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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79. Chapter Seventy Nine

Jason's POV

From T:

At the hospital with Sally. Dr. Gavin said Tommy is all clean and his tests came back negative for any sign of another infection. They gave him his shots too. All healthy and ready to come back home. Sally needs to sign the papers because apparently turning eighteen in twenty-four hours isn't enough to release my baby from his care back to his mother. But she's signing them now. Should be home within the next hour, then I'll come back to school maybe. How's class?

To T

Glad he's okay, can't wait to see him again. You could've called me to come with you to sign the papers instead of Aunt Sally. You should stay home with him, you haven't seen him in a week. The class is normal, the casual learns and ditch. Jack and I got into a little fight with some junior on the team. Nothing major

Read at 10:23

From T

Keep up the ditching class, you'll be having the talks I have with you. You're a role model now babe.

To T

Yeah, I know. But if I have the same conversations you have with me, there's gonna be some problems. He won't get a girl knocked up at seventeen

Read at 10:34

From T

Just got him in the car. Gotta go to the store for some formula, we're out. Can you pick up another bottle of

"Jason, can you tell us how to get the answer to number twelve on the homework, please?" I looked up from my phone, before closing it up.

"Uh."

"Forty-five hundred times fifty, divided by twenty." Hannah, the girl who sits next to me whispered, as she wrote something in her notebook. I repeated what she said.

"That's correct, Mr. Summers. Now, hand me your phone." Mrs. Harridan said.

"Can't, family emergency. And from what I know, if there's an emergency involving a family member, I am allowed to check my phone for updates." 

"It's true, Mrs. Harridan. He told me about it." Hannah defended, raising her head.

"I'll let it slide, but don't think this is your only excuse for not paying attention." She said, before turning back to the board.

"Daddy." Someone coughed behind me.

I turned around, looking to the guy behind me. "You really want to mess with me now? First on the field and now about my family?"

"Oh, no. Continue. It's not my problem your kid is gonna grow up to be some nerd like its mother." I stood up quickly, knocking my chair to the ground.

"Mr. Summers!" Mrs. Harridan exclaimed.

"Say one more thing about her, I dare you," I said, putting my palms on the table. "Say it, you shit head. I'll have more people on you than you could imagine."

"She should've kept her legs closed." I leaned over the table and connect my fist with his jaw.

"That's enough boys!" Mrs. Harridan yelled, pulling me off of him.

"Scott, you're such an idiot. Why couldn't you just leave it alone? He has a family emergency, and you edge him on?" Hannah asked. He wiped the blood from his nose, before throwing daggers at me.

"Both of you, to the nurse. And I want both of you to be in the office after as well." Mrs. Harridan ordered.

"I'll walk them," Poppy said, standing up.

"And I'll go too. One girl isn't going to keep them apart." Hannah jumped.

"Thank you," I whispered as Scott and Poppy walked further down the hall.

"For what?" Hannah asked.

"For sticking up for me."

"Oh, it was nothing." 

"How did you know it was really a family emergency?"

"You should really learn to keep your brightness down when you're sitting next to someone. It makes it really easy to read things." 

"Hannah, wow, I never thought of you to be so snoopy."

"And I never thought of you to be such a nice guy. From the way my brother talks about you, I would've thought you were some stuck up, kid." 

"Scott is your brother?"

"Unfortunately, yes. We're twins, actually. I just got the better and nicer gene." I nodded.

"Stop flirting with my sister, Summers. Han, don't you open your legs either. Talia was exactly like you once, before he corrupted her." Scott said.

"Shut up, Scott. I could say the same thing about your toy, but I won't sneak to your level of asshole." Hannah replied.

"Toy?" I asked.

"That girl," Hannah replied.

"Poppy is banging Scott?"

"Pretty much, if you want to put it that way. Apparently, she wanted to prove she was over some guy she dated, and that's how it went down. It's been going on for.... three months now, maybe? She's always over when I get home."

"I never thought of Poppy as one of the people to do that."

"It's always the ones who you don't expect."

"So have you done shit like that?"

"I don't kiss and tell." I looked at her. "But no, I haven't. I plan to keep myself clean and untouched. And as long as I'm living with Scott, no guy can touch me."

"So, you've never..."

"Nope. Scott may act like a douche, but he's the most protective guy I know. He protects me and surprisingly Poppy, even though they're friends with benefits."

"Well, this is where we leave you. Can you two please not fight for once, and maybe get along?" Hannah asked.

"Sure, sis."

"I have to do this role model shit, so sure." Hannah nodded, before walking off with Poppy.

"You and poppy, eh?" I asked.

"What's it matter to you?" Scott asked, sitting on the cot.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just, she's my girlfriends best friend, so you know, kinda protective of her. That's one thing we have in common, right?"

"Where are you going with this?" 

"You protect Poppy and Hannah, the ones you love. And I protect my girlfriend and my kid. The ones I love."

"Love? Nah, I don't love poppy. She's a freak in the bedroom, that's it." 

"Your sister is a good person, you know?" 

"Yeah, she is. No one has corrupted her yet."

"Reminds me of my girlfriend." He raised his eyebrow. "My girl, before she met me, was Miss. perfect and miss. Know-it-all. And once she met me, man, things changed. I found some things out and found out she isn't perfect and all that shit. You'd be surprised. And I bet... you can see right through Poppy. You can see how she is." He looked to me. "Truce?"

"Why?"

"I have a kid now. I can't be the guy I was before. I gotta show him I'm a good person, and I gotta show him what good people do. As my girl puts it, I gotta be a role model to my son." He looked at my hand, before shaking it. "I could help you out with your sister too. She's a good person. A person who shouldn't be corrupted by these pricks in this school. We call it truce, you bang Poppy, I help you with Hannah, you quit talking 'bout my family, and we're happy." He nodded.

Natalia's POV

I hummed a tune as I folded the laundry, my feet shuffling on the floor, and my head bobbing to the non-existing music. I've been home an hour, and all I did was clean and do laundry. Most of the laundry is Jason's, and he's lucky enough to have someone who loves him so much.

"Are you sure I can leave? I could stay and watch him while you do this." Sally asked.

"You have things to do, it's fine to leave me here. You can always come back later if you want. Just do what you have to do."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, just go. And plus, Jason is will be home soon, so I'm sure he'll be cranky." She smiled and nodded.

"Call me if you need anything, yeah?"

"I will. I have to pick Macey up from daycare, and Zack from the sitter b-"

"I can do it for you."

"It's fine, really. You should go and do what you have to do with Addison." I smiled, just as the door opened.

"I can't believe you're friends with Scott McRoy now." Jackson laughed, throwing his backpack on the ground.

"Honestly, me either," Jason replied, walking into the living room.

"Hey." He smiled, kissing my cheek.

"Hey, how was your day?" I asked, picking up one of Tommy's pacifiers from the ground.

"Interesting." He replied, picking up the baby blanket.

"Thanks." I whispered.

"Hear this one, T. Jason is now friends with Scott McRoy," Jackson informed.

"Scott? Isn't he the one who gives you trouble?"

"Yeah, we got into a small fight today. Hannah and Poppy walked us both to the nurse. And we called it a truce." 

"Since you two are here, you finish folding the laundry, while I take the baby to pick up Macey and Zack." I smiled, handing Jason the laundry basket.

"Or, you leave the baby here, and I watch him."

"Unless you wanna go grocery shopping, then be my guest."

"But you just went shopping."

"Yes, but someone didn't bring home a bottle of soda, which I asked you to do. And I have to get things for Macey and things for myself. And diapers and my pills, so, be my guest to go shopping." 

"You have fun, I'll do the laundry."

"That's what I thought. Don't forget the baby's clothes gets folded and put into the closet, not the drawers." They both nodded.

 

I wheeled the cart over to the aisle with the baby needs, as Macey honked the horn in the small car at the end of the cart. Zack sat in the cart, with his legs fully spread out and his back against the back of the wagon, while Tommy sat in his car seat, facing me on the top part of the cart. Strange looks from bystanders came as I walked down the aisle. I guess when you push around three little kids in a stroller at the age I am, you get looks.

I picked up the package of Huggies, put them in the cart next to my little brother, then picked up a package of baby wipes. "How's the traffic looking, Mace?" I asked as I wheeled the cart away.

"Clear." She replied, putting her left hand out, as we turned down an aisle. Jason recently taught her the turn signals when driving a motorcycle. Obviously, I was thrilled that my five-year-old sister is learning turn signals. But she caught on really easily and really fast. Granted, it's not that hard, but I was still surprised.

Looking down at my list, one thing popped out. I guess Jason wasn't supposed to put cigarettes on the list, which he probably didn't even realize, but he's still smoking.

"Hey, Mace?"

"Mhm."

"Does Jason ever smoke in the car with you?"

"Hmmm, yes."

"He does? Are you telling the truth?"

"No." I sighed.

To Jason

Can't get your cigarettes

Read at 3:59 pm

From Jason

What?

To Jason

Your cigarettes. I'm too young, guess you'll have to take the list yourself and get them. Watch where you write things down next time. And lying to me isn't going to get you anywhere either.

Read at 4:11 pm

"A few more things and then we can go home and get dinner started. And Macey, you can do your homework."

 She nodded, before stepping out of the small car. "I don't want to be in there anymore."

"Alright, walk next to me." The rest of the shopping visit went smoothly, except for the part where I did get Jason's cigarettes. Turns out, I look older than I am. I'm not happy I spent my own money on those disgusting, killing sticks, but Jason needs to learn.

Looking to my phone, once in the car, there were six missed calls from Jason and four texts. I guess that's what happens when he screws up. He needs to realize I'm not that little girl who was scared of everything anymore. I'm not the girl who will put up with everything and watch it happen. Not anymore.

To Nick

Need your help with something. You up for it?

Read at 4:45 pm

From Nick

Depends... will I get killed for it?

To Nick

Don't worry about that. Can you help?

Read at 5:00 pm

From Nick

I guess. What is it?

To Nick

You still have the stuff from Wyatt's party?

Read at 5:05 pm

From Nick

Yes?

To Nick

Great. I have Macey with me. I'll drop her off quickly and come to your house. Get everything ready. I'll explain what's happening when I get there... may want to wear some kind of vest or face mask

Read at 5:10 pm

From Nick

Oh god

 

"Do you have everything?" I asked.

"Yeah, and why are you doing this?" Nick asked, pulling the white powder from the small bag. He set the pill bottle on the table, along with the lighter.

"I told you why. Jason thinks I'm at Amber's. Now, text him and tell him to come over. Addison is there with the babies and Macey, so he can just leave." He took a deep breath before pressing letters on his phone.

"He said he's coming."

"Okay. No one is home, right?"

"Does it look like anyone is home?"

"Don't be smart with me."

"Don't be stupid."

"Get me vodka."

"Yes, ma'am." Nick got out of the position he was previously in on the couch and opened up a small cabinet.

"Here, don't drink it all, it's my stepdad's." I poured the liquor on my clothes, before soaking my shirt with it. "What the hell are you doing!?" Nick exclaimed.

"Give me your shirt."

"What the hell? No, I don't feel like dying at eighteen!"

"Nick! Give me your stupid shirt!"

"Talia, I won't give you my shirt. Either you dry yourself off or y-"

"He's here," I whispered. "Quick, light this all up." He did as he was told, and emptied the pill bottle, then quickly moving the powder around with his credit card.

"Give me that," I whispered as he lit a cigarette.

"Yo, your door was unlocked." Jason's voice erupted.

"Give me your shirt," I whispered. He huffed before pulling his shirt off and throwing it to me. Sliding the shirt on, I grabbed the burning killing stick back into my hand, before playing with the credit card in my hands.

"What the hell?" Jason asked. I nodded to Nick, before he stood up, surprised. "What the hell is going on? Is that coke?" I turned around, with Nick's shirt still on my body, and my hair dripping wet with vodka.

"Are you wearing hi... what the fuck, Natalia? Is this some kind of game? Who even are you? Sitting with Nick, doing drugs, smoking? Wearing his damn shirt." He said, pushing Nick around.

"You touched her, didn't you? That's why your shirt is on her? When did this all happen, huh? You probably threatened her or some shit to do this. Tell me, Nick. What did you do to do this." Jason said, slamming Nick into a wall. I stood up, frazzled.

"Tell me!"

"Jason, stop!"

"It was... her idea man! I swear!" Nick's face turned red, as Jason squeezed his neck tighter.

"Jason, stop! Just stop! He's telling the truth!" 

"Fine, if he's telling the truth, put the cigarette in your mouth."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"You're a hypocrite, you know that? Telling me not to smoke and then I find you here, in a halfway house with my best friend, doing worse shit than I do." He said. "So, put in your mouth."

"Fine." I gave in, bringing the cigarette to my mouth. I held it there for a second, before taking it out.

"Talia, that wasn't part of the plan. You said you wouldn't take anything." Nick said, looking up to me.

"That was before my boyfriend turned into a prick. I'll try every single little thing on this damn table if I have to. I'll do anything to get him to stop smoking." 

"What's going on?" Jason asked.

"She came here all crazy, said she wanted to you to stop smoking. When she asked for the vodka, I knew the idea was going downhill." I reached for the credit card, before piling a small mount of powder in front of me.

"Talia, what are you doing?" Nick asked.

"Talia, your body can't take that, put down the money." 

"God dammit, Natalia. I ask you to do one thing, and you never do it." Jason said. His arms flung around my waist before he picked me up and set me in front of him.

"Wanna explain?" He asked.

"Stop smoking."

"Talia, if you want me to stop smoking, just tell me."

"How many times have I asked you to do that, huh? How many times have you told me, 'okay, T, I will,' and then you just start again? How many times are you going to smoke, before it kills you? Jason, you keep lying to me about smoking, and I hate it. You know I hate you smoking. Before it was just for stress, but now it's practically every day. You go sit outside and take a smoke. You could be smoking in the car with Macey for all I know, or with Tommy. I won't put up with it anymore. I hate it. You're killing your self by doing that."

"You want me to stop? I'll stop."

"I know you way too well. It's either me or smoking. You can't do both. Just remember, you have a kid now. Think of him." I said, before walking away from him.

 

"When I got the news today, I didn't know what to say, so I just hung up the phone. Took a walk to clear my head and this is where the walking led, can't believe you're really gone. Don't feel like going home. So I'm gonna sit right here, on the edge of this pier and watch the sunset disappear and drink a beer." I sang quietly, as Tommy's eyes fluttered close. His lips let the bottle go smoothly, meaning he was sound asleep.

"Goodnight baby," I whispered, kissing his small, soft forehead. I placed Tommy in his crib, before running my hand down his small face.

"Can we talk?" Jason asked as I turned around. He stood there with his back on the door frame and his arms at his side, his hair, slicked back and dark, with his chain handing down his neck.

"Yeah," I whispered, before pressing one last kiss to Tommy's forehead. I closed the small light on the corner table, before closing the door slightly.

"Listen, what went down today, I don't want to happen again. You know how protective I am of you, and how serious I am when it comes to either other harming you or you harming yourself. And what you were doing today, whether it was to prove me wrong or whatever, it was harming yourself."

"Then stop."

"Talia, it's not that easy."

"Why not? Addison stopped, why can't you?"

"Addison stopped because he found Phoebe, he loves her, that's why he stopped."

"But you won't stop for me, I get it. You haven't found your phoebe yet?"

"Oh my god, no. Would you listen to me?" I looked down as his arm stretch out between us to hang on the wall. "Addison also doesn't have to worry about his grades, or what college he's going to. Or what his next move will be to piss his girlfriend off. Or, how he's going to pay for his school, his family, his house. He doesn't have a kid to worry about. I do, T. Don't you see? Addison isn't stressed out anymore. His parents are off his back, he has a stable education, he has a girlfriend, he lives at home, he doesn't have things to worry about like that. But I do. I have to worry about the bills, the school bills, the cars, the baby, you, me. I don't have parents to do that for me."

"I told you, you don't have to worry about that."

"But I do, I have to worry about that. No matter what you say, I will always worry about the money in things. And you know what? That stresses me out. It stresses me out that we're going to college. And that I can't do the things I want to do because I have a kid. I am constantly stressing now, and I'm always worrying about everything." He said, shaking his head.

"Then stop stressing."

"I can't can't you see that? Every second, I'm stressing. About you, about the baby, about school, Macey, Zack e-" my lips landed on his quickly, catching him off guard.

"Stop stressing." He nodded. "Say you won't stress."

"I won't stress."

"We have a couple hours until he wakes up. He's sound asleep." He nodded and pushed us into the bedroom.

"Stop stressing."

"Baby, I'm not stressing right now, am I? I'm focused."

"Good. Because we're young and we need some fun in our lives."

"With the handy dandy protection."

"Even though I'm now on the pill."

"Yes, even though you're on the pill."

"Sweet Jesus, baby, you have no idea how much I missed this." I laughed, before pressing my finger to his lips.

"We have Macey today."

"She heard us before." I covered my mouth as I laughed.

"If I tickle you, will you be loud?"

"Yes, so don't do anything."

"Don't do anything? I thought I was told not to stress?"

"Oh my god, shut up and enjoy this moment, will you?"

"Gladly." 

 

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