A Different Kind of Reputation

With thirty minutes and school work separating Talia and Jason apart from each other, they have to figure out ways to be the best they can be for their baby. From being the school bad boy back in high school, to being the football star daddy in college, Jason has to figure out ways to fit back in with the crowd and keep his reputation as a father. From being the school nerd to the scholar mommy, Natalia has to figure out ways to let loose and have fun while keeping her reputation as a mother. Find out what goes on in this crazy life of Jason and Natalia in the second book, A Different Kind of Reputation.


9. Chapter Nine

"Talia, I've never stopped loving you." He whispered, moving closer to my face. Inches apart. Centimeters. Millimeters. 

"Guess who's home for two weeks."

Jason's POV

The best feeling in the world is coming home to see your girlfriend, no, fiance, and your best friend about to lock lips. It's one the best feelings I've ever felt in my whole life. I've never felt so... betrayed, or... surprised in my whole life. Seeing that image in front of me it's shocking to me. Never, and I mean never, would I think my best friend would make a move on my girl. 

"Wow, I see my spot has been filled. Sorry for interrupting." I said, turning around, leaving the happy couple behind me. 

"Jason, wait!" Talia yelled. The scraping of her chair against the floor was the only thing I heard from the foyer. I slammed my bags down on the floor, before turning to come face to face with the betrayer, herself. 

"How long has this love triangle been going on for?" Blunt. Never thought I would ever say that. 

"There is no love triangle, Jason. I swear to you." 

"Bullshit!" Talia jumped back from the loudness from my voice. Good. 

"We were in the heat of the moment." She said, tears falling down her cheeks. Oh, how I hate to see her cry. I shook my head. 

"I'm you fucking boyfriend, Natalia! There should be no heat of the moment with anyone else besides me!" She sucked in a breath and looked down to the floor. "Did you sleep with him?" The oh-so-painful question. My chest became tight as she didn't answer. 

"No, I swear to you. I swear, Jason." She cried. I looked away from her, not able to take the sight of her crying. But it's not my fault this time. 

"Who came on first?" 


"Who came on first, Natalia!" 

She choked out a sob before replying, "he did." I put my hand on her shoulder and pushed her out of the way. Not too much force to knock her over, but enough force to move her. 

"I've been generous, Jackson. I let you stay in my house, in the same house as my girl and this how you thank me? By making a move on her? What the hell is that!?" Jackson wheeled his way around me. Oh no, not this time. "You know how I get when someone touches her, so why make your move?" 

"Leave it alone, Jason." 

"What are you gonna do? Run over me with your wheelchair? You're useless to me, Jackson. You have nothing to fight me with." He wheeled himself back to me, so we were lined up with each other. He stood up from his chair and pushed it away with his good foot. "You're gonna fight me? Really? She's my girlfriend!" 

"Isn't that a shame? We would've had so much fun." 

"You're a dick!" 

"Jason! Stop!" Talia yelled. She's yelling at me to stop, but she's not doing anything about it. Move to me, Natalia. Do it. Show me who you love more. The screams and cries from Macey and Tommy pierced through my ears as Jackson and I screamed at each other. Nothing, and I mean nothing would stop me from tearing his head off. Not even my own girlfriend. 

"I fucking trusted you with her!" Jackson grunted as I made another hit to his head. Concussion and a fight. Not smart, Jackson. 

"We're a team!" Jackson yelled. 

"That was before you almost stuck your tongue down my girlfriend's throat!" 

"She made no attempts to move back!" 

"I don't give a fuck, Jackson! You made a move on her!" 

"Break it up!" A voice chimed in. A familiar voice. A strong hand grabbed the collar of my shirt and tore me off of Jackson. Cile's face in my eyesight was all I could see. "Calm down, Jason. Calm down." 

"You're a fucking asshole, Philips! Get out of my damn house!" 

"Calm down," Cile said, restraining me back from killing my so-called best friend. My 'best friend' who made a move on my girlfriend. 

"You need to leave, Jackson. I called Emily. She's in the driveway." Talia said. I smirked. Good. Leave. 

"Leave, you prick." I bit. 

"Go to hell, Summers."

"See ya there, bestie," I smirked, as he wheeled himself to the front door. 

"I'll come get my things tomorrow. Goodbye Talia, thanks for a lovely week of letting me stay with you." 

"You're so fucking dead." But the restraints were too strong for me. "Let me go." 

"Not until you're calm. Which, by the way, you're fighting me, you want to rip his head off." Talia pushed Jackson's wheelchair out the door before slamming and locking the door. Cile let my arms go, and once I fixed my shirt, I grabbed Talia by her wrists and dragged her into the bathroom. 

"Jason, you're hurting me, let go." She said quietly so Cile wouldn't hear. I didn't care if he heard, I need to get her washed. His hands were on her. His lips... I shivered at the thought. 

"Did you pull away?" 


"Did. You. Pull. Away? How much clearer do you need it?"

"I didn't know he was going to do that. I expected a hug, I swear. We were in the heat of the moment, and I was talking about college."

"What exactly did he say to you?"

"He said... he said he always loved me, and that's when he came in." Came in.

"Do you love him?" Please, say no. Please, say no. 

"Of course I don't."

"You hesitated. Please, tell me now. I can't take the pain of losing this, losing us." I was shocked at my own reaction. With Jackson, it's as if the world was going to explode, but with her... it's like I'm a teddy bear. Maybe that's because it's true. I'm a teddy bear around her, and a lion when I need to be one. Seeing her crying so hard in front of me was the worst sight I could see, and I've seen many things in my eighteen years of life. 

"Jason, I swear on my father's grave. I only love you. I don't even know why Jackson said he loved me. We only dated for like three months back then, and he used me for a dare... Oh my God, am I dare to you?" 

"What? No. Since when did this turn into a dare?" 

"I'm sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. I feel so stupid... I was... I was missing you, and when he leaned in, I swear, I saw your face. I... Jason, I'm so sorry." Here come the tears. I looked away from her again, gazing up at the ceiling in the bathroom. 

"If I hadn't walked in, would you have backed away?" 

"If I realized it wasn't you." I took a deep intake of breath, shook my hands and looked back down to her. The teary eyes, the quivering lip, the red, puffy cheeks. Everything I hate seeing on my girl. My girl. 

"Please, forgive me. I'm so sorry." 

"I want you back at NYU after this small break, alright? No more staying home, and no more staying in a room by yourself with a guy. Especially Jackson." 

"What about Tyler?"

"After tonight? Not for a while. Just... please. Trust me on this." 

"Are you mad at me?"


"You're gonna hurt me, aren't you?"

"Why would you even say that?"

"That was what happened the last time you were this angry. When your vein stuck out of your neck. At the beach with Nick, remember... in the back of the car." 

"Oh, I remember that," I smirked. 

"Please, don't do that again. Please." 

"Hey, I'm not mad anymore. See, perfectly fine." I gave my best fake smile and put my arms out. She hesitated before finally moving into my arms, where she belonged. 

"I hate myself for that." 

"Don't. It wasn't you. I was just.. in the moment."


I held Talia close to my chest, as she breathed heavily in and out. The occasional sniffle came from her, and the short breaths she took each time she breathed. I moved my fingers along her stomach, trying to get rid of the thoughts coming in my mind. She loves me, only me. No one else. She couldn't love anyone else. 

"Jason?" She asked, searching for my hand. I didn't even realize I moved my hand away from her stomach, until now. 

"I'm here," I whispered, putting my hand back to where it belonged. On her. Over her. 

"I'm sorry." She mumbled. That's all she mumbled in her sleep. 'I'm sorry' about five times in the past thirty minutes. Talia tried to sleep on her own tonight, due to me being a little angry, after slamming my hand into the kitchen wall, which now has a huge dent in it, but Talia couldn't sleep. Each time I would walk in to check on her, she was kicking and mumbling 'I'm sorry' over and over again. I know my emotions get to me, but I didn't think they would affect Talia this much by giving her nightmares. I guess I'm back to keeping score. 

Angel- 100 Devil - 80


I don't know if you all realized, or remembered, but the whole Angel and Devil thing was back in the beginning chapters in the first book, so that's where that comes in. I know some of you may be worried that Jackson won't be back in the picture, and he won't be, at least for another two to three chapters. But he will be coming back, considering he is the godfather of Tommy. 

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