Dodger
Summary: A story about Jess Mariano: everyone's favorite artful dodger.
Warnings:
High T Rating for some serious language, mentions of child abuse and drug abuse.
Chapter One: I'm Gonna Do My Thing
He lit up a cigarette.
He stuck it in between his teeth.
The smoke blew out in a long exhale.
Jess didn't give a fuck.
In fact, fuck this town.
Fuck its perfect, happy image.
What it was: was creepy and he was in hell.
They wanted him to fit in their magical little world.
Well fuck them.
His dark brown eyes flashed with rage but his smooth expression said he didn't give a damn.
Jess puffed hard on his cigarette, lighting up the end brightly.
Clumps of ash fell onto his jeans and he flicked it off.
Fuck Lorelei and her "I know what you're going through" bitch mom speech.
"-And I did it in high heels."
He rolled his eyes, another inhale.
Please.
Like she actually had a fucking clue.
Who cared if Lorelei Gilmore was Devil Wears Prada at sixteen?
The worst thing that had probably ever happened to her was Daddy not buying her a brand new Corvette.
Jess flicked the remaining butt into the river.
He lit another one.
For all he knew she was just a buzz kill.
It was only one beer.
Like that was enough to get drunk off of, Jess snorted.
The way his Uncle Luke was acting he might actually have to remain sober in this dry, hick town.
The thought of being here for more than a month was horrifying.
Being here at all, was horrifying.
Liz knew it too, the crazy bitch.
Luke expected him to be on his best behavior.
Jess blew smoke out his nose.
Be polite.
Exchange dialogue.
Smile.
Respect his elders.
Be perfect and happy.
Be Dean!
Jess snorted again, Yea right.
Maybe if he got a lobotomy, grew 18 inches and dropped several IQ points.
Then he'd be dating Rory.
Just the thought of the avid doe-eye reader made the teenage New Yorker completely still, dropping the cigarette in between his fingers.
The girl who actually made him want to give a shit.
He breathed out normal air carefully.
Rory acted...alive.
She was intelligent and nothing like the air head whores in his white trash neighborhood.
She was also the only person his age who loved books as much as he did.
Jess felt the anger melt away when he was around her, wanting more than anything to protect her innocence.
Rory knew nothing about how the real world worked.
He would not let that happen.
Jess wanted her to be happy.
It made him happy.
He cared about Rory Gilmore.
For the first time in his fucked up, young life, Jess gave a fuck about someone else.
He gave up on his mother a long time ago.
Must have happend somewhere in between selling all their shit for drugs and letting testosterone fueled apes into their home night after night.
Rage and fear danced around at the memory of the men who hurt her.
Hurt Jess when he got in the way.
His fist clenched.
Cigarettes weren't enough.
Not for this.
The burning sensation in his lungs couldn't out weigh the hate.
Or the need to scream.
Star Hallows could go to fucking hell.
Jess wasn't going to be Prince Charming any time soon.
End Chapter One
Author Notes: I'm sorry if the language bothered you but there was a warning. That and teenagers without issues often swear like a sailor. Not that he'd ever use it in front of Rory or his Uncle etc; Jess will keep it all from Rory in this story but the readers will see it. I'm not afraid to write about and won't dance around it. Not like the show did. He's a New Yorker. His mother is a drug addict in cannon. He has issues. It's about to get a lot worse. Lets just say Luke will have his work cut out for him. At this point in the story Jess hates Lorelai because she comes from a blue blooded family. He's been treated like white trash his entire life (despite being Italian and Cherokee I know) so there's going to be some resentment there. But I adore the Jess and Lorelai dynamic so there will definitely be plot and character development there. Enjoy. I'm taking suggestions.