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The next time I ran into Jay Walker was three days later. It was in the park. By the ice cream cart(?). He was there in a blue hoodie, grey jeans, and blue Vans with a blue beanie on his head covering his ginger locks.

I was waiting for my ice cream watching everything going down. And I noticed how when he strutted, he didn't just strut. He projected. Projected confidence. I could tell watching all the girls in my age group stare at him.

Ginger hair. Freckles across his nose and somewhat buff arms. The somewhat dark blues he was advertising only made the girls spot out heart eyes and drool staring at him. He didn't seem bothered by it.

I kind of was.

"Hey, doll." He tried to act cool. My guess was he was a Grease fan and trying to be a greaser.

I couldn't help, but stifle a laugh at his antics. It was adorable, but in a dorky way. I guess you could say it was adorkable.

"Yeah, sorry. I tried. Why didn't you reply to my text?" he asked me.

I pulled on the sleeves of my jacket and my gloves. "You're trying to sell me out to the police."

I was blunt. I knew I was blunt. I knew that he knew I was being blunt. But there was no other way I knew.

"So, you are apart of the mafia?" Jay joked.

I gave him a look that told him what the fuck? Where the hell did that even come from?

"Oh, the guys and I were trying to come up with theories on what you were. We all agreed on criminal." Actually, they told me about her possibly being in a mafia along other theories.

"I'm not part of the mafia." I told him.

He chuckled. "I figured. I would never expect a girl like you to be in the mafia."

Why did that suddenly feel like an insult? Wait a second. Where is SHE at?

"Sorry. I didn't mean that." Jay said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed all of the girls glaring daggers at me. Oh no. There goes my emotions.

"It's fine." he said.

He didn't really see what was going on or could possibly know what was going on. He didn't know of my other side. He didn't know that I was secretly dying inside to the darkness that would swallow me up whole.

"Do you want to go for a walk with me?" he asked out of the blue.

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"Why?" I asked him.

"You seem broken. I just want to be able to figure out why and how and to fix that part of you." he told me.

"I'm not broken, Mr Walker." I told him.

"Call me, Jay." he said.

"You don't even know my name." I told him.

"[Y/N]. It's [Y/N]." Jay said. "Now, about that walk?" 

Sorry for the short chapter. I'm supposed to be doing homework, but I wanted to write this and gave myself five minutes to do so as a break. But on the flip side, you finally met Jay!