I thought I'd upload a few chapters at the same time to see if I can spark anyone's interest. Also if anyone reads this I forgot to add before that constructive criticism is welcome and that I'm not great with spelling grammar etc. so let me know if I need to fix anything :) Also I own nothing, apart from the laptop I am writing this on. So don't sue me haha, would be worth your time and money anyway ;)

Chapter 3

… Fortune Teller …

Hanson was waiting outside one of the classrooms early the next day. As usual, Doug had gotten himself on detention on the first day of school. Tom knew they had to play a character but it could be incredibly annoying having to come in so early. Especially when he had had trouble sleeping the night before.

Today Tom was even more irritated as there was a girl sitting across from him, also presumably waiting for someone who had been staring at him for the last 15 minutes. As he tried to pull his sleeves down to block out the cold, he realised why.

His fingers brushed the tattoo on his arm and he was immediately filled with nostalgia. He had hated it when he first got it. He felt embarrassed by it. It was a constant and permanent reminder of his tendency to lose his good judgement when he was feeling particularly stressed or trapped. It was a constant reminder of this characteristic that he despised in himself. But now he quite liked his tattoo and what it represented. It reminded him of how good it felt to be rebellious and not always do what people expect of you. As for that weekend with Russel Buckins, he loved being totally free. Free of responsibility and most importantly free from the expectations of others.

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw the girls eyes move from his fingers that were touching his tattoo to his face. "You thinking of getting a matching one?" he asked playfully. It felt nice to talk to this girl who knew nothing about him, nothing about Tom Hanson. He didn't see any concern in her eyes just curiosity.

This was different to what he was used to, most of the people he worked with every day at Jump Street knew almost everything about him. It was always hard to keep a secret in that place. But Tom always managed to keep a bit of himself a mystery. Sometimes he considered letting on he was finding things hard but he always decided against it. He was too relieved that they had finally let up on him about his last adventure to Fulsom prison. It had only been two weeks week since they stopped constantly asking him how he was; and the worrying looks they gave from their desks that they thought he didn't notice were lessening.

He empathised deeply with Harry, as Jude was still pestering him about what happened. If Harry was anything like Tom he would just want to try and forget. Forgetting of course is rather difficult when someone makes it their sole purpose to remind you every day about the thing you are trying so hard to ignore. Tom was finding out it was harder to just forget than he anticipated. Even with his friends not bringing it up anymore he was struggling more than he anticipated to just let it go.

"Oh, no, I would never," she said quickly. Tom realised she was right, most teenagers wouldn't dream of getting a tattoo. He was certain at her age he would never have dreamed he would one day have a tattoo. But then again he would never have imagined he would have been to prison either.

"Never say never, you can't predict the future," he said a little too profoundly for a Mcquaid. She looked taken aback. Tom soon realised it wasn't in reaction to his wise words, but instead to the intimidating looking boy approaching.

"Wendy, I looked for you all day yesterday," he said clearly frustrated.

"That's probably because I was avoiding you. Learn to take a hint next time!" Hanson noticed the anger rising quickly in the boy.

"Why don't you listen to her and back off ok," Hanson interrupted.

"You of all people should know, no always means yes," he said winking at Tom, making his skin crawl. News of the 'real' reason The McQuaids were kicked out of their last school had obviously already spread. The boy began at that moment to run his hand up the girls' shirt.

"Piss off Robert!" She said and pushed him away furiously.

"Alright, it's time for you to leave," Hanson interrupted again. This time Robert was visibly aggravated.

"Why don't you piss off, this has nothing to do with you!" he said shoving Hanson into the locker.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" The officer warned, expecting Robert to calm down. Unfortunately the officer's instincts failed him as before he knew it he saw a flash of white and felt his body go limp and fall to the floor.

A few minutes later Doug found Hanson slumped on the floor outside the classroom with a girl leaning over him. 'That smooth bastard' he thought, always going out of his way to show Doug up with the ladies. It was only when he saw his partners bloody nose he realised something was wrong.

"What the hell happened," he asked deeply concerned.

"I'm fine, " Tom replied, as he slowly regained consciousness. "I just didn't see it coming is all,".

"I think you may need glasses Tommy, because a bloody nose like that didn't come from nowhere I assure you!" He joked.

"I'm so sorry about your face," the girl chimed in, "He has such a hot temper, that why I left him, you know", she shrugged looking incredibly guilty.

"Don't worry about it, better my ugly mug than your pretty face." Tom replied innocently.

Apparently word had spread very quickly around the school about what happened to Tom. The brothers were extremely annoyed to find out that Mathew in light of the event had decided he didn't want to deal with them. Apparently he thought wiser of doing business with a 'pretty boy with a big mouth who couldn't defend himself and his larger and much stupider older brother'.

The officers spent the whole drive home brain storming ideas about how to get Mathew to change his mind in order to get their case back on track. What was really driving them though was the hunger to restore their severely dented pride. By the time they went to bed that night they had already completed step one of their plan.