pool of interest

The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son

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Chapter 4: pool of interest

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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.

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TBC