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I don't own anything.
JPOV
"You have to Jasper! Stop arguing about it!" he yells at me furiously.
"Why do I have to? It's not like it'd benefit me!" I yell back, flipping my hair out of my face.
"It will benefit you! You have two options Jasper: Find your own job or work under me. Either way, I want your lazy ass out doing something remotely productive when you're not at school. And no, that doesn't include eating, sleeping or playing video games." My stepfather tells me firmly, slowly pulling his temper back in check.
"And if I do neither?" I ask, leaning back in my chair.
"I stop paying for your ridiculous music schooling and I kick you out of the house." He states flatly.
My eyes grow wide. "You're bluffing."
"Try me. If you don't find a job by the time your mother and I leave for our cruise this fall, you'll be working for me in the office, in customer service, and your precious mop of hair will be cut down so short I can see your scalp." He snickers at his not-so-brilliant plan.
I kick my chair out from under me as I stand and storm out furious with Roger. Shouldn't school be my numero uno priority and not a retarded job just occupying my precious time? It's not like I'll have all that much time to get into too much trouble. No one's eggo will become prego, no one will get smashed to the point of dying on their own puke and, no one will be as high as a kite and out driving the deserted roads of this forsaken town then happen to kill someone on their way home.
I flop down on my bed and open my Macbook to begin the frustrating job search. There's no way in hell I'm working for my jerk of a stepfather, ever. All the job opportunities become dramatically narrowed down thanks to my unique looks, allowing me to look mainly at bars, garages and a few hole-in-the-wall kind of places. By the end of the search, I find two bars, a craigslist offer that's a little sketchy and a hole-in-the-wall store of some kind that claims they don't judge on looks—but we all know how that goes. When a six foot two, toned, inked, pierced, grown out blond previously black haired, blue eyed, emo/punk looking guy walks into a job interview; people look at you with disgust and don't take you seriously, or they ogle and ask if the ink and piercings hurt to get.
Whatever might as well make an effort so I don't have to work for Roger. Interview number one in two days, Five bucks says I'll get asked if my tats and piercings hurt.
And that's the first chapter. Let me know what you think! I appreciate it and you'll get a teaser. Ten reviews means a new chapter! :)