first meeting

The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son

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Chapter 1: first meeting

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Jordan Smith sighed deeply as the alarm clock beeped insistently next to his ear.

The groan that escaped his lips was needed when he reached out slamming his hand down on the off button before rolling onto his back. His mouth tasted like ass when he licked his lips and sat up with a groan. Monday’s were the worst.

It was the start of the week and he sighed deeply when he looked out of the window to see a cloudy day. January was also the worst month and he grumbled under his breath when he climbed out of bed to pull on his clothes. He missed the warmth of a hot Californian summer.

He pulled on a black t-shirt before pulling on one of his many plaid shirts to go over it and his jacket for layers. His jeans fit him snugly when he stood looking in the mirror, his grown out hair a mess when he carded a hand through it, and he shrugged his shoulders letting it be.


Jordan hummed when he ran downstairs jumping down the last three before heading to the kitchen for his morning coffee. His dad was already gone when he picked up the note from him.

“Need milk. Take money from the jar. Don’t be late for school!!!”

Jordan tossed his head back with a heavy groan realising he wouldn’t be getting his morning coffee after all. He snatched his bottle of Adderall taking three tablets and gulping them down with juice instead of water. His eyes itched with tiredness when he nosed in the fridge before slamming it closed. There was no food in his opinion.

He brushed his teeth and sat on the edge of his bed when he checked his phone to see nothing new before setting off to school.

His hands stroked the top of his Jeep and he pouted when he spotted rust along the rim of his wheels. It was already becoming the worst day ever when he climbed in throwing his bag in the back and pushing the key into the ignition.

It was worse that he had Mr. Harris for first lesson and was in no mood for his sneers and taunts directly at him. The roads were mostly clear when he drove to school and fiddled with his radio trying to get some music to cheer him up. It wasn’t his fault like he didn’t see the speeding Camaro trying to get past him.

Jordan fumbled slamming on the break when it sped past him angry and he knew the driver well, everyone knew the owner of that car, and he swore slamming his fist when he drove on.

Derrick Hamilton was the owner and ever since he was fourteen years old he’s been told to keep away from him.

It was his dad who told him first after arresting Derrick for disorderly behaviour when he got drunk and high leading into a serious bar fight. The “bad-boy” persona stuck to him and there was no peeling it off.

Jordan arrived in school, parked in his usual spot, and hopped out with a sigh.

The school loomed over him and he couldn’t match the million watt smile Shawn Corey flashed at him. Jordan clapped him on the arm wordlessly when he hefted his bag on his shoulder and followed him up the path towards the school doors.

“Are you okay?” Shawn said in concern when they bustled around the people to get to their lockers.

“Fine, why, do I look like ass?” he muttered opening the locker door and looking at him.

“No, just look like you’ve got something on your mind…” he murmured trailing off when he spotted her.

Jordan sighed deeply slamming it shut and leaning against it when Anna Windsor and Laura Myers walked past them unaware of their existence.

The queen and her knight. The queen who was Laura no longer with her king since her and the on – off boyfriend that was Jackson was being a total douche with her.

Shawn was like a puppy when she passed and he groaned smacking his forehead hard against the locker next to him.

“How many months have you pined for this girl?” Jordan questioned pouting his lips and raising an eyebrow at him.

“Too many, she’s…perfect! Look at her, that hair, those eyes, those lips, her legs, and…everything,” Shawn rambled on giving him his best puppy dog expression. “You can’t say anything! How long with the crush on Laura?”

“Laura is a goddess sent to us poor folk to adore and lust after,” Jordan replied with a shrug. “It’s sort of gone anyway. I would never, ever, have a chance with a girl like that! I have bigger fish to look at now.”

“Jordie, come on,” Shawn muttered with a sigh of his own when he turned his head to look at him. “What is it with you and people you can never ever have?”

“I’m a healthy seventeen year old boy who is curious about both sexes! Boys, girls, I don’t care, I just want to lose my virginity is that too much to ask for!?” he demanded striking his shoulder.

“Yes, when that fascination is fixated on Derrick freaking Hamilton, Jordan, you know what he’s like!” Shawn hissed gripping his elbow and dragging him with him when they walked down the corridor. “He drinks endlessly, he smokes, takes drugs, and is insane with that car and his little gang!”

“Those are rumours,” Jordan protested and ignored the look Shawn shot at him. “That one time we saw him didn’t count.”

“He threw a bottle at someone staring at him!”

“Well wouldn’t you! He was majorly creepy staring at him and he did mouth off at him.”

“He’s bad news, he’s so not good enough for you, Jordie, and you don’t even know the guy, not really.”

“I know his sister though!” Jordan hissed pointing down the corridor to see Demi Hamilton walking up and glaring at the people in her way.

Demi was a force to be reckoned with and even though like Derrick they had never spoken she was both terrifying and beautiful.

“She’d eat you alive!”

“I don’t want her though, I’m more curious about the guys then I am the girls at the moment.”

“You’re an idiot,” Shawn said innocently and looked up when the school bell rang. “Class, come on.”

Jordan trailed after him dragging his feet and walked into the classroom smelling the chemicals and sitting at his desk with his best friend.

It was routine when Mr. Harris glared at him for one moment before looking at the rest of them. There was no way this man wanted to be a teacher with the way he treated them all. His hand found his way to his chin when he stared gloomily forward watching him rant at them.

Shawn shifted next to him looking over his shoulder to stare at Anna throughout the lesson. It was nauseating in the worst way when he realised his best friend was possessed by her.

It dragged on like it always did and he was glad for lunch time when he could shove food into his mouth and feel better at himself. It didn’t when a chip got caught in the back of his throat and he coughed spluttering his food everywhere.

Shawn thumped his back and it got so much worse when he realised a disgusted Laura and Anna were looking at them both when he wheezed and covered his face.

“That couldn’t get any worse, could it?” Jordan muttered looking at Shawn with watery eyes.

“No,” Shawn said with a roll of his eyes and shook his head.

Jordan wanted to die in mortification and hid his face in Shawn’s arm the best he could dying for the end of the day.

It was horrendous and when the final lesson dawned and the heavens opened up lashing them with rain he gave up there and then. It was the worse day and he hated everything. He said his goodbyes to Shawn with a promise to Skype him later when he got into the car and took one look at his gas with a sigh.

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“Great, just…fucking great,” he muttered starting the car up and heading to the gas station.

It wasn’t busy when he got there thankfully and got out circling the car and checking his pockets for money before he filled it up. His eyes were on the numbers when the familiar black Camaro appeared and he watched it intrigued.

Jordan swallowed when he got out wearing a leather jacket, tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination, and sunglasses covering his eyes. His mouth seemed to dry up at the sight of him, his mysterious vibe, the attractiveness of him, and the whole bad-boy persona worked really well on him.

He was jerked out of his staring when Derrick looked over him and even though he couldn’t see his eyes he could tell they were accusing.

Jordan jerked away yanking the pump out and groaned realising he went over and closed his eyes feeling like an ass. It meant going into his secret stash of money and he couldn’t resist sneaking glances over to Derrick filling his own car up and raised an eyebrow at his ass in those jeans. It should be a sin to look that good.

The only problem was that everyone judged him, it wasn’t nice to be looked down upon and judged, but Derrick didn’t make it any easier on himself.

Jordan has been thirteen years old when an eighteen year old Derrick came back into Beacon Hills with his kid sister, Demi.

He had the money from life insurance and bought himself a loft apartment in town.

Derrick drank though, they speculated he took drugs and smoked on a daily basis, and with his friends he got into fights and acted like a nuisance.

There was the pity though. Jordan had been eight years old when the Hamilton family passed away tragically in a house fire. It wasn’t suspicious and was accidental according to reports that Jordan looked into when his dad wasn’t looking.

Derrick and two sisters survived, Dani and Demi, an uncle survived too apparently but was badly burnt and hospitalised in a coma. It was horrifically awful and the three of them had moved out of Beacon Hills to somewhere unknown only to return years later without Dani. The question had never been raised by him, he couldn’t speak for anyone else.

“Pump seven,” he said to the cashier with a fake smile before rubbing his head feeling a headache coming on.

He handed over the cash and mourned the dip in the secret stash. He was saving for a new game. Jordan accepted the change and turned bumping into a solid wall of chest and stepped back staring at Derrick suddenly behind him.

“Um, oh my god, I’m sorry, um, I didn’t see you there!” Jordan said eyeing him carefully before inhaling deeply and smelling a musky cologne that filled his senses.

In all honesty he wanted to roll in it, demand his grey henley top from him, and curl up with it.

“What a surprise since you’ve not stopped staring at me since I’ve got here,” he said cocking an eyebrow at him.

“What? No, I wasn’t!” Jordan lied and faltered a little at the disbelieving snort Derrick gave him.

“Sure, you’re in my way,” Derrick pointed out nodding at the impatient cashier staring at them.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he mumbled dodging around him and looking over his shoulder at him before hurrying out to his car.

“Oh my god, this day is the fucking worst,” he hissed smacking his forehead with his palm feeling like a complete fool and opened the car door to get in.

Jordan paused when Derrick walked out sans sunglasses and his skin prickled with heat when Derrick glanced over at him with a smirk before getting in.

He should just get into the car and leave but felt rooted to the spot watching him get in and drive away in blacked out windows.

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TBC