I was walking through the ally way. People from the party that we just had were running and screaming and having fun, except for me. I didn't get permission from my dad. I knew that my dad will kill me this time for coming late. He told me to come home before 11 when ever I go out, but it was 1am and I was freaking out. I made sure my little brother was fast asleep before I left, which was at 9pm.

I don't think my dad likes me much, he never spends time with me and rarely says hi when I'm around. I mean, I'm his daughter why does he give me so little attention? I know he doesn't need to take care of me anymore because I am 15 and able to take care of my self, but ever since my mum died, I was left alone, no friends and no family other than my little brother, Aiden , who is 3 years old. I love him so much, because he has inherited every feature of my mother. I only got her eyes and beautiful curvy figure.

My mum died three weeks after Aiden was born, and ever since That time I've been taking care of him as if he's my son, but he is my brother and I am his older sister and I'm the only one who takes care of him... The cause of my mother's death was unknown, but I was told she died because of a car accident while she was coming back home from an appointment, though I had a feeling in my heart that it was no car crash.

I was walking the opposite way of the crowd while they were  running and singing and doing all those stupid things drunk people would do. Some even making out in the corners of the dark ally, yuck.

While walking through  the ally, a figure was stumbling aimlessly down the ally. Sooner as I got closer to the figure, a really attractive guy that seems to have had a lot of alcohol, since he was swaying from left to right singing at the top of his lungs the song Let Her Go, came towards me, really on the verge of crashing to the floor. He didn't seem to notice me because he walked past me, but, before he could walk past he tripped by a crack that was on the concrete, crashed into me, and made the both of us fall to the ground. I hurriedly pushed myself away from him and got up. Not really knowing what to do, since he was the one that got the blow and saved my body from being squished by his giant body frame, I panicked and asked " Are you ok?!"

Oh yeah of course he is, he's doing great, just a minor blow to his head from the fall that probably gave him concussion.. He's totally fine Rebecca. My annoying conscious said sarcastically.

He burst out laughing for no reason and I stared at him like he was crazy. "Uh sir..." I bent down and tried to pull him up but failed.

God! What the hell does this man do for a living? Lifting? Eating a lot? But he seems fit and not fat. Oh my god....

His laughter turned into chuckles then he opened his eyes and look at me.

Wow. Was all I could think of right now. Those eyes... His eyes Sparkling like a million sapphire and emerald gems under the light of the moon and dimly lit street lamps that keep flicking on and off.

The man stared at me for a while. The whole world seemed to stop and the only people in the world that I could see were only him and I. But I got too embarrassed for no reason and  turned my eyes away from his beautiful greenish blue eyes, not wanting to stare. He looked like he was in his own world, probably trying to remember what happened to him. I got impatient and cleared my throat to get back his attention. He seemed to snap out of his trance, followed by him speaking with an amazingly deep voice that would melt any girl into a puddle, " I'm sorry miss" with a smile he tried to get up took a step, tripped again and quickly threw his hands out to the wall that I unconsciously took steps towards.

His head was mere inches away from mine, his huge muscles arms caching me between his frame and the brick wall.

My heart started beating really fast that I was scared I might die any second. "I-I-I- s-sir...what...ugh- excuse me...." I stupidly stuttered, looking anywhere trying to avoid his scorching gaze.

Looking down at me, me being 5'6 compared to his 6feet something, he inhaled a deep breath from the three inches or so proximity of my hair form his face, then moved away slowly trying to stand upright.

The stupidly handsome man started to lean on his right side mindlessly, seeming out of control of his body. Just exactly how many bottles of alcohol did he drink? 50? 60?

I quickly moved towards him and helped to keep him up. Pft.. Damn he's heavy! Once he regained his balance, I asked him if he had anyone accompanying him to this party.

"Yeaaaah, Jackson my left hand bro! He probably is hooking up with a blond bimbo right now." Mystery man answered with a slight slur to his voice.

"Can I use your phone to call him?" I asked as I extended my hand out.

Not hesitating for once, he took out his phone and passed it to me. "1992." Mystery man leaned into me, causing me to stumble back a bit and try to hold him up. I'm gonna have a sore back tomorrow...

I guess that's his password. I typed the number in and went straight to contacts. Holy fudge kings! The doosh had 303 contacts in his contacts list! He must be popular...

I went to search and typed in Jackson's name, I was lost as I stared at the many Jacksons in the list. " uhm, what's your right hand man's surname?" I cleared my throat and asked.

"Ailvermore." The drunky muttered. Why do I keep on calling him different names? Stick to one name woman! I shall call him mystery doosh!

Finding jackson's name, I quickly dialled the number. And waited.

Waited.

And waited.

"Yo my man, my friend, my brother! ." Someone answered after the tenth ring. 

"Ugh hey Jackson....your friend.... needs you. Where are you?" I asked in a hesitant tone, not sure of what to say and what the name of the mystery doosh is.

"Hey who the fuck  are you and what are you doing with my brother's phone?" Jackson screamed,  almost blowing my right ear. That man starting to annoy me to no point already.

"Where the fuck are you, your friend is drunk and needs you, if you don't come right now I will leave him on the brick wall singing his head off." I threatened him in an irritated and monotone voice.

"sheesh kebabs. I'm coming, just tell me where you're  at." Ass hole, I wanted so badly to tell him.

"Coburgh Street." I said then ended the call.

I'm not a patient woman, people gotta accept that I really hate socialising and waiting. Two main problems I have. I should of not trusted that brunette bitch Bailey, where the heck is she anyway?

I looked up to mystery doosh and stared at him with a really bored face.

He seemed to be  in wonderland, not knowing where he was going as he started to let go of his hold around my waist and walked a couple of steps away. If I wasn't there for him, he would of walked straight for the brick wall. Hurriedly walking to him, I quickly I stopped him from walking straight through the brick wall by pulling his muscly arm that was double the size of my small hands and re wrapped my arms around his massive torso.

Mystery man then wrapped his arms around my and held me close to him, sticking his head in the crook of my neck.

My skin is sensitive, it started to tickle me so I pulled away from him for a bit, beating myself from the inside for letting a guy get close to me, and fregging trusting him even though he's drunk from earth to cloud nine! What the crack is going on with me?! Why! Why am I letting him this close to me!

After what felt like eternity, someone came and stood near me and the mystery doosh that I'm yet to know the name of, turned and faced him.

"You're the bitch who called me aren't you? , I belive you were looking for me?" He asked with a smirk showing his pearly white teeth, then winked. Asshole.

"Ugh you little dimwit, It depends, do you know this guy?" I said not really knowing if he's the right person. 'do you know this guy?" I asked again, when he smiled and shook his head at the guy who was killing me right now with his heavy weight, lying on my shoulder for support, I thought he was the wrong guy.

But then he smiled and said, " that's my friend." Then he tried to walk up to his friend but stumbled with his legs and again, I almost got squished like a useless fly.

I growled and moved out of the asshole's way. Both of them were drunk, but Jackson didn't look like he had more than 5 shots. "Blonde, how did you get here?" I asked over the laughter that started between the two. Why are they laughing? The reason why I asked him was, he looked a bit sober than the other one.

"W-with m-my c-car." He answered as he burst into laughter again. Then he stopped all of a sudden, his hazel brown eyes clouded and turned into a deep shade of brown.

"Blonde... Jackson!" I trailed off, then snapped my fingers in front of him, nothing. I then slapped him ugly handsome face which made him snap out of what ever it was.

He started to giggle when he looked at His friend,  got up from the ground and took the heavy weight away from me and balancing him on his right shoulder.

"Woman, do you have your drivers license?" He asked with a soft slur, seeming more sober than before.

What do I tell him? I'm going to be testing from my L in a few months. But I love driving, maybe he wants me to drive him home? But how will I get back to my home once I get him to his house?....

A million questions bombed in my head. I looked at Jax who was still waiting for my answer. " I do have my drivers license but I don't have it with me, it's at home." I lied.

He got a car key that seemed to belong to a Mitsubishi, oh my dream car brand, including corvettes.... " can you please drive us to our house, because I am a bit tipsy and can't drive..." He asked as he extended his keys to me.

I stared at the keys, then smirked. "What makes you think I'm going to help you? I might steal your car and dump you two on the road and drive off. I might be a thief or a murderer." I told him.

He seemed to be thinking for a minute then he looked at me with a smile. "I know you won't do that, you look to be a very nice woman." Then he threw the keys at me which I easily caught.

"Come on, I'll show you to the car." He said as he held his half asleep friend's arm properly around his shoulder.

I followed the guy, amazed by what he just said to me. Do I really look that friendly? Oh yeah, now I can become an Assassin or a ninja and start killing the bad people and get away with what I've done... Hey, hey, hey, chill girl. We're not in some kind of action movie or murder or anything, so don't think about killing people!

After a while of walking we stood in front of a sleek silver Mitsubishi Pajero in a parking lot in front of a coffee shop. Jax and his friend got into the back seat of the car once I unlocked it, not bothering to fasten their seat belts.

I got in the drivers seat, started the car,  and reversed it out of the parking lot. I drove the car then stopped it after almost five minutes, forgetting the fact that I haven't gotten their address. Turning around to Jackson, I spoke. " so, you live somewhere. Yes?" He nodded. " on the beach?" He shook his head. " on the road?" He shook his head again. "Ok then, am I going to get you address or not?" I asked him.

He stared at me confused, then shook his head, remembering that he hasn't told me where he lived. "Oops. Sorry." He apologised then started to tell me directions to his house. I followed his directions until half an hour later we were parked in front of a huge double story red bricked house. 

It looked modern with the door a dark oak posh French double doors, and the Windows each the size of the damn car we are inside!Wow.

I got out of the car then helped the drunkies out. They stumbled and almost feel until I got to the front door. Jackson turned the knob of the door and stumbled inside along with a half asleep Douche bag  supported on his shoulder.

I walked inside uninvited and looked around in awe. The house was huge! I think I'm gonna faint from the lush interior.

After what felt like hours of staring, I moved myself to where I saw jackson take his friend into a living room, then paused to look around the living room, then went to walk again.

Well... That was until an object collided with my head, knocking the daylights out of me.

Though the last thing I heard was a gasp and a girly voice speaking with terror and worry.

"Oh my god! Jackson who is this girl?! Is she going to die?! God help me I wil-"

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