, he was said to have a perfect 4.0 average and treated almost every girl he knew like a lady.

His best friends were vastly different than Jack, but nonetheless they were as thick as thieves.

Jeremy Martinez was the youngest of six kids, adored by practically everyone in his family. He was the kind of player that always made you think of the good times and never the bad, whirling from girl to girl like a chef tasted platters. There was a running bet with the jocks about how many times he could score each semester, and he'd had a winning streak since sophomore year. His dark , curly hair was always perfectly styled upright atop his head and his attire always made all of his 'victims' think of the one and only JB. True to his nature, Jerry was a notorious dancer and deejay, typically shod in bright vibrant colors and an ever present pair of personalized black Beats.

Today was one of his more subtle days. His top half wore a bright red shirt and black vest with random patterns on it, paired with semi-skinny jeans and white high tops. A grey fedora was perched on his head and the beats blasted the Mowgli's San Francisco, one of his signature tunes.

Milton Krupnick was so far out of the cool group that it was astonishing that he was allowed to hand with them at all. He always had on a neat button down shirt, dress jeans, and loafers, but something about the spindly ginger typically tied it all together. His reddish hair was always spiked straight up on his head, and was as stiff as his academic protocol. A good seventy five percent of Seaford Prep was convinced that the Miltoner was the only reason Jack had only been in juvie three times since turning fourteen, and his IQ was legendary among geeks for miles around. The ten percent of girls that hadn't done the deed with Jerry or had the pleasure of being pleasured by Jack had massive crushes on him.

It was the first day of the second semester and the trio was already settled in, Jack discussing the merits of off season snowboarding with a jock, Jerry using his iPad to mix some tunes for the head cheerleaders upcoming birthday party, and Milton across the room using his mashed potatoes to show a group of attentive, adoring nerds why cooking was merely advanced, AP college level chemistry.

Jerry's eyes had been roving the lunch room whilst gauging the levels of his newest mix when they'r lit upon the new girl, looking for a seat while precariously balancing a tray of unappetizing lunch food and a closed Macbook akin to Jack's own.

"Jack, you gotta check out the new girl," Jerry muttered to his friend, watching the girl as Jack turned around to look in the same direction. "She's smoking hot and just your type."

"What happened to Mika and Grace?" his friend husked amusedly and Jerry huffed, adjusting his hold on the sleek black Apple product.

"They're gonna have a catfight later today I can tell. No telling which one I'm reportedly 'dating; this week, but man, enough about my chicks! Look at that chick!" Jack didn't quite know why Jer was going on and on about the new girl until he caught sight of her, letting out a low whistle when he finally saw the object of Jerry's compliments.

Damn.

She was gorgeous.

She looked to be about five one, a good seven inches shorter than Jack himself, with mile long legs and creamy, peachy toned skin. Tan for someone who presumably just moved to Cali, she was wearing a pair of overall- dark colored denim shorts and straps over a blousy, open front white shirt. An indigo crop top peeked out the front of her shirt and her bonde hair was french braided into curly ponytail on her left side, ice tea eyes focused on finding a place to sit, pink converses slapping the floor determinedly.

She looked like someone that didn't take any bullcrap, but something about the way her eyes flickered from table to table and her hands anxiously gripped the laptop and red tray told Jack that she wasn't as self confident as she looked.

Seaford Prep had a tradition.

When you were the 'new kid', i.e. you're not a freshman, you come in from out of town, or you just suddenly stop being homeschooled, a table has to decide to take you. You would then sit there until graduation and the cycle would start all over again.

It wasn't like there was a shortage of tables-there were the stoners, the preppies, the cheerleaders, the jocks, the table where the cool kids mingled (where Jack and Jerry always sat), the loners, the PDA'ers (they changed once a month), the nerds (Milton's semi-usual table), and the drama geeks.

The problem was that no one was motioning her other.

Seaford Prep wasn't stupid. They had seen her catch Jerry and Jack's eye, and to motion her over to their table would be social suicide. They'd be ruined for life if they got in the way of a J & J recruit, so all they did was watch her and talk quietly amongst themselves; if the newbie knew what was good for her, she'd respect the call.

"Okay, dude, I'm calling her over," Jerry murmured to Jack, but before he could the brunette laid a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"I got this one," Jack affirmed, and pushed off Jer's shoulder, heading for the new girl with cat like grace and a self assured smirk.

"Hey, I'm Jack," he introduced himself as the girl's brown eyes widened and became akin to a deer caught in headlights, mouth moving like a fishes, up and down with no sound. "Whats your name?" he husked gently, using the his forefinger to tenderly shut the glossed pink lips, and the girls sighed with longing as the newbie finally found her voice.

"Kim." She stuttered, eyes never leaving Jack's. "Kim Crawford."

"Well then, Kim," Jack grinned mischievously at her. "Welcome to Seaford Prepatory High."


Hope you guys liked it!

Chapter one and Jack's already sexy ;)

Lil