help from him

The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son

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Chapter 2: help from him

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He sighed deeply pressing his forehead to the window before getting in, heading to the grocery store to get the milk, and heading home. His jeans were damp when he got into smell the food his dad was cooking.

“Hey kiddo,” his dad called him to him when he walked in and put the milk in the fridge. “How was school?”

“Hell, I quit,” Jordan answered honestly heading into the living room. “School should be illegal and today was crap. I hate everything.”

The Sheriff contemplated him as he stood leaning against the door. “Burger and fries in ten minutes?”

“Did you use the burgers I got?”

“Yes,” he replied with a sigh. “The healthier kind.”

“It sounds good,” he admitted lying back and kicking his feet up. It sounded like the best thing in the world right now when he turned the television on and chose to relax.

The chance encounter with Derrick left him tingly and on edge when he thought back over it feeling embarrassed and curious. He wanted to know more, he actually wanted more, he wanted to wrap his arms and legs around him, trail his fingers into his hair, and feel his stubble against his lips and cheek.

It was an overwhelming need that he couldn’t tell anyone about. The Sheriff’s son liking and even talking with the one and only Derrick Hamilton? The scandal.

Jordan hummed when his dad called him and they sat at the dining room table to eat. The silence was somewhat tense, it always was, and he ate quickly so he could get upstairs and scream into his pillow.

“Is everything okay?” he said softly, his forehead bunched in concern.

“Fine, why do you ask?” Jordan muttered taking a big gulp juice and forcing it down.

“Just seem a little off.”

“Bad day, dad,” Jordan admitted honestly putting his fork and knife on the plate and pushing back. “I have homework to do.”

“Sure, sure, just remember lights out at half eleven,” he warned pointing his fork at him before Jordan nodded heading upstairs and kicking his door shut.

The bed was inviting when he flopped down on it like a fish listening to the protesting springs. His laptop stared at him as well as his school bag on the floor and he wondered when his life got boring. It was predictable now like everything.

Go to sleep, go to school, suffer through school, come home and eat, do homework, watch N*****x, and go into an unpredictable sleep.

There was times when he wished he was daring, he wished he could go out and do things, flirt with people, hell even lose his pesky virginity. His fingers drummed on the mattress before he stood up and headed to his window looking out.

It was frustrating and his mind wandered to Derrick wondering what he was doing right now and a part of him wanted to be there. Screw not knowing him, Jordan wanted a chunk out of that.

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Derrick trailed his tongue over the skin of the roll up before finishing it and popping it into his mouth to smoke it happily enough.

He inhaled deeply feeling the smoke swirl deep into his lungs before exhaling and watching the smoke rise.

“That stuff stinks! Are you trying to kill yourself?” Demi demanded walking in and staring at him with her arms across her chest.

“Not yet,” he muttered with a fake smirk looking at her. “Haven’t you got homework to do?”

“No, I’m done and I’m heading out before you reek the place out with cigarettes and whatever you want. You suffer here,” she snapped turning on her heel and walking out.

Derrick watched her go without a retort and sucked the end with a sigh before going to the window to smoke there. He watched as Demi walked down the street, her hands wrapped around her body when she fought the cold wind, and felt a pinch of guilt.

They moved back here for a fresh start but the outlook wasn’t too good at the moment. New York failed for all of them big time and it wasn’t till the disaster that he knew they had to come back here.

The grief burnt in his chest when he thought of her, thought of them all, and he inhaled deeply before tossing it away.

Derrick licked his lips before turning around and heading to the fridge for beer.

It was halfway gone when his cell chimed with a message and he saw one new message from Boyd asking him to come out for a few drinks. Derek agreed shooting him a message back and got ready.

He was twenty when he met them, Victor Boyd, Ella Reyes, and Ian Lahey, a small group of three in college and he met them in a bar of all places. It was easy to click with them and two years later here they still were.

The bar was semi busy when he walked in nodding at the barman who scowled at him. They all judged but they were all wrong, every single one of them, but who was he to correct them?

“Oh well don’t you look handsome,” Ella leered at him from their seat in the corner, her long legs draped over Boyd’s and her red lips around a bottle of beer. “Come join us, we’re here celebrating Ian’s new job.”

“Where?” he said sitting down and looking at Ian glaring but blushing in the corner.

“Vets, a helping hand, I have the qualifications,” he said with a shrug.

“Deaton’s place, yeah, he’s a nice guy,” Derrick said with a nod of approval looking over to him. “You can finally pay me back all the money you owe.”

“I will, I’ll pay you all back!” he protested scowling at him and slouching back.

“How is it that wonder boy over there can get a job but we can’t?” Ella demanded with a huff. “My resume is amazing and yet no one will take me on! I scrounge off this one here.”

Boyd gave her a look before meeting her lips with a quick kiss. Derrick watched them and felt a knot of his own bitterness and loneliness tug desperately. They’d been on and off for years but finally after six months were on and staying on.

His eyes flickered to Ian who met his eye contact before looking away. They had their fair share of fun, a very vague sense of friends with benefits when they fucked quickly and dirty in the toilets or shared blow jobs in alley ways and backs of cars.

It was fun and nothing more.

“I’ll get a round in,” Derrick said standing up and leaving them talking when he walked to the bar.

“Three of our usual and red wine for the lady over there,” Derrick said with a quick smile.

“I don’t want any trouble here, Hamilton, not like last time, you have one shot and you blow it…you’ll be barred from the only pub who’ll let you in,” he warned pouring the beers and looking at him sternly.

“You have a sweet heart, Frank,” Derrick said clapping his chest and letting his smile falter when he handed over the money. “Thanks.”

He walked back to the table to see Ella debating something heavy and rolled his eyes when he settled taking a drink.

“I say we get a camper van, the four of us get our shit together, and go travelling! It’ll be fun, better than Beacon Hills and bad memories and people who hate us,” she said looking at them all in turn.

“I’ve just got a job,” Ian protested.

“I have a sister,” Derrick said honestly and smirked when she pouted at them all.

“Ruin my dream guys!”

“Why don’t you guys do it?” Ian pointed out licking his lips after taking a big gulp of his drink. “Late night fucks underneath the stars, tons of alcohol, and a measly hundred dollars to get you going.”

Ella hummed looking at Boyd who shook his head once. “No.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?!”

“It died a long time ago when I met you,” Boyd muttered and grunted when Ella punched him hard in the shoulder. “I wouldn’t want to go anywhere that’s not with you but we belong here, Ella, you know we do.”

Conversation spread out between them as more drinks were drank between them and he was feeling the edge of his beers.

Ella was tipsy as she giggled coaxing Boyd into kisses that grew a little too much for him when she straddled his lap and Boyd palmed her ass.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Ian hissed at him jerking a thumb at the two of them.

Derrick nodded downing the rest of his drink before they headed outside. The wind was bitter when it blew around them and he shoved his hands into his jacket with a sigh. Ian stood by his side looking up and down before focusing on him.

“I have an empty apartment, roommate is out for the night,” Ian said with suggestion laced into his tone. “It’s better than being alone all night.”

Derrick inhaled the cold air deeply scanning around the area and was about to agree when he saw him.

He was huddled in a jacket walking down the street looking awkward and on edge like he was waiting to be caught. He stopped outside the local twenty four hour store selling alcohol fiddling with what looked like fake ID. The smile that inched to his lips was well needed when he watched the Sheriff’s son contemplate buying alcohol.

“No, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he answered watching Ian look at him in surprise before shrugging his shoulders and walking away.

Everyone knew who Jordan was. The Sheriff’s son, annoying, hyperactive, nosy, but clever, very clever when he wanted to be. It seemed tonight wasn’t that night.

“You think that’s going to work?” Derrick called to him watching him jump out of his skin and face him with wide eyes. “Everyone knows who you are.”

“Not the ones who’ll turn a blind eye once in a while,” he replied breathlessly eyeing him and straightening his back to meet his eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be tucked in bed?”

“Cute, I’m not a kid, and I needed a walk,” Jordan muttered with a roll of his eyes shoving the card into his jacket.

“It’s…quarter to eleven, does the Sheriff know you’re out for a walk?”

“No, are you going to tell him?”

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, you’re the one who said it,” Jordan protested with a hard swallow. “I had a bad day and I wanted some release. My dad never checks on me, he’d be out looking for me if he really knew.”

Derrick narrowed his eyes at him thoughtfully when Jordan crossed his arms over his chest watching him, his tongue flicking out to wet his chapped lips, and he nodded.

“I know the feeling, give it here,” he said walking over to him and holding out his hand.

“What?”

“Your money,” he said nodding at his hand.

“Wait, are you serious?” Jordan demanded staring up at him with open shock. “What do you want to do with it?”

“What do you think?” Derrick said slowly looking at the shop and back at him raising an eyebrow at him.

Jordan spluttered before reaching into his jacket and passing him the money. Derrick knew what he was about to do was probably one of the worst decisions but he didn’t care when he ordered Jordan to wait by his car.

The bottle of vodka wasn’t expensive but it would do the job when he walked out and walked to his car.

Jordan was trailing his fingers down the exterior of it and jumped again nervously when he appeared next to him.

“You have a knack for doing that,” Jordan said awkwardly and his mouth fell open when Derrick pushed the bottle into his hands. “You – you actually got me this?”

“Do you want me to take it back?”

“No!” he protested shaking his head. “No, um, wow, thanks.”

“Get in the car,” Derrick ordered.

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TBC