A/N: Hey, sorry I haven't updated in quite a while. Anyway, this is chapter two and please ignores Jay's ooc-ness I was music high while typing this. Just to say, the car Jay has in this chapter is not his Civic; it's some piece-of-shit car I gave him just because I want to put a story behind the Civic…anyway…

get-it-on65: Thank you, thank you. I hope you enjoy this chapter also, it has Jay in ooc-ness but it's alright.

justawritier, Lobel's girl, Vor Tirla Laime: Thank you. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

Lulu girl: I am a girl, unless you venture to my world, then I am a duck named Kyle who is a girl, but that has nothing to do with anything…

Disclaimer: I own nothing, therefore I suck at life.


It was awkward, walking down the halls with him. But he showed me to his car and I figured we could end up have a good time. It was a shit-hole of a car, though, I've got to admit.

"This is my baby," Jay announced as we approached the car, "I could always add you to that list, though"

I glared at him, was he serious? He thought he could just woo me with a little jerk off comment like that? "Dream on," I scoffed, a hint of playfulness in my voice. Playing around with the dude wouldn't be too bad; maybe he'll even get a kiss before the day is over.

"After seeing you, you're all I'll be able to dream of"

Oh my fucking god, he's so corny. "After seeing you, you're all I'll be able to dream of" Oh fucking please. As if. "You got corn, too? Probably the only reason why you ever got any kind of criminal record in the first place"

"I got more than corn," he said, slyly, making that mysterious guy pun that never makes any sense even if you catch them in their dirty joke, "You wanna get outta here?"

I looked at him, nodding, "Sure"

He smiled and pulled the passenger door open for me, "Gentleman are we?" I asked, climbing into the passenger side.

"Chivalry ain't dead when I'm around a girl like you" he replied, climbing into the driver's seat. He leaned forward and started messing around with some wires, like he was hijacking the car.

"We're in a stolen car, aren't we?" I asked curiosity in my voice.

"For now," he mumbled, "But I promise if I end up getting you you'll be driven around in a fully paid for beauty" he started the car and leaned back in his seat.

"If" I said as we started driving off.

We drove around for a long time, chatting about nothing and everything and then nothing at all. He finally stopped in the parking lot of some fish place in the shape of an anchor.

"So, this is where you decided to bring me?" I asked, looking at the anchor shaped monstrosity.

"Yes" He replied, sounding confident.

"For my lady" Jay said, handing me a Pepsi can full of beer. I smiled and took the can.

"Thank you," I took a large gulp of the liquid and looked around at the people around the school. Sean stared at me and shook his head as I happily downed my beer.

"Dude, I know my girlfriend's hot, but she's mine so stop staring and get your own" Jay said, in that annoying guy secret language that made his statement mean something like: 'Dude, find your own girl to fuck, that's my territory'. Guys are so dirty, that's why they're dogs.

I rolled my eyes, and finished off the can before tossing it to the side and glancing down at my nails. "Ugh, my nails are so fucking fucked up!" I said out loud, in that annoying preppy tone I used when talking about my messed up nails. Jay glanced at me and rolled his eyes.

"Well, you're still beautiful even with fucked up nails" he said, planting a small kiss on my cheek before turning back to Sean, Towerz and the Civic. Oh how I envied how much more attention Jay paid to that car than to me. I sighed and watched everyone else, running around, talking loudly, the dudes shooting hoops, they all seemed like there wasn't a care in the world, no one they had to take care of but themselves.

I had to take care of four people, lucky me. I was stressed to the limit. My mom was one of those people I had to take care of; she became a drunken piece of shit after my dad left, not like she wasn't already. Another person on my list of people to take care of was my baby brother, only 4 years old, he's a handful. The other child I was left to take care of was my rebellious little sister, she's only 12 and thinks that doesn't matter to anyone. And to top off my list, Jay, I had to take care of my own boyfriend. Not that he knows about it, he's always drunk and a moron when I have to care for him.

Ever since I moved in with him, it's been hell. I had brought only my baby brother, Derek, because Regina, my sister, had moved out and into her boyfriend's house, like that would last long. As for my mother, I checked up on her every so often. Back to the subject of my boyfriend, I never let him go out and get hammered; he always had to be home, it was easier to take care of him that way. But, Jay was constantly getting drunk to the point of passing out, it was seriously pissing me off, but I hadn't said a word to him about it. I didn't want to take his booze away from him, because I knew how it felt to need the stuff, but I didn't want him drunk every night. It was like 40 oz. to freedom.

"Alex, baby, what's wrong?" Jay's voice interrupted my thoughts.

I looked at him, "Nothing, what do you want baby?" I asked a smile on my face.

"You just looked like you were going out on me for a second. I looked around, the bell had probably rung cause no one was in site.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" he asked, I nodded.

We drove off, away from the school, away from everyone. And then away from town.