Chapter 2

I nervously patted down my hair, as I waited inside the Waffle House for Jack.

Ten minutes ago he claimed he would be here, but of course he was late. I told myself twenty times to leave if he didn't show up within a minute, but each time I delayed it back and back. I guess I was hoping to prove something to myself, but I couldn't take it any more.

Just as I stood up from the old booth, revealing to be I was the only female under the age of twenty five in the whole restaurant, I saw a familiar sight come into view. Jack's black Chevrolet Chevelle, with white racing stripes down the center. But of course it was fitted with gadgets to make it go well over the speeding limit.

I sighed and sat back down upon my booth, and watched as Jack lazily got upon from his car and up the sidewalk into Waffle House.

I was glad to see he didn't arrive wearing the coveralls he wore for work, or the sweat stained wife beater he wore. But to be honest he looked like Sam, wearing his faded jeans, which had previous stains upon them, along with his fitted black t-shirt which had Linkin Park upon it.

"Sorry," Jack smoothly spoke, as he slid into the seat opposite of me.

I rolled my eyes and set my purse back down upon the worn leather seat. "You're lucky; I was going leaving if you hadn't shown up then."

Jack toothily smiled at me," I guess I have good timing."

I rolled my eyes again, while Jack picked up a menu, and began looking across it.

I leaned back into my seat, while Jack asked, as he still scanned the meals that could block your artery with one bite," Are you going to eat anything?"

"I ate before I came."

Jack lifted up an eyebrow and glanced up at me.

I sighed and explained," My mom forced me to eat her experimental pasta, since Sam wasn't there to taste it for her."

But quickly once again I had forgotten I had broken another Witwicky family rule. Don't talk about your mother's awful cooking in front of strangers, especially when they're someone how could tell the whole school and ruin Sam's reputation-if he even has one.

I quickly fumbled, as I whispered," Don't tell anyone I told you that, Sam told me not to tell anyone that he his mom's taste tester."

Jack nodded with understanding, before looking back down at the table.

But then he suddenly looked back up at me, with a curious face, and inquired," Why did you say 'his mom'? She is your mom too."

Smooth move, Jaden! Now you have official ruined Sam's life. Now everyone will know that you're adopted and he's not. Making your adopted family the joke about town.

"She is!" I panicked.

Jack narrowed his eyes slightly and scrutinized me, before laying the menu down upon the table and carefully linking both of his hands together.

"She isn't, is she?"

I nervously looked around, while Jack continued to whisper," Are you some kid your dad had with another woman? Because it would make total sense if you are."

"I am Judy and Ron Witwicky's daughter," I calmly reminded him.

He narrowed his eyes even more upon me, before musing," If it is something that will ruin your rep as the prefect jock play toy, or Sam's non existent one-"

"What!" I shouted, I'm sure drawing attention to us.

"I'm not a play toy," I hissed lower, making sure the attention would leave us.

Jack sighed and said," Fine. But if it is going to hurt your prefect reputation, you might as well tell me now, since I have several good rumors to pass around the high school, at my disposal."

I narrowed my eyes back at him, and growled," You wouldn't dare!"

"Of course I would, babe." He smirked back.

Babe! Ugh! I hate that name!

"It's Jaden," I hissed back. But I sat up, straighten my hair, and whispered calmly," So what do you want to know about my fucked up family?"

Jack smiled at my submission, and quizzed," Are you really Sam's biological sister?"

I sighed and whispered, in a desperate tone as I looked up at him," Promise you won't tell anyone anything about this conversation."

Jack nodded, before holding up his long pinky. "Pinky promise?"

I giggled to myself, before offering my own delicate pinky, "Pinky promise", as our pinky's intertwined and gave one weak shake.

As I pulled my hand back I explained," Before Sam was born, Judy and Ron were told they wouldn't be able to have children again. So they went to an adoption agency, where they agreed to adopt me, after my fourteen year old mother gave birth to me."

"Fourteen?" Jack repeated in shock.

I nodded, and continued," But after that they found out Judy was pregnant, with Sam. So instead of going back on their word to my mother and the agency, they decided they could adopt me and keep me as Sam's sibling, in case Judy couldn't have any more children after him. So here I am today, talking to you, with the Witwicky last name."

Jack nodded, as an understood silence took over our sitting area.

"That would explain why you and Sam are so different looking." Jack smiled, trying to reassure me, he wouldn't tell a soul. Even though Mikaela already knew about this.

"So what about you, Mr. Big Shot? Any family laundry you're willing to air out?" I asked trying to sound comical.

Jack shrugged his shoulders," Depends, do you want to hear about me or Mikaela?"

"You," I answered, after pretending to take a pause to think.

Jack nodded, and leaned back into his seat. "Well…I have a juvenile record longer than this table."

"What did you do?" I asked patiently.

Jack sighed and motioned for the waiter to come over and take our orders.

"Yes?" A grungy old man asked, holding up a pad of paper and a pen.

"I'll have a coke and the omelet scrambler deal, with sausage and cheese."

Jack looked over at me, and chirped," My treat."

I blushed and trilled," You don't have to, Jack. I have my own money."

"Na, it's alright."

I sighed and confidently ordered," I'll have a coke too, with hash browns with cheese on them."

The man nodded, before trudging away, leaving Jack and me alone again.

"So," I began," What is on this wrap sheet of yours?"

Jack sighed and scratched his forearm with apprehension. "Driving under the influence, speeding violations, evading the police and other law officials, aiding and embedding a criminal, driving without insurance, public intoxication, underage drinking, underage driving, driving without a license, robbery, burglary of a motor vehicle, identity theft, and last but not least defacement of public property."

He weakly smiled, obviously not proud of everything, but I sat there silent amazed that he had gained that much on his record while being a juvenile.

"But I've been 'clean' for the past year and half, or at least since I finished my community service, probation, parole." He weakly added, as if he was trying to convince me he wasn't like that any more.

I smiled, and calmly breathed," Interesting, I'm just surprised you haven't had your driving license permanently revoked."

Jack gave me his classic broad smile," I got it back on good behavior." He winked.

I rolled my eyes, and murmured," You sound just as bad as Mikaela's father."

Jack's eyebrow perked up, and curious quizzed again," And how do you know about Scott?"

I sighed and whispered again," Another Jaden Witwicky secret."

Jack nodded, as a waitress placed both of the cokes upon the table, before leaving.

"Mikaela and I are good friends; just we avoid being seen together, for reputation sake." I whispered, as I pulled my coke in front of me, before carefully spun around the straw, between my fore finger and thumb.

Jack nodded, somewhat surprised. "So you and Mikaela, both Jock-"

"Don't you dare continue that statement," I warned, point my finger at him.

Jack chuckled," Fine I won't, but I can see it now. Both you and Mikaela-with common friends- being called the same thing."

I rolled my eyes, and groaned," How does Mikaela live with you?"

Jack chuckled again," She doesn't, because she's off in some guy's -"I reached across the table and lightly smacked him up the head.

"Don't call Mikaela a whore," I hissed, sitting back down," she just happens to have awful taste in men."

Jack starred at me for a second, almost as if he was confused by my action of hitting him up the head.

Then slowly a smirk spread across his face, before he whispered," Do you have bad taste in men too?"

I sighed, warily, as I answered," Actually, Jack, I refrain from dating anyone on any football team, because I happen to have very good taste in men, which would explain why I'm not currently in any relationship-nor have been since my freshman year."

Jack's smirk seemed to only grow wider. "Let me get this straight. You hang out with the testosterone driven football team, and still have managed to not technically 'date' any of them?"

I nodded proudly, but Jack's eyes narrowed, before he carefully whispered," But I bet you have had a one night stand or two, right?"

I began to stand up again to smack him, but Jack put up one hand, as if he was telling me to pause.

I was offended by this question. He had no right to go into my sex life-or lack of. Ever since I got Ace, I have no time to have a boyfriend, nonetheless get intimate with one.

"Just answer my question. If not, then no worries. But if so, I have every right to call you the play toy." Jack announced to me.

I recoiled my hand, and sat down. "As I said before Jack," I took a deep breath to calm my offended nerves," I refrain from football players."

Jack nodded, while I darkly asked," What about you, any cheerleaders you knocked up lately?"

Jack grinned, and sarcastically answered," Oh yes, Jaden. I love having to correct them, when they say my name, when we're making out."

"I take that as I 'no'," I giggled.

Jack nodded, while informing me further on," Actually, due to my parole time, I was only recently put back on the dating market. But of course, lately it has been only girls who think I'm going to jump back into my 'old' days."

"But your not," I calmly interjected, after slurping my drinking.

"No, I'm not," Jack quickly clarified. He sighed and continued," Anyways, not to sound cocky or anything, but before I moved here, I had a girl with me all the time."

I rolled my eyes, and teased, somberly," And how are the STD, HIV, and AIDs tests going for you?"

Jack rolled his eyes back," Very well, if you must know."

I grinned back. He isn't as bad as I thought he would be.