Little shout out to pece87 for catching a little mistake I made while writing. Thanks! Hopefully I can successfully repost this fic without anymore errors!

Chapter One

Rules were ment to be broken

I hate rules. I mean seriously, who has the right to tell you what you can and cannot do? Aren't we supposed to live in a free country? But I have my dad telling me what to do, my brother always pushing me around cause he's the oldest, and all my teachers telling me what I can, and can not do. So here I am, once again in detention, because I decided I was going to fall asleep in math class instead of history. I don't need to know any of this crap anyway. I already knew my destiny, and it didn't involve history, or anything else. I knew how to count, and add, and listen ... when I wanted, and needed too. I sighed, as I glanced at the clock. The minutes seemed to be dragging on like hours. Just as I started drifting to sleep, detention was dismissed. I grabbed my backpack, and ran out the door, but I was caught by the back of my shirt. I looked up to see my dad standing behind me. With the look on his face I knew he was disappointed, but not surprised. Mrs. Grifith approached my dad, and I knew it wasn't going to be good. "Hi Mr. Harris, sorry to have to call you in like this... again." I hated how she paused before she said again. I wiggled out of my dads grasp, as he acknowledged my math teacher, "What did he do this time?"

"He fell asleep in class again. He also made it clear that he didn't need to learn, because he was going to be working on your boat soon." Mrs. Grifith said, though the last part sounded like a question more than a statement, she didn't push further into it.

"Oh really?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Harris, but in my opinion I don't think working on a boat should be encouraged. Jake is so young, and he needs to be educated, and maybe then he could get a real job."

"Thank you for your time, I will talk to him." Phil said, shaking the teachers hand before walking away.

The walk to the car was silent, but as soon as we got inside, "Jake... whats going on with you?"

"Nothing. Sorry dad." Jake said.

"If nothing is going on, then why are you apologizing?"

"I don't know."

Phil sighed, clearly frustrated with his youngest son, "Jacob, did you tell your teacher that you didn't need to learn, because you were going to work on the boat?"

"Maybe." Jake answered.

"What? Listen, I'm glad you want to work on the boat, but how can you work on a boat if you don't listen? Do you think its going to be easy working on the boat? Do you think because your going to be the captains son you can do whatever you want?"

"I dont know."

Again Phil sighed, and started the car. He hated having these talks with Jake, because it was like talking to a wall. Jake always answered the same, "Sorry dad." or, "I don't know." Jake was so outgoing, and smart when he wanted to be, and Phil knew this. Jake could boss anyone around, and did so with his brother, and at school. Sometimes he wished Jake would do the same to him, that way at least he knew what his son was thinking. But when it came down to it, Jake never back talked his father, not once. Jake was the more quiet, layed back one, but something started to change, and Phil knew it.

"Jake, I know you're a good kid. No one has to tell me that. I also know your smart, but I can't tell your teachers that, you have to prove it to them. And when you do that, you will also earn your way onto the boat, until then, your grounded." Phil said, as he turned into the driveway, and parked the car. Jake didn't argue, instead, he gathered his books, and bag, and headed into the house, and up to his room. For Jake being grounded seemed to come natural lately.

"What did you do this time?" Josh asked.

"Shut up, and mind your own business." Jake snarled. Phil didn't say anything to the bickering boys. Instead he sat down on his favorite chair, and flipped on the television, turning the TV up as loud as it took to drown out the yelling.

Jake walked back into his room, and slammed the door shut in his brothers face. Jake leaned back against his door, with a sigh. Sometimes he just hated life. It seemed like his brother could do no wrong, and Josh was out to get him. He couldn't help the things he did. At the end of the day Jake knew what he wanted in life, and regardless of what everyone told him he should be doing, somehow he just couldn't help but think otherwise. Jake felt his cellphone buzz from across the room. He hurried over, and picked it up. Scanning over the text he received, Jake felt butterflies erupt in his stomach. He had been crushing on a girl for months now, and finally she started to see him.

Hey Jake, is everything alright? I heard you got in trouble again. ~Ella

Jake couldn't help himself from smiling on the inside, but on the outside he played it cool.

Are you busy tonight? ~ Jake

"No, I'm at work right now, I get off at nine. Wanna come pick me up? ~ Ella

"Sure. See ya at nine. ~ Jake

Jake smiled to himself, as he thought how lucky he was going to get tonight. Ella was a smart, and beautiful girl. She was dating someone from the football team, but she had a tendency to also rebel against the good girl everyone thought, or assumed she was. It wasn't the first time she turned to Jake in times like this. Jake knew how to have a good time. He knew how to party, and he knew how to be a bad boy, which was exactly what Ella was looking for. Jake knew that at fifteen he should be into girls his own age, but there was something about Ella that left him at her mercy. Ella was seventeen, and could easily have any guy she wanted. She was curvy in all the right places, her stomach was toned perfectly. Her hair was long, blonde with red streaks, and full of body. Her eyes were as blue as the sky. Jake felt he looked at a super model whenever he looked at her. She was just ... perfect.

There was a sudden knock at his bedroom door, causing Jake to scramble to hide his phone. As he chucked the phone across the room, and fell limply on his bed, trying to act bored out of his mind, his father walked in. Phil walked in, and looked at his son, before playfully giving a mix of a laugh, and sigh, "Your trying to hard to act like you weren't doing anything." Phil said, with his raspy voice.

"I wasn't doing anything, pops. Remember... I'm grounded."

"Oh I didnt' forget." Phil said, as he took a seat next to his son, "Listen Jacob, when I was your age, I didn't take my education seriously, and because of that I had people telling me that I was never going to amount to anything. Course it pissed me off enough, and look where it got me."

"Exactly, Dad I want to be just like you. I want to go fishing, you didn't need school to go fishing. Your a great fishermen, the best actually, that s why I dont understand why your making such a big deal about this."

"Jacob, I'm proud that you want to follow in my footsteps, and carry on my legacy, but I want something better for you, and your brother. You may think its cool, but you've never had to work for it. You're a teenager right now, enjoy your life, and get an education. You'll see, when your eighteen, and your done with school, you'll see there's more to life than wanting to spend your life on a crab boat." Phil stood, up, and ruffled his son's hair.

"Dad... I'm not joking about it. I know what I want to do."

"Ok son, now get some sleep. I'm going to bed myself."

After saying goodnight to each other, Jake waited until he knew everyone was asleep, or at least, pretending to sleep. Jake walked quietly into the kitchen where his dad kept his keys to all his toys, and picked up his fathers key to the Harley.

Jake looked over his shoulder, as he started up his fathers pride and joy, before rushing down the street. It only took ten minutes to get to Ella's work. As if right on cue, Jake pulled up, as Ella walked out. A smile on her milky white skin, as she bit her lip, and took the helmet, Jake handed her. No questions needed to be asked, Jake knew exactly where she wanted to go, and what was on her mind. He knew her boyfriend couldn't compete with him, no matter how good-looking, or muscular, or popular he was, Jake knew how to have fun, which is something Danny lacked. Danny looked at girls to be his charm bracelet. Showing them off, and using them when he wanted. Ella knew that they were ment to be, she really did love him, but she hated the way he treated her sometimes. It was like sex was just for him. Danny could careless if Ella's needs were met, as long as he was satisfied. To Ella, Jake was her own secret, carefully hidden out of view, so no one else could touch. Jake knew how to drive her wild. He knew exactly how to please a woman, and that was something Ella needed every once in a while, not just a quick fuck here and there. Ella was also sick, and tired of sharing her man with the rest of the cheerleading squad. She just couldn't stand it! Seeing Danny with that smile he had, while he had several girls all over him, and Ella watching from the sidelines, it was moments like those that Ella wished she didn't love him, but something deep inside, just pulled at her to be with him. She wanted to break away, she wished she could be with Jake, but her parents didn't approve, however they approved of Danny. "A husband should be older than you, and should be home every night for dinner. He should have a good paying, and respectful job to support you, and his children." Her mothers words ate at her mind, as she clung to Jake's waist, as they sped off in the Seattle night.