The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son
.Chapter 4: pool of interest.Jordan’s eyes burned when he stare at the laptop screen and sighed deeply as he tossed his head back to stare at the ceiling.It was tiring and he pouted looking into his drawer to find the stashed bottle of vodka and pulled it out to see it still empty. The small part of him wishing it was full died and he stared out of the window feeling that itch of boredom and loneliness.It had been four days since he last saw Derrick and he wanted to find him again. It was difficult when they didn’t know each other and he couldn’t just walk up and say hello like a normal person.It wasn’t like he could talk to anyone about this and his best friend was no help at all at the moment.His little “love story” was up and going and it all started when Shawn crashed into her by accident and books went everywhere. Hands brushed, eye contact was shared, and Jordan gagged throughout the whole story when Shawn recited it with heart eyes. In reality though he was happy for him.Shawn deserved a little happiness and they were a suited couple. His love life was at zero point and it frustrated him to the max. There was only so much enjoyment you got out of your right hand and he sighed deeply standing up to look out of his window.Jordan’s dad was out, a late night shift, and walking around outside seemed a bad idea when anyone could come across him.His eyes went to his stash of money on the desk and energy drinks and candy despite the late hour seemed a great idea.It was Friday in the end and Shawn was no help since this was his official date night with Anna. It was a late night movie for the two of them. Jordan made the decision when he got his money and car keys heading downstairs. His eyes went to the clock informing him it was half past ten.“Come on, baby,” he murmured climbing into the car after locking up and heading to the local store.The cashier looked bored when he looked up at him before turning his attention to the book he was currently reading.Jordan hummed when he trailed up and down the aisles looking for something that could distract him and lingered in the alcohol section. He’d never ever get away with it here, the manager was a bitch.Stiles turned away heading to the candy side of the aisle to get some crap and jumped when he heard a familiar voice.“Why do I always find you out in the middle of the night?”“Derrick,” he muttered dropping the bag of chips he had on the floor staring at him. “One, it’s a Friday night, and two, I can do what I want.”“Sure,” Derrick murmured in reply nodding his head and watched when he scooped the bag off the floor.Jordan looked at the basket in his hand before meeting his eyes. “Hey, um, thanks…you know for buying it and not telling my dad.”“Why would I do that?”“I don’t know, being a good citizen or in your case not being a good citizen,” he mumbled and closed his eyes fighting the waves of embarrassment striking him. “It came in handy.”“Is it all gone?”“I had a bad day on Wednesday.”“What happened?”“My best friend got a love life and I got milkshake all over my favourite t-shirt,” Jordan explained with a hard swallow.Derrick nodded once looking up and down the aisle, his forehead wrinkled in concentration before holding up his basket.“Want to help me with this?”“Seriously?”“Yes,” Derek said simply with a nod in his direction.“You want to drink that with…me?” Jordan questioned staring into it feeling confused and elated all at once.“Yes, Jordan, it shouldn’t come much of a shock.”“When it’s you asking, yes it is, you have that gang of yours and your sister…and it’s a shock and a surprise all rolled into a big ball of confusion,” he ranted watching him raise an eyebrow in his direction. “Fine, I’ll drink it with you.”Jordan swallowed the lump in his throat when Derrick brushed past him to go and pay for it all. It was interesting to watch the cashier straighten and see a hint of fear in his eyes when he served Derrick.There was a cool and calm demeanour that surrounded Derrick in this moment but also a sense of darkness and mystery.The shiver that ran up his spine was involuntary and he watched him leave before paying for his own stuff.“You know that guy?” the cashier said taking his stuff off him.“Kind of, not really, he doesn’t seem like a talkative guy,” Jordan said honestly.“He’s a creep, got that look in his eyes like he’s going to murder you,” the cashier muttered putting it all in a bag for him and accepting the cash. “I’d be wary of him.”“Coming from the guy who leers at everyone behind a glass and picks his nose,” Jordan said slowly watching the guy’s cheeks flush before snatching his bag. “I think I should be more wary of you.”Jordan left quickly after that to see Derrick leaning against his car waiting for him.“What about my car?”“Lock it up, no one’s going to rob that thing.”“Rude,” Jordan cried pointing a finger at him before doing exactly that and locking it up. “Where are we going?”“My place,” Derrick said getting into the car and Jordan took that as his cue to get in and get comfortable. His eyes trailed over the exterior inside and he felt a pang of jealously. He loved his car more than anything but sometimes he wished it was a little nicer.Derrick was silent when he drove them to the block of apartments and the tyres squealed when he parked and got out.Jordan was nervous when he got out also slamming the door behind him and trailed after him when he led him upstairs and into his apartment.“Wait, is your sister in?” he hissed putting his hand on his arm.“No, she’s out for the night,” Derrick murmured looking down at his hand before opening the door and letting them in.Jordan looked around in surprise. It had a sort of gloomy feeling to it when he looked at the sofa, the rug and table in the middle, a bookcase pressed against his wall filled with books, DVD’s, a stereo, and albums, and a double bed.“I’m guessing she lives up there,” he said pointing to the stairs.“We flipped a coin, she won,” Derrick said heading to the kitchen and putting the bag down.“Cool,” Jordan said heading to the bookcase to have a nose. “Lot of Stephen King books here.”“Nothing wrong with a little horror.”“Yeah, you say that now, but it’s a different story when you’re all alone and hear a noise in the house. It’s scary,” Jordan murmured pulling out the different films. “You have Avengers, my opinion of you just went rocket high.”Derrick was quiet when he approached him with a glass. Jordan took it and sniffed it suspiciously.“Whiskey, I’m not going to kill you, have you had it before?”“Yeah!” Jordan lied taking a gulp and swallowing it down hard fighting back the urge to wince and cough because it burnt and hurt. “It wouldn’t surprise me though, luring me here with your sexiness, your mystery, and you kill me before stuffing my body into a hole in your wall.”“You have a vivid imagination.”“My dad calls me special,” Jordan muttered breathlessly before thumping his chest and coughing. “This stuff is strong.”“Take it easy,” Derrick muttered with a smirk heading to the sofa and sitting down heavily. “I don’t want you throwing up on me.”“I don’t throw up, not after the last time when Shawn and I stole his mom’s vodka and…we went a little wild. We were grounded for a month.”“I remember that, well I remember hearing about it from…well your mom,” Derrick said softly reaching into his pocket to get something out.There was a punch to his chest when he thought of her and he knew Derrick could see that when he pushed a cigarette in between his lips lighting it. There shouldn’t be anything attractive about smoking but watching him was arousing and his teeth sank into the soft flesh of his bottom lip.“Here,” Derrick said handing it to him with a challenge shining in his eyes.Jordan took it gingerly as he inhaled it slowly and breathed out watching the grey smoke rise and disappear.“You’ve done that before,” Derrick commented taking it off him.“Shawn,” Jordan explained with a shrug. “We wanted to try everything once. It didn’t end well.”“You talk about him a lot, Shawn… Shawn…Shawn, right?”“Yeah, he’s my best friend, my only friend actually, and he’s gone got himself a girlfriend,” Jordan murmured moving to sit down beside him swirling his glass. “I’m happy for him but at the same time it reminds me of how lonely I am and how so far at the bottom I am that it sucks! I’m sorry, I’m moaning, you don’t want to hear this from someone you don’t even know.”“I don’t mind.”Jordan huffed out a laugh and drank down the rest of it not caring about the burn and breathed out shakily.“If I start talking I won’t shut up.”“I gathered that.”“No, seriously, can I have more of this?” Jordan said holding up his glass and moving to pour another glass of it when Derrick nodded. “I’ll talk and talk till you kick me out of that…huge window, why do you need a window that big? Do you spy on people?”“No,” Derrick replied with a shake of his head watching him.Jordan pursued his lips with a nod and chuckled out of nervousness. “I feel awkward and I don’t know what to say. Why did you bring me here?”“Company,” Derrick said with a hint of a smile.“So you’re lonely?”Derrick was silent for a long minute before answering him. “Maybe.”“But you have those friends, I’ve seen them around, that pretty girl, Boyd and Ian, you’re not alone,” Jordan said shaking his head. “Not really.”“You don’t think that you can have the company of so many people around you and in the end still feel completely alone?”Jordan exhaled harshly turning and getting the bottle before walking back towards him and sitting down heavily next to him.“I think this conversation needs so much more of this!” he insisted holding it up and pouring some into his glass. “But yeah, I know that feeling.”There was an unspoken agreement between them when they drank more of the bottle of whiskey and Jordan was starting to really it. His body felt warm whilst his mind felt cloudy and his vision blurry meaning he was well onto his way to being drunk.“I – I love him, like I do, he’s my best friend but he’s an idiot sometimes you know, like fixated on her and I hate it! I hate that one way…or the other, she’s going to take him away from me and then there’s me…unattractive, annoying and all alone!”Jordan said throwing his hands out and looking over at Derrick watching him bemused when he smoked.“There’s Laura, beautiful, smart, popular Laura who just doesn’t give a damn about me and it’s not like I really care but then…then there’s Danny and he’s just…”Jordan flexed his arms and pulled up his own top to reveal his stomach.“He has muscles and a six pack! I – I have nothing!”He’d be a fool if he didn’t notice the way Derrick trailed his eyes up and down him, his eyes lingering on his stomach and hips with an interest.It left heat pooling in his stomach when he tugged it down and tossed his head back with a sigh...TBCThe Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 5: being desirable .“I wasn’t meant to be born into the world sexy and desirable…not like you,” Jordan murmured giving him a sidelong glance.“Me?”“Don’t be naïve, you know how you look! You have all the girls and hell even some of the guys falling for your ass because you’re gorgeous and hot and act all mysterious and angry. You’re the hottest guy here,” Jordan ranted and stopped feeling his cheeks flush with colour when he realised what his mouth had spouted out. “Oh my god, ignore that, please ignore that.”“I don’t think I want to,” Derrick murmured softly leaning forward and into his personal space.“I’m drunk, so, so drunk, and you smell so good,” Jordan muttered and cursed his mouth, his words, and everything he held dear to look at his lips. “It’s nice, musky, but not overwhelming like – like in your face and choking me. It’s so good and your mouth looks awesome.”“Stiles, shut up,” Derrick murmured meeting his eyes.“I told you
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 6: almost caught .Jordan’ dreams were a mixture of nightmares and something hidden when he attempted to claw his way to consciousness. He knew something was wrong and forced his eyes open feeling warm but his head protested something fierce along with his bladder. There was also something warm and solid next to him when he looked over his shoulder to see Derrick fast asleep. The place was dark apart from the street lights outside lighting the place enough for him to see.“Oh my god,” he breathed as he sat up and groaned despite his protesting head. “Oh shit!”“Oh this is not happening! This can’t be happening,” Jordan hissed picking up his fallen cell phone to see two missed phone calls from Shawn and his dad, two messages from his dad asking him where he was. It also informed him it was seven thirty and his bladder was protesting awfully. He hurried away to the bathroom staring into the bowl as he pissed and massaged his temples.Jorda
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 7: see what’s happening here .Jordan Smith was never the self-conscious type but going to school that Monday with nothing to hide them with people stared. In the end he told Shawn he went to a bar using his fake ID and slept over at the strange guys house. It gained a telling off from Shawn who scolded him for being stupid. He kept the truth with him and he liked that. It was his secret to bear and he slapped at Anna’s fingers when she poked at them that lunchtime.“Tramp stamp,” she said with a smirk. “He did his number on you, are you going to see him again?”“Hopefully,” Jordan muttered stroking his hand over his neck and checking his phone for the hundredth time that day to see if he texted him back. There was no luck and he sighed deeply pocketing it.“Are you ever going to tell me who it was?” Shawn questioned staring at Anna instead of him.“Who? Jordan’s new guy,” a new voice said and Jordan looked up when Laura Myers appeared li
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 8: hot then you are cold .Derrick turned his head to the side and stroked his fingers over the mark Jordan had left him with a small sigh. It was red with a hint of purple and it would stand out for days until it faded. It had already raised questions within Demi and his group. Ella had been curious and prodded him about who the man or woman was whilst Ian and Boyd remained unaffected for the most part. How could he tell them that he got drunk with a seventeen year old before they drunkenly made out and he gave him a blow job? It wouldn’t be the easiest conversation to have with them. It had been four days since he saw him last and his cell phone had blown up with texts from him.Derrick responded back to him when he wanted to of course but they were short, almost snappy in words, and he didn’t know how to face him, not yet. His thoughts were distracted from him when the front door opened and Demi walked in looking troubled and confused
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 9: algebra helps with a heartbreak .The music was still blasting when he walked in to get changed and he sighed deeply shredding his clothes and pulling out the drawer under his bed. He pulled on everything black from his jeans, his t-shirt, and leather jacket.The bar wasn’t full when he got there but there was the regulars dotted around. They stared at him, the men watched him, the women whispered, and each one of them held their own opinion. It was funny really. They saw what he wore, his car, and what he did of a night and a weekend and he was the bad guy. Derrick grinned at the women sitting in the corner watching him with narrowed eyes. He ordered three vodka shots and downed them all enjoying the burn. In the end though it didn’t get Jordan’s eye’s out of his head, the scent of his deodorant, his lips pink and kissable and the marks on his neck from no one else but him.He was relieved when the doors blew open revealing Ella weari
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 10: shampoo and a mix of berries .The branches whipped at him when he ran through the woods, the scent of ash and burning wood filling his nostrils when he ran away from it. Their screaming echoed in his ears when his feet hit the ground, the branches cracking, the leaves crackling, and he felt sick. Every time he turned he could see it, the fire roaring through his childhood home, the screams of his family burning inside there and doing nothing to get them out. There was a tugging at his hand when he turned to stare at it before looking up to see Laura staring at him, her eyes expressionless, her lips a pale blue, and pain written into her features.“It’s your fault,” she whispered over and over again so it slammed into him when he ripped his hand away running. “It’s your fault, Derrick! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!”Her screaming echoed in his ears when he tripped falling to the ground only to open his eyes breathing hard and instead of seeing
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 11: in the woods . Jordan Smith was comfortable, his dreams nothing more than a blank page, but his body felt stiff from the cold. He cursed himself for leaving the window open but something felt different, his pillow firmer, the smell of a familiar cologne clouding his senses, and birds tweeting in the distance. It was a shock to blink his eyes open to see trees ahead of him and his cheek pressed into the shoulder of Derrick who was asleep also. Jordan was honestly speechless when he looked at Derrick and himself in surprise. His body curled towards him, Derrick’s arm holding him against his body, and they were currently sleeping outdoors. The sky already light meaning it must be around eight or nine in the morning.“What…” Jordan murmured shifting a little to sit up and stare around. “Derrick!”Derrick grunted rubbing his face with his hand adorably before opening his eyes and staring at him in confusion. His eyes narrowed before he s
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 12: his body, his choice . Jordan murmured softly leaning into him and closing his eyes when his hands pushed up under his t-shirt to touch the skin underneath. “What’s the worst that can happen?”It wasn’t answered and he wasn’t surprised when Derrick pushed at his legs so he collapsed against the bed and groaned muffled when he kissed him hard. Jordan didn’t know if his mouth could open any wider when he gripped his shoulders tight when they kissed and Derrick was a heavy warm weight against him.“Shit, fuck!” Jordan cried out when he kissed and bit his throat. “Derrick, please.”His begging was answered when yanked at his jeans tugging them down with his underwear and quickly did the same to his. Jordan watched fascinated when he wrapped his hand around both of their cocks fisting them at the same time.“Oh fuck!” Jordan hissed before reaching up to grip the back of his neck and kiss him. His lips fitting against his and he panted eage