I hope everyone who's read the story likes it so here's the 2nd chapter. And now a few words from my overly obsessed with fanfic friend. Let's call her Bunny.

Bunny: I believe I can fly...I wanna piece of cherry pie...la la la la la la la lala...what are the rest of the words???!!!

Creativedreamer48: Um...thanks, Bunny. I do not own Jack. I do own everything else...yep...enjoy. ;P

2

Jack woke up to the sound of rain falling on his window. He sat up in bed and looked out at his street. He ran his hand through his hair and looked back on the day before. "I'm gonna kill that bastard." he thought, referring to Derek, a local bully who had given him and his friends a hard time.

"Jack! Get your ass down here!" a gruff voice called from downstairs. Jack groaned again, and pulled the covers off himself, revealing his strong chest. He looked at his sweaty face in his mirror. His room was small, with blue-gray paint over the wall, which, without lights made it look even dimmer. All he had was a bed, a mattress on a low wooden frame, a wooden desk with a mirror, a cabinet and a closet. He put on his blue jeans and a navy blue short sleeve shirt. He pulled on his sneakers, pulled a comb through his hair and walked downstairs.

The gruff voice was that of his father, an average sized man brown hair to his shoulders. He had on a grimy white shirt and jeans that didn't fit. "We're out of beer." his dad said, eyes still glued to the T.V. screen.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Get it yourself, I'm going out." he said, opening the front door.

"Get back here, boy! Now!"

Jack ignored his dad's cries and stepped out into the pouring rain. He was walking slowly down his front walk, when he heard the front door slam open again. Turning quickly, he saw that his father had charged out of the house and was yelling for Jack to return. Jack broke into a run and bolted down the street.

He closed his eyes and blocked his father's yells out. Eventually he came to rest on the wet curb outside Amy's house.

"Jack?"

Jack turned to see Amy looking at him from her front door. Jack quickly stood up and smiled. "Yeah."

Amy returned the smile and ran up to him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just my dad." Jack replied.

"Oh, well, let's go somewhere!" Amy exclaimed.

"What? Are you serious?" Jack said, staring at his friend wide-eyed.

"Aw, is this the part where you kiss?"

Both turned to see Derek smirking in the rain. "Hey, loser, you broke my nose."

"No one would notice the difference." Jack said, stepping in front of Amy.

"Alright, punk-ass, are you asking for a beating?" Derek snarled, clenching his fists.

"You tried that line yesterday, asshole." Jack shot back.

"Get him!" Derek commanded Max and Charlie.

Amy and Jack ran and could hear the other three charging after them. "Amy, get back to the house through the back!" Jack ordered.

"What about you?" Amy asked desperately.

"I'll be fine! Go!" Jack yelled.

Amy nodded, and made a sharp turn towards her back door. She crept in and watched through the screen as Jack passed, quickly followed by Derek, Max and Charlie.

"Hey, Jackie Boy! Wait up so I can crush your skull!" Derek called.

"I'll pass, asshole!" Jack yelled behind him. Immediately, he knew he had made a mistake. He could feel the bullies closing in behind him. Then he felt his arms grabbed. He struggled to get loose, but it was no help. Max and Charlie were holding him tight. Derek walked around to face Jack.

"Well, well, well. What have we here? Jack. Thought you could outrun me, huh, punk-ass?" Derek smirked.

Jack looked at him with a hatred that ran deep. "Go to hell." Then Jack spit in his face.

Derek's eyes widened. Then he punched Jack in the face. Then in the stomach. And he kept beating him until he was barely conscious. Max and Charlie let go, letting Jack fall to the ground.

"Don't bother getting up, punk-ass." Derek said. Then they left, leaving Jack in the pouring rain.