The Bad Boy's Reputation

Two completely opposite people; Natalia Grey the school nerd, teacher's pet. She's a big sister and role model. She believes in love at first sight. She wants the fairytale love, the one where you find your prince and live happily ever after.

Jason Summers the school bad boy, player and football player. He does what he wants, when he wants. It's his way or no way. He's the type of guy who doesn't date, doesn't believe in love nor wants it.

Talia only sees one side of Jason and that's his bad boy side; the jerk. Jason only sees one side of Talia and that's her nerdy side; geeky glasses and pulled back hair.

What happens when these two completely opposite teens are forced to see each and talk to each other every single day? What happens when the two teenagers realize there's more to the story than meets the eye? Will their opinions change? Find out in The Bad Boy's Reputation.

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54. Chapter Fifty Four

Natalia's POV

"Can we just stay like this?" I asked as I drew circles around Jason's chest.

"I think we finally can." He replied, looking down at me.

"I'm still embarrassed about last night."

"I told you not to be."

"I know, but I am."

"But luckily, Carly's gone, and there's nothing to be put in our heads." I nodded and turned my head, so my nose was pressing against his chest. I put one kiss on his chest and turned my head back to the normal position.

"Can you believe how much of a sap you've turned into?"

"Don't mention it." He groaned.

"Why not? I think it's cute how sappy you've got."

"I don't. I don't like being a sap." He said. "No, it's adorable. You're like a little puppy." I laughed. He rolled his eyes and moved his hand up and down my arm.

"Is Macey still sick?"

"Yeah, the fever hasn't moved, so she doesn't have to go to the hospital."

"That's good."

"Yeah."

"Anything from your parents yet?"

"Zac texted me before when you were still asleep. They're gonna be a few more weeks. Since they're not having a wedding or a honeymoon, they decided to take this time in California to kind of relax, and take time to themselves." 

"Are you okay with that?"

"I mean, it would be nice to have my parents around. But at least they trust me enough to be home alone. And they trust their kids to be with you, and me, and your family."

"My aunt brought something up to me one day... Have you ever thought of, maybe adopting Macey as your own?" I looked at him. "I mean, you're like her mom, you've basically raised her." 

"I don't know. I can't adopt her as my own, my mom wouldn't allow that."

"It was just a suggestion." I smiled and entwined our fingers together.

"Are you two ever getting out of bed, or?" Addison asked.

"Never," I replied, holding onto Jason.

"Well, since all this stupid drama is over, we're thinking about going out for breakfast. If you two love birds feel up to it, you can tag along."

"I'm starving," I said, sitting up, holding the blanket to my chest.

"Alright, well, get dressed. There's a hungry Bri, a hormonal Ade, and one hell of a chirpy Harrison." I laughed and nodded.

"Get out so I can change!" I yelled. He laughed, and got out, leaving Jason and me alone again. "Let's get dressed."

"No, no, come back." He groaned, pulling my arm back.

"Jase, I'm hungry."

"Stay."

"I want to eat."

 

We piled into Adelaide's car since she has the Range Rover. Harrison drove, Adelaide sat passenger, Bria and Addison sat in the back, and Jason and I sat in the way back. The three seater. "Oh my god, I love this song!" Bria exclaimed, as the guitar solo for What Makes You Beautiful started to play. Adelaide turned it up louder, so it was blasting our ears, and Bria's voice invaded the car.

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, but when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, you don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful! If only you saw what I can see, you'll understand why I want you so desperately. Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe, you don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh. That's what makes you beautiful!" Bria and I screamed.

"No way, you like one direction!?" Bria asked, turning to face me.

"Who doesn't!"

"Favorite member?" She asked.

"Louis, you?"

"Niall."

"Bria, stop stealing my girlfriend."

"Stop stealing my spotlight, bubba."

"I thought we agreed never to call each other that," Bria smirked, and turned back around.

"Two can play at this game, tight." He said. Bria turned around quickly, as Addison broke out into laughter.

"Why are you laughing, poopie?"

"Am I the only one who didn't get a name?" Adelaide asked.

"No, Dede."

"I'm so confused," I said, looking at the family.

"Jason is the youngest, so he couldn't pronounce all our names when he was a little muffin," Bria explained.

"I was not a muffin."

"Oh, you were quite the big baby. Aunt Alex fed you everything." Addison laughed.

"I wasn't fat." Jason huffed, crossing his arms.

"Whatever you say, bubba."

"Oh shut up, poopie." Jason fought back.

"Both of you shut up," I said.

"You shouldn't be talking, Natty." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"All of you, shut up. Poopie, Natty, Bubba, Tighty, Dede, all of you." Harrison said, turning into a parking lot.

"Can it, Harrisburg," Bria said, getting out of the car. Harrison groaned and got out of the car with the rest of us.

"If you're all going to keep fighting, I'll take Talia back to the house, and leave all of you here."

"Yeah." I stomped. The restaurant was filled when we walked in. No one was waiting, but the tables were all taken up. Like, how many people are actually eating at the Pancake House in the Hamptons?

"Table for six," Harrison informed the hostess.

"Okay, there's about a ten-minute wait. If you could just give me your name, I'll call you when the table is ready." He said. Harrison gave him his name, as we all sat down. Due to the limited amount of space and a pregnant Adelaide, two people had to stand. And those two people? Jason and I. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I felt his breath close to my ear.

"I may have to change your nickname after seeing you in this outfit." He said, running his hands down my stomach.

"Yeah? To what?" I asked, getting limp as his hands went down my thighs.

"I don't know, but after seeing you in this tank top and shorts...." I fell into his arms and looked up at him.

"What do you say we take a trip out to the car?"

"That's Adelaide's car."

"Yeah?"

"That's wrong."

"So? It hasn't stopped us from doing it on the beach, or in Brooklyn park, or in my car, or-"

"alright, I get it." 

"Hey, Talia needs her jacket from the car. Can I see the keys to getting it?" Jason asked. Harrison nodded, and handed the keys to Jason, before smirking to me.

"Ade, wipe down your car after we're done in here," Bria informed as we walked to the door.

"Something tells me they aren't getting her jacket." Someone said before we fully left the restaurant.

"The windows are tinted," Jason said, locking the door. I nodded and took a deep breath.

"It's hot in here." He turned the key in the ignition and put the air on full blast.

"We'll be quick."

 

"That was quicker than I anticipated." Bria laughed, as Jason and I sat at the table.

"Took a while finding her jacket, huh Jason?" Harrison asked. I blushed and bent my head down.

"Really, in my car! That's gross. Did you at least wipe down the seats?" Adelaide asked.

"Nope. So, you're welcome you two. I hope you have the best time driving your little baby in the back of your, now contained car." 

"You're an asshole." Adelaide laughed, throwing her napkin at Jason.

"I try." He replied.

"Jase?" Addison asked. We both looked to him. "Is it just me, or does that guy look like-"

"your dad," I whispered, turning to see the man.

"I thought it was you, but I didn't want to believe it." Jason's father smiled. We all just stared at him, and then Jason. "What are you kids doing here?"

"What are you doing here? Get out of prison, and you can suddenly afford the Hamptons?" 

"How old are you all now? I haven't seen you up close in... Ten, eleven years?"

"Twenty-one and twenty-three."

"Wow, you've all grown. How's your mom?"

"Don't act like you care about this family." Jason spat.

"I see a new face at the table. Who is this lovely lady?" He smiled, turning to me. After hearing the stories about this man... I know he has hurt Jason and Mrs. Summers, badly. From what Jason told me, you don't want to know this man.

"I'm... Uh, Natalia. Natalia McKinley. Jason's girlfriend." Jason turned to me with wide eyes. He's never heard me use the name McKinley, especially not without the Grey.

"Well, I'll leave you all alone now. I look forward to meeting you again, Natalia." He smiled, before touching my shoulder. Jason didn't like that. Not one bit.

"Get your hand off of her," Jason said, standing up.

"Son, it's a friendly gesture."

"Friendly gesture, my ass. Now take your hand off of her."

"Jase, calm down," I said, putting my hand in his, as his dad's hand stayed on my shoulder.

"I'm not saying it again. Get your hand off of her, before I make you take it off." The whole restaurant had eyes towards us. Some sipped their coffee and watched, while others ate their breakfasts over their laps. Jason took a step closer to his father, and Addison was the first one out of his seat, standing behind Jason.

"Think about this Jason. Does Natalia really want to see you behind bars, for fighting me in a public place?" He asked.

"Think about this, pops. Does a registered sex offender really wanna be putting his hands on someone who's a minor?" Jason asked. They both narrowed their eyes at each other. I see the resemblance in Jason and his father. The facial features, the way they stand, and act. It's all the same. They always push for more. They always push for fights. But one thing I've learned. Jason is nothing like his father. "So, once again, take your hand off of my girlfriend, and leave us alone. And stop following me."

"Following you? My girlfriend lives here."

"That's impossible. You're incapable of loving someone."

"And you are? I've seen your records."

"Jason lets just go. We can make something back at the house." I shook my head.

"He needs this," 

Jason's father looked to me and tilted his head. "McKinley... Cile McKinley?"

"He doesn't go by that."

"Cile McKinley. Yeah, we played some ball back in the slammer." I looked down, as Jason's cousins looked at me.

"Talk about her family one more time." Jason threatened.

"I don't need to. Cile McKinley is a registered sex offender. He's actually on the list."

"He's off the list."

"Never would've guessed that. How did that happen?"

"One of his friends, I-"

"Jason!" I exclaimed, standing up. Addison reached for Jason's collar on his hoodie and pulled his up.

"I told you not to talk about her family." His father laughed, and nodded.

"All of you, out! Get out before I call the police!" The Russian voice yelled. Jason took my hand in his, and stomped out of the restaurant, with his family following behind. The car ride was silent. The radio wasn't on. No one spoke. No one could be heard. The only sound was from the air conditioner, and the car running.

"So, I'll make some breakfast when we get to the house," Harrison spoke, breaking the ice. No one answered. He nodded and pulled into the driveway.

"We have to talk," Jason said, grabbing my elbow.

"Um, I don't think we do."

"Oh, yes we do." He laughed, pulling me into a room down the hall. The desk was pushed against the wall, was two couches that took up the room. A bookcase stood on the left side of the door, and a nightstand next to it. A small picture of the beach hung on the right side of the wall, with a yellow frame, and a small signature at the bottom of the picture.

"A registered sex offender?" He asked, pinching the brim of his nose.

"He's off the list."

"But he was once a sex offender, Talia."

"So? I trust him with my life." 

"He's a registered sex offender, who was on the list, but is now off the list, but he's still in the system as a sex offender. And you left your sister and brother with him!?"

"Jason, I trust my uncle with my whole life. He isn't like that anymore. He cleaned up his act." He shook his head and took a deep breath.

"How did he become a sex offender?" He asked, pacing the floor.

"What?"

"You heard me. How did he become a sex offender."

"I don't know, something about a young girl, and her parents or something. I've only read it in the newspaper." But instead of showing my lie, I hid it. I looked him right in the eyes. I know they say honesty is key, but in this case, honesty could possibly lock up my boyfriend, kill my uncle, and ruin my family.

"I can't keep doing this if you're going to lie to me."  looked at him. "I can read you like an open book, Talia. I know when you're lying. And I can't keep this going if you keep lying to me. You lied straight to my face. You looked in my eyes, and told me a lie." 

"Jason, my uncle is the only living sibling on my dad's side of the family. He's the only uncle I have left. If I tell you the truth, then... Who knows what could happen."

"At least let me read the article."

"Jason I-"

"that's all I ask." He whispered. I nodded. I looked up Cile McKinley on safari on my phone and pulled up the news article, which explains what happened. Jason's eyes scanned the screen, as his forehead creased, and his hand wiped over his face. "Eight years old?" He asked. I didn't answer.

He put my phone down and looked at me. "It's you, isn't it?" I looked down. "Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"Because... I don't know. It's not exactly what you want your boyfriend to hear. Yeah, when I was eight, my uncle touched me inappropriately, and was sent to jail for five years." 

"So, what about all those times you spend at your uncle's house?"

"I spent it there. Just... Not with him." He looked at me. "One of my mom's close friends, who wasn't moved up yet, worked part time. And he would go to my uncle's house every day, morning to night. And on the days he would work, he would take me to a sitter."

"Zac." I nodded.

"When... He, um, would you know. There was a day Zac was coming to pick me up. My uncle worked at the time, and yeah. Zac saw it. And beat the hell out of uncle Cile."

"And that's why you don't like him." I nodded.

"Listen to me." He said, tilting my chin up. "This week has been crazy, yeah?" I nodded. "But the truth doesn't mean I don't love you." He smiled. 

"Now, let's see what's going on out there." He smiled, taking my hand in his. "I love you, okay?" He asked.

I nodded. "I love you too,"

"Ham and cheese omelets, with bacon and toast for m'lady," Harrison said, putting a plate in front of me. I smiled and dug into my eggs. "And hash browns for bubba." He smirked. Jason rolled his eyes and ate his home fries.

"Hey, um," Adelaide said, walking into the kitchen.

"Hey, you okay? You were up there for a while."

"Yeah, um, we have a problem."

"Clogged toilet? Bria can fix it again." He laughed.

"No, um, I think I'm in labor."

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