Yay! it's up now im off to write about a prom. ok so that huge twist i was talking about is coming in the next chapter! stick with me and im in love with your reviews!

When Sam got home she laid her dress on the couch so she could jog to the kitchen, steri strips in hand.

"Ow! Mmph! will you watch what you're doing?" Jacks voice rang through the house.

"Well if you would stop moving so much..." Mark let his voice trail off as Sam entered the room with a box of steri strips. "Thanks. Can you hold this on his chin for me I'm gonna get him some pain killers."

As mark left for the medicine cabinet Sam glared at Jack. "What?"

"Why?" She was still glaring at him though he could tell she was more relieved that he was seriously hurt than she was angry.

"He started it..." he didn't really want to talk about it.

"Who?" Jack broke eye contact, trying to look anywhere but at Sam. "Jack." Her voice brought his gaze back up and held it there.

"Pete."

"Pete Shanahan?" Jack nodded then winced from the pain that shot through his jaw. "Why did he start a fight with you? I mean I know he has a bad temper but I didn't think he would ever start a fight."

"I don't know. I was just walking out to the bus pickup and he said 'Hey Jack.' I turned around and he punched me. I think he might have muttered some thing about 'his girl' but I don't know."

"And that's how you split your jaw open? By him punching you? His girl?" she assumed Pete was talking about her unless... no, she wasn't going to consider that fact. Jack wouldn't, not to her.

"Well when he punched me I fell and hit a rock and it split my jaw. So I got up and gave him an undercut right to the jaw and knocked him out. I couldn't go home 'cause dad would've killed me for getting in a fight so I went to find mark I know he stays late too."

"YOU PUNCHED HIM BACK?"

"Well what was I gonna do? Give him flowers?"

"Well you could've tried walking away!"

"Ya know everyone says that's the best thing to do but it's really hard to do when you're the one who got punched."

"OK. Sam I need you to ease that rag off so we can clean it up a bit and dry the cut off." Sam slowly removed the rag trying to not hurt him. They managed to get the steri strips on him and sit him on the couch with orders not to talk so he doesn't move the wound. Sam handed him a note pad and a pen in case he needed to tell them something.

Sitting in the seat next to him Sam hit play on the VCR and Singin' in the Rain began to play.

Jack handed her the note pad 'hey Sam? What color dress did you get?'

'Dark blue. Is that ok?'

'Yeah of course I just need to know so I could get a vest and a tie to go with it. Can I see it?'

'Yeah hold on.' Sam left to go get her dress from her room where she had taken it when they finished with jacks cut. She brought it in to the living room, ignoring the look from Mark, and opened it so Jack could see. If they let him he would've had a smile a mile wide on his face but instead he just nodded and she took the dress back.

'It's beautiful!' he told her when she returned to her place beside him.

'Thank you. Um what time are you going to pick me up?'

'I was thinking maybe five thirty? We could go to dinner and then to prom.'

'Ok that's cool.'

Jack ripped the sheet of paper out of the note pad folded it up and put it in his pocket. Looking at his watch he saw that it was nearly seven and his mom would be wondering where he was. He knew his dad wouldn't care, he would only be angry that he'd gotten into a fight. 'Mrs. Carter? I think its time I went home. Mom'll be wondering.'

"Ok and I told you please call me Mary." She flashed a smile at him before getting her car keys and heading out the door.

"Jacob, it's not like he's taking her to a bar. It's the prom besides he's a good kid. I don't think you have anything to worry about."

"But she's my little girl I'm going to worry. And besides you don't know that he could be a mass murderer..."

"He's seventeen. Haw many seventeen year old mass murderers do you know?"

He stilled in thought for a minute "none." He said sounding defeated.

"That's what I thought. Don't worry about it she'll be fine. Now go to sleep." She rolled over indicating that the discussion was finished.

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