once jack and i got our yogurt at a nearby froyo parlour, we sat up on the bar chairs by the window.

"right, so spill" i said to jack, before eating off a strawberry from my cup.

"okay, the only reason that i acted how i did the other day is only because i don't want you mixing with people from where i live. you'll only end up regretting it".

i questioningly bit down on my bottom lip, "so are you saying that i'll regret mixing with you?".

"probably" jack shrugged, staring down at his froyo, then looked back up. "but i'd prefer if you took the chance".

"well, can you at least tell me why i might regret any of this?".

"that's more of a fifth date type of conversation".

i raised my eyebrows with my mouth slightly full, "so you're implying that this is a date?".

"are you shocked? because i'm sorry if it's not as fancy as you're used to" jack chuckled.

i used my spoon to swirl around the froyo in my cup, "yeah, well fancy isn't always as incredible as everyone makes out. i'd rather have a four dollar in and out meal than a six hundred dollar side of caviar any day".

jack almost chocked on the food in his mouth and patted his chest, "you pay six hundred dollars for fish eggs?".

"not me, my parents. they're more of a go big or go home type" i shrugged, just before jack's phone began ringing in his pocket.

he lifted himself up from the chair a little, taking it out of his pocket before he stared at the caller id.

i watched his expression switch as i wondered why he wasn't answering like last time. he uneasily cleared his throat then stuffed the phone back in his pocket.

i decided to leave out the questioning of why he didn't answer, and resulted into trying to get to know him better.

"what about your family? i mean, you've met mine countless of times, and i've only met your dad once" i told him and he chuckled briefly.

"well, that's all there is - my dad and i, and there's not much to say about us" jack answered.

i licked my lips as i tried to find another question to ask.

"okay then, what about you? how comes you dropped out of school at sixteen?" i wondered, bringing my right leg over my left.

"because it bore me" he simply responded.

"jack, i'm not buying that, because—".

before i could finish my sentence, the iphone ringtone interrupted me. jack took held of his phone once again, but this time pressed declined and switched it to silent.

okay, that's it. i need to know what is going on with him and this caller.

"jack, i have a question" i said and he lifted his head up.

"why does your phone always ring, but you never answer? because if it's some girlfriend that don't want me to know about it, you might as well just tell me because i hate when guys-"

i stopped talking as jack's lips curved into a smirk and i stared at him questioningly.

"what?".

"nothing" he shook my head, still smiling.

i folded my arms, "tell me".

"it's just you, being all defensive at the thought of me having a girlfriend" jack's smirk grew bigger and i rolled my eyes, before focusing back on my froyo.

"you're delusional" i brushed off. "...and you still haven't answered my question".

he snickered, trapping his lips in his mouth, "no, i do not have a girlfriend and i haven't since i was sixteen. and i do answer my phone, if you must know".

"then answer it now" i told him, as it vibrated in his pocket.

the smirk on jack's face instantly disappeared - he stared down at the incoming call, then placed the phone to his ear.

"...hello?....". i looked at his every move as soon as he answered the call. his face turned softer and more vulnerable, whilst his eyes refused to stay focused on one spot.

suddenly, he held the phone to his chest and stood up, "siena, i have to go".

"wait, where?" i worryingly asked, rising my seat too but jack was already stared walking away.

"there's just some business that i have to handle".

"jack!" i called out, hoping that he wait and explain what was happening, but it was no use once he'd left through the froyo parlour doors.

jack's pov

"...yes, i'm alone but do you have to keep calling me all the time?...yes, i'll get you your money...okay fine, text me where and when and i'll be there soon"

i hung up the phone and instantly got into my car, before switching on the ignition and driving away.

+

tired from the long day, i walked through the front door of my house and chucked my keys to the side as i pulled my hands down my face.

i walked up the stairs and went towards my room, catching my dad surprisingly walk directly out.

"dad, what are you-".

"what is this?" he said, holding up two small bags in his hands - one filled with marijuana and the other with cocaine.

i instantly snatched them out of his hands, "what the fuck were you doing in my room?".

"my house, my rooms. now tell me why the hell you had all of these stashed in a box, and you better not lie to me" he began to raise his voice.

"are you taking drugs again?" my dad added.

"that's none of your business".

he loudly banged the wall with his fist, "it is my business if you're my goddamn son, now tell me the truth!".

"they're not mine, okay!" i yelled after him.

"so who's are they?".

"i'm holding them for a friend, for nate".

"and what if the police raid our house?" he stepped forward and whispered. "do you think they'll leave you alone just because you're supposedly holding it for a friend?".

"well, the police aren't going to find out. not this time" i assured him.

"and where were you yesterday? mr edwards called saying that you never turned up at his place" my dad folded his arms and waited for answer, but i ignored spilling the truth.

"i was busy" i said, going around him to the door of my room.

"i thought you were going to be serious about this? we need all the money that we can get, jack!".

"don't you think i fucking know that?!" i shouted on top of him. "but i had other stuff to do, better stuff to do than slave around at some rich idiot's house!".

my dad surprisingly didn't shout back a response, but just sighed and rubbed his chin.

"you need to get rid of those drugs now and you're going to call mr edwards and apologise" he ordered, turning to head for the stairs.

i smirked at the ridiculous demand, "there's no way that i'm doing that".

"fine. mr edwards, i will apologise to but the drugs have got to go. now".

i continued to snicker at his words and folded my arms.

"jack, don't test me. get rid of them or you're out of this house, because there is no way that you're getting high under my roof" he sternly spoke.

"for the last time, i am not taking drugs dad".

"jack, do you really think i can believe you after—".

"well, mom would have believed me no matter what and that's all i fucking need" i spat, before going into my room and slamming the door in his face.

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