Chapter III

"It's not funny," Jake glared at Chris Redfield as they walked towards the lunchroom, "stop laughing."

"It's fucking hilarious man," Chris continued grinning, "Your dad is something else."

"Fucking right he is." Jake muttered, remembering.

When he had gotten home last night he was not at all surprised to find his father waiting for him on the living room couch. Instantly his stoic face turned to Jake and he stood from where he sat. Hunk who still had his hand on Jake's shoulder began speaking as Albert Wesker drew closer to his son, the sunglasses made his face perfectly unreadable.

"No one saw him; he won't go to the prescient," Hunk glared at the back of Jake Muller's head, "this time."

Albert Wesker stopped in front of his son. They were both the same height, it made for an intense stare down. But Jake always lost; it was hard to stare at a man with such a cold face as his father. He looked down at his shoes, gritting his teeth, "thank you for your assistance," the blonde male stated monotone at the cop, "you may find your way out."

"Rude as ever," Hunk grumbled and marched out of the house. When the door closed only then did Albert Wesker speak directly to his son.

"I see that your punishment was not enough last time."

Jake rolled his eyes and stepped back from his father, "I'm not even all that drunk, it already wore off, see?" He stared at him with anger, "It's not like you'd give a shit if I went to the prescient or not so you can cut out the caring father act now Albert, that suit don't fit. Don't you have some paper work to do?"

Wesker's mouth twisted into a small smirk, "your foolish boy. Do you really think that your imprudent comments about my job are going to hurt my conscience?" Albert Wesker stepped forward, Jake stepped back, "it is my job that pays for the clothing on your back, the roof over your head, the boots on your feet. Don't forget that next time you try to guilt my conscience." He stopped walking when Jake was pressed against the wall, staring at him defiantly. It made a strange surge of pride flare in Wesker's chest. His son wanted to fight him, his son wanted to break him. His son was not a force to be reckoned with, but he always pushed his buttons, wanting to see how far Jake Muller would go. No one else dared to bother his son, that also made him strangely proud, "what? Do you want to fight with me?" Jake Muller had that look in his eyes when he wanted to throw a punch.

"Don't push me," Jake growled at his father and started to walk past the man but suddenly found himself crushed against the wall, "get the fuck off!"

"Make me," he quipped and pressed his arm against his son's throat hard enough to see him struggle, he wanted to see the day that his son would beat him, then, and only then would he know he did not have to worry about the boy handling himself.

Jake squirmed against his father, trying to break his arm away from his throat.

"I taught you better then that boy," Wesker said in a sharply disapproving tone. Jake threw out the heel of his palm, his father easily dodged it and pinned the younger man to the expensive tiles under their feet, "that was horribly predictable."

"Get the fuck off me!" Jake yelled and threw his elbow back; he felt contact with his father's face and heard the clattering of his glasses. Jake got up with a sharp, 'ha!' in his face and stared at Albert Wesker, who was looking to where his glasses landed, he flexed his jaw, "you're getting old, old man."

"And you are ridiculous," Albert Wesker walked to his glasses and picked them up, then turned to his son, "you're going to baby sit the Ashford Twins as punishment."

"That's just cruel."

Albert smirked, his reptilian orange eyes tightened the slightest bit, "you might want to go to the pharmacy after school tomorrow and get yourself a mop and some medicine, apparently they have a bad stomach flu. They've been committing all over the place."

Chris still hadn't stopped laughing.

Upon entering the cafeteria Jake's eyes unwillingly traveled to the back left. He caught sight of Sheva, just taking her seat, and the New Girl beside her laughing at something Sheva had said.

"Sheva looks so hot today," Chris drooled as they stepped in their direction, Jake had to agree. She wore a purple tank top beneath a striped sweater; she had a pair of tight black jeans and a strangely pretty, but natural makeup on. She even let her hair down.

The closer they got, however, the more he looked at New Girl. Her hair was styled like the day he had first seen her, short, slightly messy, but not really. Her blue eyes were lit with laughter as Sheva continued talking, and today she had a bit of lip gloss on, I'd like a taste to see what flavor it is, he thought with a cocky smirk as they stopped before them.

"Chris!" Sheva grinned up at him, Chris bent low and kissed her smoothly on the mouth, once again Sheva had to be the one to pull away first before things got out of hand.

Sherry looked up at Jake and to his dismay she released a small smile, hardly there at all. And then turned her face away from him.

What the fuck?

"Hi, Jake," Sheva glared, "where is the other idiot?"

"He's still at home," Jake sat down on a chair and slammed his feet onto the table, Sherry frowned and quickly pulled her bag away from his muddy boots, he chuckled, "he's got a bad hangover."

"Good," Sheva smiled, "he's an idiot, even more of an idiot then you are."

"I'm getting' real sick of your shit," Jake informed her with a glare. Chris sat beside Jake and didn't get involved, Sheva liked to handle her own.

"That's fine, I'm getting sick of your shit too, or do I need to remind you that you and I are friends, despite the fact that you are always letting me down."

He rolled his eyes at her and looked to Sherry who was chewing on her sandwich tensely.

"Do you always eat the same thing?" He asked, she looked up at him, eyes all wide and innocent, that's just sexy.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"You're always eating sandwiches, do you always eat that?" He wrinkled his nose.

"So because I have sandwiches for two days you think I am always eating sandwiches?" Her stare became a bit annoyed but she didn't have the courage to even sound mean.

He smirked and shrugged, "I'm just wonderin' if I should buy you some lunch New Girl, since it looks like all you can afford is that."

"Jake, stop being an asshole." Chris bit at him, glaring.

Sherry blushed at Chris' defense and quickly wrapped her sandwich. This guy hated her for no reason at all. She wanted to leave, but she knew that it would make everything worse, but she didn't care. Things were already so bad; he hated her for no reason at all!

"I have to go," she mumbled and stuffed the sandwich into her bag.

"Aw, Sherry stay-

"It's okay Sheva," Sherry smiled and pat her on the back, "I'll see you around. Maybe this weekend or something" Thank God it's Friday, I won't have to deal with Muller for two days.

Sheva sighed and nodded, "okay, see you."

Sherry nodded at Chris and completely ignored Jake and started making her way out.

"You're an asshole!" Sheva exclaimed with fierce eyes, "go and apologize to her!"

"Are you kidding me?" Jakes eyes narrowed, "I didn't do shit to her."

"You're a jackass." Sheva shook her head with defeat.

Now Jake stood angrily and started to stomp out of the lunchroom, ignoring Excella who walked past him with a nice sway of her ass.

Sherry sat outside on the steps of the school with the little sandwich on her lap. She never felt self conscious about what she ate. But suddenly she didn't want to eat this. Jake Muller made her felt like if she were some incompetent freak. All because of a sandwich!

Behind her she picked up the sound of what seemed to be boots. She picked at the sandwich quietly.

The sound of the footsteps stopped, and then picked up again louder in her direction. She didn't dare to turn around and make awkwad eye contact.

"What are you doing out here?" Jake Muller asked in an annoyed fashion, noticing how she stiffened and then mechanically turned her head, she looked at him as he stood a few feet behind her and then turned around, ignoring him.

That's how you want to play? Fine. Jake strode to her side and then plopped beside her on the cement. He heard her make a big annoyed sigh and grinned at her, she was going to lose this if she thought ignoring him was possible, no one ignores me.

He pulled out his cigarette pack and stuck one between his lips. He didn't miss the way she shuffled to the right, away from him as discreetly as she could. He searched in his pockets for his lighter and lit the stick in his mouth, inhaling and exhaling without removing it from between his lips.

"What? You don't like smoking?" He turned his eyes to her, she glared at the thing in his mouth like she wanted to light it up again but this time have it explode in his face.

"No, I don't smoke."

"Why? Afraid you'll get sick or somethin'?" He released smoke again, this time removing the cigarette and squinting through the billowing smoke. She nodded once, "have you ever tried it?"

"No." She stated firmly, "it's gross."

He shrugged, "so you can insult my smoking but I can't say anything about your sandwich habit?"

She didn't say anything to that and looked out to the road where cars were passing. She ate quietly.

"Hey!"

Jake and Sherry turned to the sound of another person, Jake's eyes narrowed at the approach of Steve Burnside. He hated him more than anyone else. He hated the way he styled his copper hair, he hated his small physique, he hated how he wore army styled pants every day like some sort of fashion statement.

"Fucking Burnside," Jake muttered as Steve ran up to Sherry. Jake looked to her and narrowed his eyes at her smile.

"Steve, hey, what's up?"

"Nothing, you left this in class earlier," he handed her a pencil. Jake snorted, drawing a glare from Burnside.

"Oh, thanks," Sherry mumbled awkwardly, taking the pencil that she was certain was not hers and stuffing it into her bag. Jake didn't miss the creepy stare Burnside gave Sherry's ass as she bent over.

"You came over here to give her a pencil?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, I didn't want to forget," Burnside stated.

"You're so full of shit," he laughed.

"Jake!" Sherry admonished. Her eyes were wide and almost disbelieving, "thank you Steve, for the pencil." She turned her eyes up to him.

"No problem Sherry, I wanted to ask you something else too. There's a party this weekend at my place, do you want to come?"

"Steve I'm sorry but I really do have things to do, thank you so much for the invite, if I get time I'll definitely stop by but I doubt I'll be able to."

Ha! Take that fucker, Jake laughed mentally, trying to keep the smile from lips.

"I understand I'll see you around then, bye" Steve smiled and walked away.

She turned back to her sandwich and looked to Jake Muller curiously. He was staring off into the distance like if he were lost in thought, "you don't like Steve Burnside?" She guessed.

"Hell no, that kid is annoying. Look like a fuckin' twink wannabe."

Sherry tilted her head with confusion, "what's a twink?"

Oh shit! Jake choked on the smoke, laughing hysterically as she blushed profusely and looked down to her sandwich with indignation. How much of a good girl is she? She doesn't know what a twink is? Damn I haven't even heard her curse? Fuck, I haven't laughed so hard in such a long time, "you really don't know what a twink is?"

She shook her head, still not meeting his gaze.

"A twink," I can't believe I'm explaining this "is a term for a young looking gay man… usually hairless too."

She blinked rapidly, "Oh… well, he doesn't look like that."

"Yeah he does, and besides he's just bad news."

Her eyes flared, "why do you say that?"

"That kid might as well be nicknamed Pablo Escobar," Jake shrugged and dug his cigarette into the cement beside him, "everyone knows what goes down at his parties, drugs galore." Her eyes widened, "I may like my cigarettes when I'm stressed, but drugs…"

"That's another story," Sherry finished for him, looking down at her sandwich. She then looked back to Muller who was staring at her, "so you're stressed? Is that why you're smoking?"

"Kind of."

"What happened? That's if you want to talk about it." She wanted to know a bit about him, he was so closed off it seemed.

Jake smirked, "I got grounded. I have to baby sit these two brats, the Ashford Twins. Those two are a pain in the ass."

"That sucks," she shrugged, "just put on some cartoons and give them something to eat, get some apples, bananas, and strawberries and make a smoothie. That'll keep them entertained for a while." She stood from where she sat and grabbed her bag. Jake looked to her with confusion.

"Where are you going?"

"To class, I like to get in early."

"What should I make them to eat?" He called as she started walking away.

"A sandwich! They're nice and cheap, I'm sure someone as rich as you can afford it, right?!" She threw back with a low chuckle. Jake frowned at her little jab. She was feistier then he thought.

Apples, bananas, and strawberries… he remembered quickly and stood from where he sat. Suddenly wishing he had gotten to talk to the New Girl more.

The rest of the day was spent with thoughts of her.


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