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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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