Here we are. Chapter 3. I figured I'd kick my ass into gear and get this done. I dunno how long it'll take, but I'm gonna get it done. Expect not as many BS timeskips in the future chapters, as I've been attempting to expand upon some of the scenes. Special thanks to TeeJayCecil for leaving a great review and convincing me to do this!

I sigh, walking down the school hallway, my headphones in, drowning out any noise. I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I stop, pulling my headphones out. "Yeah?" I turn around, immediately feel a fist make its way across my face. I hit the floor with a resounding thud, gasping, looking up at the person. I quickly scramble to my feet, and dodge his next punch, jabbing him in the kidney, getting behind him and hitting him as hard as I can in the back of the head, my attacker barely fazed. He spins around and smashes his fist into my face with a mean right hook, and I feel my nose get pulverized under the force of the punch. I gasp, and look up at him, deciding to fight dirty. "Fuck it." I say under my breath, and throw my relatively light body weigh into him, pushing him into the lockers. I slam my fist into his face, feeling the bones in my hand fracture, his body hitting the floor with a loud thunk. "Don't fuck with the underdog, asshole." I say, shaking. Several of my friends run up to me, accompanied by a teacher, and look at me. "Holy hell... Jakob.. Are you alright?" Cheyenne asks, and I nod, sighing. "Yes. I'm fine." I say, moving my hand, despite the pain, wincing. "Are you sure?" she asks, and I nod again. The teacher puts a hand on my shoulder, and I brush him off. "I'm fine. Just need to get my hand in a cast and let it heal, and let my nose heal." I say.

I wake up, my eyes a dark grey, looking around, seeing myself in my hotel room, Lauren laid next to me, sound asleep, Cheyenne and Faith in the other bed, asleep as well. 'Why do I keep relicing that hell?' I ask myself, as I get up and grab my hoodie and jeans. I grab my pack of cigarettes, and walk out onto the balcony. I sigh, and close the slding door, and take one out of the pack, light it, and close the pack. I put the pack into my hoodie pocket. I take a slow drag, and close my eyes, thinking about my past. I take another drag, and sigh, flicking the butt into the night, walking back in, seeing Lauren waiting for me. I look at her, and smile softly, it quickly fading as I see the worried look on her face. "I'm okay, babe. Just a dream." I say, and look at her. She sighs, and looks at me, nodding. "You coming back to bed?" she asks, and looks at me. I nod, and blush, thinking of the stuff we could get up to, but don't. "Yeah. I'll be there in a minute." I say, blushing, kissing her cheek. She sighs, and lays back down, blushing, waiting for me, closing her eyes slowly. I take my jeans and hoodie back off, leaving myself in a pair of boxers, laying down with her. She snuggles into me, and I wrap my arms around her waist. She slowly falls asleep again, me soon following after.

I wake up about four hours later, blinking the sleep from my eyes, getting up, grabbing a fresh set of clothes. I sigh, and look at myself in the mirror, days of dirt, blood, and grime taking its toll on me. I sigh, and turn on the shower, letting the water heat up. I take my boxers off, and step in, the hot water melting away weeks of stress, and washing away the days of disgustingness.

I sigh, and get out, drying myself off. I get dressed, my usual outift, a pair of faded black jeans, a dark blue hoodie, a white t-shirt under the hoodie, and a bullet-resistant vest under it all. I sigh, and hum, walking out, my short hair not needing brushed. I sigh, and walk out, grabbing my wallet and keycard, heading down the the lobby. I turn my keycard in, and walk to the LAPCV, seeing everyone waiting for me. Lauren smirks, and looks at me. "You clean up nice." She says, and I laugh, nodding. "Yeah. I know I do. I'm ready for a firefight under all of this, though." I say, humming. She laughs, and nods. "You always are.." she says, getting in the truck. I get in the gunner seat, and sigh. "We need to go to the Capital Wasteland." I say, doing a quick weapons check, finding everything normal. Faith nods, and turns the truck on, the massive 8.4L V10 roaring to life, and I smirk.

Faith turns onto the freeway, flooring the pedal, the engine roaring, the LAPCV hitting 70 rather quickly. I laugh, and sigh softly, that sound music to my ears. "Gonna have to get new valves if you keep that up." I say, laughing. I see an Enclave Vertibird, and I move to get the M134 spun up, but I'm stopped by something. "Incoming transmission from that helo. Patching it through to you." Lauren says, and I nod. "Hunter 1-1, this is Scout 2-5, I've broken from my formation to warn you about the Enclave. They know where you are. Be ready for a fight." The pilot says, and I nod, sighing. "Thanks for the heads-up, Scout. Get outta here before they find out where you went." I say. "Will do. Over and out." the transmission cuts there, and I look at Faith. "Floor it, Faith. We need to get to the Wasteland, now." I say, loading a new belt into the rotary cannon. She nods, and floors the pedal again, the engine hitting 7.5k before she upshifts, and I smirk. "Don't burn the clutch." I say, laughing. She just shakes her head, and Lauren hooks her laptop up to the trucks stereo. I hum. "Roadtrip mix, anyone?" she asks, and there's a collection of positive responses. The playlist starts with Chapter Four by Avenged Sevenfold, and I smirk, knowing I rubbed off on her.

She pulls into a parking lot near the Lincoln Memorial, and I sigh, getting my Desert Eagle, .45, and KBAR. Lauren gets her .45, and her KBAR, and Faith grabs her Mossberg 500. We each grab four or five mags worth of ammo, and get loaded up. "Everyone stay close. Don't let anyone separate us." I say, looking around. Everyone nods, and I look at Faith. "Faith, take point. Lauren and Cheyenne, fall in behind me." I say, getting a nod from everyone.

Ooh, cliffhanger. I hate doing that to people, but I have something spectacular planned for next chapter, if I can pull it off. We'll see. Anways, as for this book, it'll be updated when I can get around to it, I.E. when I'm not busy playing Battlefield 1, or Forza Horizon 3. Or any game for that matter. Phoenix, out.