Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything, except for my OC.
Author's Note: I've been wanting to do this story for a while, just haven't really gotten around to it. I hope you like it, but if you don't then sorry about that.
WARNING: This story is rated T for drug and alcohol use, sexual content, language, physical abuse, and sexual abuse. The following is not for young viewers. You have been warned, so enjoy! ;)
[Jack's POV]
I was trailing behind Marilyn, now at a walk. I wasn't sure if she'd heard me coming from a ways back, but she didn't show any sign of it.
"Hey." I finally called out to her. The girl slowed to a stop and I knew I'd gotten her attention for sure.
I stepped closer, keeping my hands in my coat pockets to keep them from shaking. I wasn't sure if it was the cold, or maybe I was just nervous. Marilyn turned around, her brows instantly arched with surprise.
"What are you doing?" She asked, taking a drag from the cigarette I gave her. By the sound of her tone, she was more confused than curious.
I wasn't sure what to say. One of my hands automatically raised to the back of my head and ruffled my brown hair. As if that would help me at all.
"Um, I just thought I'd walk you to wherever you were going." I answered, trying hard not to stutter. I watched Marilyn's eyes narrow at me while she flicked her ashes onto the sidewalk.
"There's only one reason why a guy says something like that to me." She retorted with one of those 'pissed off' smirks that girls usually make whenever they're upset and act like nothings wrong.
"What?" I had an idea of what she was talking about. She really didn't think that . . .
"I'm not a sport fuck! What, you think that just because I screwed your damn friends that you're next in line?" Marilyn raised her voice and it echoed through the morning air.
I'd admit, Marilyn's words hurt a little. More than anything it made me feel sorry for her. She must have been through this situation before to think that every person that came up to her wanted sex. I didn't know the girl very well, but I did know that she never came out of her shyness bubble unless she was mad, or just too doped up to care.
"No. Not every guy that looks at you wants to fuck you, Marilyn."
The words were out before I could catch myself. They didn't come out right, but it was too late. She'd already taken what I'd blurted out to heart. Her eyes dropped to the ground as she took another drag from the much shorter cigarette.
"Wait. That's not what I meant." I sighed, trying to crawl out from the bus I'd just threw myself under. "I just don't want you to think that's what I want, not that I wouldn't want to or anything or . . . Fuck."
I winced at the embarrassment I'd just brought on myself. Though I felt less guilty about what I'd said when I heard the girl in front of me stifle a giggle.
~ flashback ~
I heard Marilyn's laughing over the loud music coming from the stereo system. I found the blonde girl across the living room, sitting on the couch arm surrounded my a group of guys. My friend at the time, Deon, had his arm draped loosely over her shoulder.
As her green eyes glanced up to meet mine, I looked away. I finished off what little of the alcohol that was left in the plastic cup I was holding. What was suppose to be just a few friends, turned into a skirt-chasing party, like always. Still, even with the loud music and party chatter, I could hear Marilyn's voice over everything else.
God, Mom would kill me if she knew where I was. I thought that it might be a good idea to go on home before I was too drunk to walk.
"Ay, Jack. Come here, man!" Deon called to me from the other side of the room.
I looked back over to the group of guys who were watching my sophomore-year crush snort her third line of coke. Deon nodded for me to come over, he wore that familiar, trouble-making smile of his. Despite the smart decision to leave, I went on over anyways. Once the cheers from Marilyn's fans had died down, Deon threw his dark-skinned arm around my neck spoke into my ear.
"You wanna get you some?" He asked, nodding toward the blonde girl. She was already doped out of mind, and struggling to keep her balance as she stood up. Again, our eyes met. She gave me a teasing glance.
"I gotta get the fuck home before I have a search party sent out after me." I said, ready to come up with any excuse to leave.
"You sure 'bout dat? 'Cause I know you been sweet on dat girl. An' right now, she's ready for a trip to dick city." Deon laughed. I did the same, just to keep my friend's words from bothering me. It didn't work though.
"Nah. I really need to be heading out." I faked a smile.
Deon shrugged at my final answer and went to Marilyn. She instantly wrapped her arms around his neck and crashed her lips onto his. I bit my lip and looked away. I heard the two of them whispering to each other before my friend turned back to me.
"A'ight, man. You had 'ya chance, bro." Deon shrugged again, holding Marilyn by the waist to keep her standing. He led the girl towards the stairs, she was either stumbling or dragging her feet over every step. Deon was right, I'd had my chance and passed it up. Hell, I shouldn't have to get a girl drugged nearly to the point of unconsciousness just to get her to sleep with me.
~ end of flashback ~
"Don't you have somewhere to be, anyway?" Marilyn asked, pulling me out of the memory. I blinked, having to repeat her question in my head before I could give her an answer.
"Nope."
Her head cocked slightly to the side curiously.
"You dropped out?" She guessed, taking one last hit of the cigarette before tossing it into the road.
"No, I graduated this past year." I corrected her. I guess she'd forgotten that I was a grade above her. She quit coming to school before my senior year ended.
Marilyn nodded back as a reply. I watched her scoot her shoes on the pavement shyly. I thought I would have grown out of the silly, high-school-crush phase. However, the fluttering in my stomach proved otherwise. Marilyn was skinnier than I remembered, but still just as pretty.
"So, you ain't got shit to do, I ain't got shit to do. Wanna go for a walk?" The girl hinted a smile and I beamed one right back to her.
I never would have expected for her to give me the time of day. It was all still just beginning to register.
