#...hang on a second OCTOBER 21ST WHY DID THAT NOT REGISTER WITH ME BEFORE??

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AU Thursday: Londerland Bloodlines -- Pre-Game Timeline!

So, I believe I've mentioned I'm replaying Bloodlines currently to determine what the timeline of the game is for my "Londerland Bloodlines" AU (now having been upgraded to an official story!). But when I started working on the opening chapter, I realized something -- I also needed to shore up the timeline for what happened before the events of the game! After all, even if I'm starting with Alice getting Embraced, knowing just how events in her and everyone else's lives happened is important -- if only because my characters are going to be telling each other their histories at some point. :p

So! Under the readmore is my current pre-game timeline for these versions of Alice, Victor, Victoria, Emily, Lizzie, and Bonejangles. I focused mainly on figuring out how Corpse Bride and American McGee's Alice/Alice: Madness Returns would go down, though I added some other notes explaining Alice's relationship to Wonderland in this world (since, obviously, she's not the Alice from the books!), and setting up how Emily, Lizzie, and Bonejangles ended up in the Giovanni Crypts. I may be tweaking things here and there as time and the story goes on, but this serves as a good first draft, anyway. Enjoy!

May 4th, 1984: Alice Pleasance Liddell is born to Arthur and Lorina Liddell – their second daughter after ten-year-old Lizzie (November 22nd, 1974).

June 9th, 1984: Victor Fitzwilliam Van Dort is born to William and Nell Van Dort, their only child. He grows up privileged but rather neglected, and becomes a rather shy young man.

November 5th, 1992: Angus Bumby, one of Arthur's psychology undergraduates at Oxford University who'd developed an obsession with Lizzie, breaks into the Liddell house, rapes and kills Lizzie, then sets the house on fire to cover his tracks. Arthur and Lorina die in the blaze, but a badly-burned Alice is able to escape through her bedroom window and is taken to hospital. She remains in the burn unit for a year, recovering – her body heals remarkably well, according to the doctors, but her mind doesn't. Unknown to anyone, a furious Lizzie's spirit refuses to go to the Underworld as a result of her horrific death, and remains at the site of the Liddell house, haunting it with vigor (namely throwing things at any male visitor).

November 11th, 1993: Alice is then taken to Rutledge Psychiatric Institute, as she's gone catatonic from survivor's guilt and won't respond to any stimuli. It's not as horrific an experience as her Victorian counterpart experienced, but Rutledge is still underfunded and contains Pris Witless and the Monroe twins, so it's not great either. During this time, Bumby manages to deflect all suspicion off himself for starting the fire by setting it up so it looks like the family cat, Dinah, knocked some still-burning kindling out of the fireplace, and sets up his Houndsditch Home for Wayward Youth – an orphanage for disadvantaged children looking for new homes and mental health.

September 7th, 2002: Alice shows her first sign of conscious life in years by drawing a picture of a rather more twisted Cheshire Cat than normal, as her subconscious gets tired of her laying around and plunges her into a mental fight for her life and sanity in a ruined Wonderland. Alice proceeds to battle her way across the various domains over the next year, and successfully wrests her sanity back from her corrupted counterpart, the Queen of Hearts.

November 1st, 2003: Having recovered enough to warrant living outside a care facility like Rutledge, Alice is released into the custody of one Angus Bumby, whose methods of memory management are applauded and derided in equal measure. Alice is only too eager to submit to his decree to forget the fire, but her subconscious doesn't make it easy – especially since she keeps thinking he looks familiar. . .

January 27th, 2004: Victor, taking a gap year between high school and college (to delay having to major in business like his father wants) is "strongly encouraged" to start dating his across-the-square neighbor, Victoria Everglot, daughter of viscounts Maudeline and Finis Everglot. Victor's parents think it'll be an excellent way to earn some more social status (they're millionaires many times over from the Van Dort canned fish empire, but their nouveau riche manners haven't earned them many actual friends among the elite), while the Everglots are only allowing this because they've been running on the ragged edge of "broke" for a while now and William is hinting some loans might be a side effect of letting their children date. Neither Victor nor Victoria is thrilled to be pushed into dating a near-stranger. . .but once they properly meet, they find their personalities mesh nicely, and they decide to keep seeing each other on their own terms.

May 28th, 2004: Victor and Victoria have been dating for a few months by this point, enjoying themselves and growing closer. The Everglots are growing less-thrilled with the arrangement by the minute and are constantly pushing potential alternate suitors onto Victoria – Victor assures her that he won't mind if she goes out with a couple just to shut them up, but Victoria is doing her best not to give in just so they won't believe they can run her life. On the Van Dort side, though, Nell's grown impatient with the two just dating, and manages to get Pastor Galswells to crash their date at the local coffee shop to (very reluctantly) extol the virtues of marriage. Victor is mortified and bolts – Victoria follows him, and assures him that she's willing to wait for a commitment. They manage to recover the date, even getting a prize from a little arcade game outside the laundromat – a cheap plastic ring. Victor goes on a walk afterwards in the local woods to clear his head, and ponders if he's ready to get more serious with Victoria or not. In the process, he ends up doing a mock proposal to what he thinks is a bunch of hand-like roots by an old oak, reciting the town's founder's vows and slipping the ring onto a finger.

Turns out it's actually a root-like skeletal hand, which promptly seizes Victor's wrist and tries to pull him into the dirt. Victor fights free, only for a half-rotted corpse bride to rise from the earth. He flees for the bridge – she follows and catches up before he can make it back to town. Victor faints as she goes to kiss him, and wakes in a strange and colorful world that he is informed is the Land of the Dead. Apparently everyone thinks he and the corpse – Emily – are married thanks to him speaking the vows. Victor blurts out that it was a joke – then, seeing Emily well up, clarifies he had no idea she was even there. He asks who she is and how she even came to rise – her friend Bonejangles steps in, explaining through song that she's a murdered bride, killed by the man who promised to elope with her, who vowed to wait under that tree for her true love to set her free. Victor feels awful for giving her false hope, and asks if they can talk more privately. Emily leads him to one of her favorite lookout spots, where they run into Victor's old dog Scraps (now just a skeleton). Victor apologizes for the misunderstanding, and Emily apologizes for frightening him – she was just so excited about finally being married. They talk a bit about Upstairs versus Downstairs, and Emily admits that she misses the living world and would love to see it again. Victor decides that maybe this is the least he can do for her and asks if he can take her up on a pseudo-date (after clearing it with Victoria first). Emily is all for this, and they head over to Elder Gutknecht's, the local magician, who provides them with a spell to return to the Land of the Living after sunset and stay there all night – once dawn breaks, Victor will remain, and Emily return Downstairs. They spend the time until nightfall touring the Land of the Dead – Victor finds he quite likes it and Emily, and tells her that, even if the circumstances aren't the best, he's glad he met her. She is too.

Finally, night comes, and the two return to the Living world. Emily pulls Victor into an impromptu dance in the moonlight, then Victor asks her to wait in the woods while he gets Victoria and brings her around to explain. He heads over to the Everglots. . .only to find the police there, and the Lord and Lady in a tizzy. Turns out, while he was in the woods, the elder Everglots finally talked Victoria into meeting one of their chosen men – one Lord Barkis Bittern, a newcomer to town who's been sweet-talking them. Victoria went to meet him at the coffee shop – and now they've gotten a note from Barkis saying that they'll never see her alive again unless they pony up fifty thousand pounds – a sum of money they just don't have. A horrified Victor checks in with his parents to let them know he's all right (there was some worry that he'd gotten kidnapped too), then sprints back to Emily to give her the news. Emily is equally horrified – and a little concerned, as the man who murdered her was named Edward Barkis. Victor gives her the description he got from the Everglots, in case he spotted the guy – yup, that's the bastard who killed her! Emily's certain that, even if Barkis does get the money, he'll probably kill Victoria anyway, so time is of the essence in finding her. They use the "emergency escape clause" in the spell to head back Downstairs, and explain things to Gutknecht, who agrees to help. Victor gives Gutknecht a flower Victoria gave him earlier in the day to help him track down her location, while Emily rounds up a bunch of her dead friends to storm the place and rescue her. Gutknecht finds Victoria in, of all places, the church – the gang descends on it, and finds both Galswells and Victoria tied up, with Barkis standing guard. He's – naturally a little shocked to see a bunch of walking corpses demanding he free his captives, but manages to regain his wits in time to steal General Bonesaparte's sword and duel Victor (who gets a barbecue fork from Ms. Plum that he uses rather well). Emily saves Victor from a fatal stabbing after Barkis disarms him, and a sneaky call to the police from Bonejangles summons them to save Victoria and Galswells. Barkis is brought in, Victor and Victoria are reunited, and the dead prepare to head back down Below. Victor introduces Victoria to Emily, and they thank her for her part in saving her. Emily thanks them in return, saying she was happy to spare Victoria a variation on her own fate and that she's thrilled to see her murderer finally brought to justice. She says that she'll probably be moving on for real to whatever's next soon, now that that's no longer hanging over her head, but that she'll keep them close in her heart. They say a heartfelt goodbye, and Victor and Victoria head home.

May 29th, 2004: The next day, Victoria apologies to Victor, but says the whole experience has badly rattled her and she'd like to take a break from dating while she processes it all. (In fact, she plans to take a break from the whole village, having talked her parents into reopening an abandoned summer home that they were never able to sell for a couple of months.) Victor understands – his parents do not, and he ends up on their shit list for supposedly letting her slip through his fingers. Even worse, Galswells immediately starts accusing Victor of dark sorcery because of the walking dead (never mind that they helped save his life). Few people take Galswells seriously, but even those who don't blame Victor for apparently driving the man out of his mind, and he becomes a figure of mockery and derision in the village.

July 4th, 2004: Alice, having endured about half a year of only semi-effective therapy from Bumby in the Houndsditch Home, suffers another psychotic break while visiting Pris Witless (who took to blackmailing her about a comment she made while not really with it that suggests she might have some responsibility for her family's death) and tumbles back into a freshly-corrupted Wonderland. This time, the source of her troubles isn't the Queen, but some sort of terrible Infernal Train built in the factories of Hatter's Domain, which flies across the landscape spewing a horrible black goo called Ruin everywhere. Alice battles her away across various domains trying to track down who commissioned the Train and how to stop the Ruin, while in reality she wanders in a hallucinatory daze across London over the course of about two months. During her travels, she almost drowns in the Thames after falling in; narrowly escapes a fire at her old nanny's bar (and secret brothel), set by said nanny's ex-pimp; runs afoul of the police by causing a scene at her old family lawyer's house looking for her beloved toy rabbit; and ends up briefly back at Rutledge when the local cops decide she's too much of a danger to herself to roam unsupervised. She goes catatonic again for a bit as she braves the last of her domains, and awakens with the terrible knowledge that Bumby killed her family – and worse, his activities at Houndsditch are a front for child prostitution. He isn't removing the painful memories of the children under his care – he's wiping their minds entirely and selling them to unsavory sorts! She tries to convince the staff of Rutledge of this, but none except Dr. Wilson and Nurse Darling are willing to listen to her – and even they can't do anything without proof. Superintendent Monroe forces her to return with Bumby when he comes to pick her up. . .

September 7th, 2004: So Alice confronts Bumby herself about his wrongdoings shortly afterward, cornering him in the Moorgate Underground during a quiet moment. Bumby smugly admits that she's right, claiming he's giving the children under his care a "new purpose" – and that Lizzie deserved what she got. Alice realizes that the key he uses to hypnotize people is in fact her sister's room key, and reclaims it, furiously telling him she'll go to the police with it. Bumby tells her no one will ever believe her – Alice points out the security camera, but Bumby tells her it hasn't worked for months (he made sure of that, since he uses this station to drop off kids sometimes) and that the key isn't enough to reopen her case. She can either storm off in a huff and return to the asylum, or submit to his care as the "tasty bit" he'd hoped to make her.

Alice takes a third option and pushes him in front of an oncoming train.

Fortunately, she's able to spin the incident as an accident (Bumby falling in front of the train) and – after a search of Houndsditch reveals his private journal, with the ledger for his less-savory activities – no one's much inclined to look too much into his death. Alice still thinks that it might be a good idea to get out of the country, though, just in case. Besides, after all that's happened, she craves a fresh start in a new world. She gets the help of Dr. Wilson (now the director of Houndsditch) to track down her rabbit, and prepares to go as far from London as possible – Los Angeles, California.

September 10th, 2004: Around the same time, Victor finally snaps when he receives a letter from Victoria, telling him her parents have decided not to move back to Burtonsville as they don't want to confront the memory of Barkis – or the Van Dorts. Without the hope that they'll be reunited and possibly resume their relationship, Victor decides to leave Burtonsville himself, concocting a story for his parents about wanting to go to college overseas. He too eventually decides that Los Angeles, California is the perfect place to go and starts making plans.

October 1st, 2004: Emily, having finished up what she wanted in the Underworld and said goodbye to all her friends, prepares to move on to whatever comes next. With Elder Gutknecht's help, she moves Upstairs for one final look at the moonlight before releasing her soul. . .

Only to have said soul snagged and bottled by a mysterious stranger. Trapped and only vaguely aware of what's happening to her, Emily is taken back to the Giovanni mansion, where she becomes part of a strange ritual. To her shock, the ritual restores to her a – well, semi-alive body; she's basically a very well put-together and sentient zombie. The resident Giovanni are impressed with her construction, but displeased she won't follow orders (they were expecting a servant), and lock her in the basement of their mansion for further experiments.

October 7th, 2004: Emily gains a cellmate – Lizzie Liddell! Turns out her soul was snagged by another Giovanni around the same time Emily's was, and she too was subject to the same ritual – with the same result. The two girls quickly bond over their shared backstory of "a rotten man plundered and murdered me" (if in two different ways), and their worries about their living friends (Victor and Victoria) and family (Alice).

October 10th, 2004: Getting frustrated with the failure of their latest necromantic ritual, the Giovanni try just yanking a soul straight out of the Underworld at random. By sheer chance (or perhaps the table still being contaminated with a bit of Emily's hair), they get Bonejangles, who is very surprised at going from a skeleton the Ball & Socket pub to sort-of-living man on a cold slab in a mansion in L.A. He's thrown in the basement too when he won't play ball – Emily is equal parts shocked, thrilled, and horrified to see him. Lizzie takes a little time to warm up to him, but his extremely different demeanor from Bumby and the other Oxford toadies wins her over, and soon the three are planning escape attempts and wondering just what the world outside is like. . .

October 14th, 2004: Alice arrives in Los Angeles, having reclaimed her bunny and said her goodbyes to her family's graves. She manages to snag a room at a rather crappy motel at the edges of the city, and starts looking for work and a better place to live. Unfortunately, her presence is noted by one Fish, a 7th Generation Malkavian, who sees her madness and decides that she must be brought into the clan. And what better way to lure her in than putting an ad in the paper, claiming he has an apartment for rent. . .

October 20th, 2004: Victor arrives in Los Angeles – or, more specifically, Santa Monica. He snags a rather nicer hotel room and starts trying to figure out what exactly he wants to do with himself while he's here.

Three days later, the question is answered when a drunk driver plows into him, and he ends up in the local clinic. . .

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Bad Reputation (J.A)

Description: Everybody is against Jack dating you because of your past.

Song: Bad Reputation by Shawn Mendes

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of physical abuse

A/N: this is set in an A/U universe where all of the boys went to the same high school and all grew up in the same hometown in L.A, but beside that everything else is the same

Word Count: 2.6k

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" She got a bad reputation She takes the long way home "

"Where have you been?" Corbyn asked as Jack subtly walked into their shared house. Jack glanced up and took notice of all of the boys staring at him, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

"What is this? An intervention?" Jack scoffed, locking the door and shoving his hands into his pockets.

"You could say that," Jonah huffed. Jack rolled his eyes and took a few more steps into the house.

"If this is who I think it's about-"

"You're damn right it is," Corbyn scoffed. Jack clenched his jaw and began to head upstairs.

"This isn't a fucking joke, Jack. Were you with her or not tonight?" Daniel asks. Jack flares his nostrils, not replying.

"Just answer the question, dude," Corbyn groaned.

"Yes, I was. And I couldn't give two fucks about what you guys have to say about it," Jack argued.

"What were you doing with her?" Jonah inquired.

"I really don't see how that's any of your business..." Jack gritted his teeth as they all stared at him with accusing looks. "We hung out and then we walked here."

"You smell like liquor," Corbyn registered.

"We only shared a bottle," Jack narrowed his eyes.

"Only shared a-" Jonah scoffed.

"I still have no clue what you guys have against her. She hasn't done anything to you guys. Get off my back."

"She's been a bad influence on you since high school."

"Don't talk about her like that," Jack grows tense.

"She slept with the entire baseball-" Corbyn began.

"And football," Daniel added.

"And football teams," Corbyn concludes.

"You don't know shit. You only heard the rumors," Jack angrily defended you.

" And all of my friends seen her naked Or so the story goes "

"We know enough," Zach claims.

"You don't know anything. You all think you do," Jack spat. "You're supposed to be my best friends. Leave my girl alone and fuck off." With that, he turned and marched out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

" Mistakes we all make them But they won't let it go, no "

Jack marched down the pathway and started heading towards your house, knowing that it'd be at least a twenty-minute walk from where he stood. He took out his phone and went straight to his contacts, pressing on your name and holding the phone up to his ear.

You answered on the second ring.

"Hey, babe," you said, your voice lifting a smile onto Jack's face.

"Hey," he greeted. "I'm headed to your place. That okay?"

"Yeah, just come through the back. You know the drill," you tell him.

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit."

"Alright, see you then," you hum before hanging up. Jack looks down at his phone which displays a 'call ended' screen.

" Cause she's got a bad reputation But I know what they don't "

"I-," Jack cut himself off, exhaling out his nose and shoving the phone into his pockets.

Jack found himself at your house not too long afterward. He headed to your gate and used one of the trash cans to hoist himself up over the fence. When he landed on the other side, he dusted his knees off and then made his way to the back of the house. He ducked down to avoid being seen through the windows and went to the bush the ladder he'd used at least a hundred times by now was hidden in. He made sure to be quiet unfolding the ladder and setting it up against your open window.

He climbed up the metal steps and before he could climb into the room, your lips took him by surprise.

You giggled as you pulled away, a lazy smile on Jack's face.

"Hi, baby," you gave him a cheeky grin, leaning in and pecking his lips once more. He then climbed in, landing on your floor gently. "You okay?"

"Yeah," he nodded, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You sounded pissed off over the phone," you brushed some hair out of his face.

"I did?"

"Mhm."

"Sorry," he apologizes.

"Why are you sorry? Who pissed you off?"

Jack puckered his lips inwards. "It's a long story."

"I got time," you hum, pulling him by the wrist and sitting him on your bed before sitting yourself right beside him. A sigh leaves your lips as you play with both his and your fingers. "Is it the guys?"

"Unfortunately."

"Was it about me again?"

Jack's eyes solemnly gaze into yours, answering your question.

"I don't want you getting into a fight with your best friends over me," you shake your head. "You guys shouldn't be arguing every week about something so minuscule."

"You aren't minuscule," Jack frowns. "Don't talk about yourself like that. I just spent ten minutes defending you to them."

" And I don't care what they say about you baby They don't know what you've been through "

You bite the inside of your cheek. "Jack..."

"We've come this far, Y/N," he brings a hand up to caress your cheek.

You and Jack have been friends for four years. You had met freshman year of high school when you were crying in the bathroom stall. Fortunately, that was the day Jack had accidentally stumbled into the girl's restroom.

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October 16, 2013

"Hey... Are you okay?" Jack asked, taking wary steps towards you.

"Leave me alone," you whimpered, your voice muffled by your arm you held over your mouth.

Jack pushes his mouth to the side, pushing his falling glasses higher onto his nose.

"You're crying. Do you want me to get a teacher?" Jack asked.

"No!" your head shot upwards, a gasp leaving Jack's mouth when he noticed the red mark on your left cheek.

"What happened-"

"Please, just don't come near me. And don't get a teacher," you pleaded. "What are you doing in the girl's bathroom?"

"I thought it was the guy's bathroom," Jack defended himself. He bit his bottom lip before shrugging his bag off of his shoulder and digging into the front pocket. He pulls out a small package of tissues and walks over to you, handing it to you.

" Trust me, I could be the one to treat you like a lady Let me see what's underneath, all I need is you "

"What's this for?" you sniff, blinking rapidly, trying to keep more tears from coming.

"To-uh-wipe the tears away. That's much softer than the bathroom's paper towels, so it shouldn't hurt that," he gestures to the mark on your face.

You glance from him to the tissues before wiping your nose and pushing your hair behind your ear.

"Thank you."

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May 19, 2014

"How come you never let me walk you home?" Jack asks as the two of you walk out of the exit doors of your high school.

"Why do you peel oranges with a fork?" You raise a single eyebrow.

"Nice try," he narrows his eyes at you, growing more curious after you tried to divert the subject. "Seriously. Why can't I walk you home?"

" She got a bad reputation Nobody gets too close "

"My mom and step-dad would freak if they saw a boy walk me home," you partially lie, and he realizes this by detecting the quiver in your voice. But he wouldn't let you know that. You have secrets and he respected that, though a part of him wished you'd tell him sooner.

"If your parents are so strict, how are you gonna go on that date with Michael tomorrow night?" Jack asked.

"I'm sneaking out," you shrug.

"Won't you get in more trouble if you're caught?"

"That's why I won't get caught," you simply roll your shoulders. You stop walking, causing Jack to do so as well.

"What?"

"Heads-side up," you mutter, looking down at the penny on the ground.

Something Jack had learned about you in the past year was that you were ridiculously superstitious.

When you bent down to pick up the 'lucky penny', the back of your shirt had hitched up. Jack wouldn't have paid it much attention if a black and blue bruise that marked your skin. This was the fourth time he's seen a bruise on your body. He knew not to ask because every other time he did, you'd brush it off with excuses he didn't believe.

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May 21st, 2014

You went on a date.

Jack didn't know why the fact bothered him. You had had three boyfriends in the year he's grown to know you. But that specific date made him uncomfortable.

" A sight of a soul when it's breaking Making my heart grow cold "

It was a Wednesday night when you had showed up at Jack's house for the first time ever.

"Jack, sweetie," his mother called as she opened his door. "Y/N says she's here for you."

"Y/N," Jack stood from his desk chair. His mom gave you a small smile and let you into his room before disappearing down the hallway. "What are you doing here?"

You didn't say anything, the fake smile you tried so hard to keep on your face breaking, tears rushing down your face that instantly turned red.

Jack's eyes widened as he jumped up and to your side, his arms wrapping around you.

"What happened?" he brought you to his bed, where the two of you sat, your small cries quieted by his shoulder.

"M-Michael. We were on that stupid date when he spilled water on me - which the fuckwad did on purpose. He brought me back to his house and said I could change into one of his shirts. I went into his bathroom and changed and then after that, he tried to kiss me, but I didn't want to. So he kicked me out and I had to walk home," you sobbed.

" And into the deeper she's sinking I'm begging her please don't let go "

"That dick didn't deserve you anyway," Jack scoffed.

"It's not even that that I'm so disgusted about. That sick bastard took pictures of me while I was changing and sent it to the whole school," you cried. Jack gasped, looking down at you.

"Y/N, this is something we have to tell adults," he said.

"I tried! I t-told my mom and..." you didn't want to finish it, shaking your head with a roll of the eyes.

"She what? What'd she do?"

"She called me a slut and said it was my fault," you whispered, a sob leaving your throat.

Jack was confused. How could someone say that to their own daughter?

"Not only does she think that, but so does the entire fucking school. You weren't there today when guys cornered me during lunch, touching me and asking if my breasts are real," you spat out, not towards Jack but viciously towards those creeps. "And those bitches calling me a whore in class, talking behind my back as if I can't hear them."

"Y/N-"

"I just don't know what to do, Jack. I have shitty parents who couldn't give less of a crap about me, all the boys are trying to touch me like I belong to them and all of those girls sneer at me whenever I'm in a room with them." You sniffed and bawled your eyes out.

Jack looked at you, bewildered. This is the hardest he's ever seen you cry and this is the angriest he's ever been. He just didn't know what to say or do in this case to help you. His cursing at Michael would do no good.

"Hey, hey," Jack whispered, grasping your chin in between his forefinger and thumb and gently pulling your face upwards so he could look you into your glossy red eyes. "Don't let that dipshit get the best of you. He's a horny son of a bitch and deserves to go to jail for releasing those pictures of a minor. What we're going to do is report that sorry ass and then we're also gonna report those guys for touching you. After that, every time one of those girls says anything to or about you, you'll ignore them because you're the more mature person."

You kept quiet, furrowing your eyebrows and pursing your lips.

"But I don't want to be the mature person," you suddenly say, surprising Jack. "I'm going to make those mother-fuckers sorry."

" She's got a bad reputation But she's all that... all I want, though "  

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February 25th, 2015

"Y/N Y/L/N, please report to the main office. Y/N Y/L/N, please report to the main office," Ms.Danny from the front office's voice rang over the intercom.

A smug smile found its way onto your face as you bite the end of your pen, cocking your head to the side cockily.

"What did you do now?" Jack groaned from beside you. You only sent him a wink, an action that caused his insides to flip.

"I'll tell you later. Just know I'll be suspended for at least a week or two," you click your teeth, standing up from your desk and slinging your backpack onto your shoulder before sauntering out of the door, but not before saluting the teacher.

There was this side of you, the side Jack grew accustomed to.

"Jack," your sob was heard from the phone and into Jack's ear. "Jack, it's bad."

"Y/N," Jack panicked. "What's wrong? Where are you?"

The sound of banging and screams could be heard in the background of the call, frightening him even more than your cries.

"I'm at my house. I need you to call the police! Please, Jack, I-" your voice was cut off by the loud sound of a door being kicked down. Only screaming and shouting could be heard after that, Jack's heart pumping an extra speed by the second.

"Y/N!" he shouted into the phone, growing frustrated when you didn't respond. He then quickly hung up and ran out of his house, jogging to yours with 911 dialed into his phone.

"911, what's your emergency?"

Though the police might have been too late, Jack arrived just in time.

He ran in through the door of your home, a house he's never stepped in before. He made his way towards the screaming, breathing heavily by the time he's made it up the stairs to and to the all of the commotion and chaos. He nearly paused when he saw you in the corner of your room, crying and being held against the wall by some man with a full head of black hair and a beard.

Everything after that was a blur.

The next thing Jack knows, you and he are sitting in the back of an ambulance, a paramedic checking the marks on your neck and face.

That day, Jack had put all the pieces together.

The reason you were crying the day the two of you have met was because of your stepfather. All of the bruises and marks you've worn on your body in the past few years were all because of the drunk bastard who came home and beat on you and your drug addict of a mother.

This was the side of you that. Jack had never been revealed to before.

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"Jack, you know everything about me. You've been a part of my life during both the best and worst times. Neither of us needs to prove to your friends' anything about me. If they chose to believe that I'm a cold-hearted bitch who's done nothing but corrupt you, then let them."

" And I don't care what they say about you baby They don't know what you've been through "

"I just don't see you as anything but amazing," Jack runs circles on your cheek with his thumb. "You were my first official kiss, my first official girl best friend, my first official love-"

Both you and he paused at the accidental word that slipped from his lips.

"I-uh," Jack stuttered.

"I really hope you meant that," you shyly smiled, causing one to bloom on his face as well.

" And trust me, I could be the one to treat you like a lady "

Without speaking, he leaned in and attached his lips to yours. "I love you," he mumbled, pulling away from you and leaning his forehead on yours.

"I love you, too," you giggle wholeheartedly.

"God, do I love the sound of that."

" Let me see what's underneath, all I need is you "

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chance of me making a part two? high.

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