Coming here, seeing this side of Beckett it's brought out a part of him I hate. It's why I don't date rich people and yet here I am enamoured with A boy from Manning Heights.
I shake my head and step into the room where I hear voices. The show must go on, and on it will.
I make no move to acknowledge anyone as I step up to the table. Pulling out an empty chair lazily and plopping down in it before looking at the food. The way in which no one else has started eating is a clear sign that I shouldn't start eating, but I choose to ignore that reaching forward and lifting a pancake off the stack and onto my plate.
Someone clears their throat and I wait another second or so before I turn to face Beckett's father and lift a brow.
"syrup?"
His face is growing red and he looks ready to jump across the table, but suddenly the women next to me reaches across the table.
"Oh yes! Here you are sweetie must be like a delicacy for you"
I grin back at her taking the syrup from her hands.
"oh yes...in all honesty I've never even had it before"
Her eyes practically bulge from her head and Beckett grunts across from me totally calling my bullshit, but I lay it on thick.
Taking a dramatic bite of my pancakes (now smothered in syrup) I moan loudly.
"Oooh my that is just delicious"
The women beside me beams clapping her hands.
"that's wonderful you like it! I'm so happy we could give you that experience"
I nod again and shovel more pancake in my mouth barely bothering to close my mouth between bites. Finally Beckett's dad coughs loudly.
"Enough. Let's have a nice meal, everyone go ahead. Jasper word of advice, next time wait until everyone is eating"
I shrug at him and grin a measly "whoops" my only response. Beckett kicks me under the table, but I give him no sort of reaction. Instead I just continue to eat my pancakes.
Beckett's Dad clears his throat attempting draw everyone's attention, but I of course only continue to eat.
"Jasper."
I lift a brow dropping my fork and letting it clatter against my plate loudly. A few people at the table physically flinch and I swear I see Beckett's fathers eye twitch. He swallows stiffly.
"If you could mind your manners for even a moment I'll introduce our guests"
I shrug knowing it'll bother him.
"Whatever"
The way his teeth grind only makes me smirk, but Beckett coughs and glares when I turn my attention to him. I simply roll my eyes not happy with him wanting to defend his father, the man who hurt him.
Beckett's dad speaks loudly, if I had to guess it was in hopes of drowning out any other disturbances I may try and cause.
"Well the Smiths have joined us for breakfast, on your left Selene and on your right their son Tyler and this here on the other side of Beckett is Mr.Smith or..."
"Wilson!"
The man jumps up to shake my hand and I note the way Beckett's dad narrows his eyes. Doesn't like to be interrupted does he?
I shake Mr.Smith's hand before sitting back down. Tyler their son speaks next.
"So Jasper is it difficult going to school at Baldtons?"
I smirk and lick my lips before turning my gaze to Beckett.
"We'll I spend most of my time with Beckett and trust me it's very hard"
Beckett coughs aggressively and delivers yet another kick to me under the table. I only chuckle.
"Oh don't worry Beck! I'm only kidding, Baldton's is fine, it's not home, but it's not the worst place"
Tyler chuckles.
"fair enough, I'm considering mentoring there one of these summers if I get a chance. What do you find the most beneficial about having a mention?"
Beckett's eyes are frantic and wide which only makes me want to laugh suppressing a grin as I answer.
"We'll I can think of a few things...you know there was this one time Beckett helped me out in the morning before class...what was it you did again so we'll Beckett?"
Beckett takes a long drink of his water before swallowing stiffly and tugging on his collar. His cheeks still quiet red.
"Helped you tie your tie"
I snap my fingers drawing the attention back to me and off of Beckett who looks about ready to implode.
"That's it! A nice added benefit to learn how to tie a tie...never know when I'll need to wear a tie"
Tyler nods eagerly.
"that's really nice of you Beckett to donate your time to helping teach Jasper how to tie his tie"
Beckett nods "yup...always a pleas..."
The word dies in his throat as if he realizes the meaning and he swallows.
"Sorry dry throat, but yes I uh...like to help when I can"
Tyler nods and Selene decides to jump back into the conversation turning to me.
"So dear anything you could use at home?"
I blink at her not sure what she means.
She smiles at me as if I'm a child.
"we would love to donate to you and if you're okay with it we discussed with Mr.Harrison even having a donation box at the party this evening"
Immediately my face is taken over by one of disgust. Despite appreciating that this women is being nice to me and trying to be helpful being shown off as a charity case is one thing, but having a donation box set up for you is another. I don't want anything from the rich snobs.
Just as I'm about to tell her absolutely fucking not Beckett speaks.
"That won't be necessary Selene, but thank you."
Selene looks surprised by his dismissal of her idea and her face falls, but I shake my head.
"Beckett's right, there's nothing we need"
Her turns to one of disappointment and Beckett's dad grunts.
"I apologize Selene, that's very unfortunate of Jasper to decline such a generous offer when it's so clear he could use the help"
At that I'm pissed and stand abruptly knocking into the table as I do.
"So clear I could use the help? You don't know a fucking thing about me! I don't need shit from you"
With that I turn and leave the room seething. How can Beckett defend someone like him? Side with him? He's a selfish asshole.
I slam the door to the stupid room I'm staying in and walk over to the window staring out it. Suddenly I feel homesick. Being at the school wasn't so bad, I could pretend they weren't all rich snobs. In some way we were all the same since everyone one of us had been sent there as a delinquent, but here. Here I'm just surrounded by pretentious assholes that see me as nothing more then a charity case.
I pull out my phone and decide to call Preston wanting to talk to someone who understands where I'm coming from. It rings three times before he picks up.
"Go for P!"
I roll my eyes almost regretting calling him.
"Please don't ever say that again"
He chuckles.
"I was trying something new, what's up?"
I sigh loudly.
"I'm at Beckett's cottage on Lake Hanley, place is fucking crawling with rich snobs and they basically brought me here to be the resident charity case"
Present whistles lowly.
"Damn I kinda liked that guy, but I can jump him with Zack"
I blink confused.
"Jump who?"
Preston chuckles
"Beckett what kind of asshole drags someone into that? A fucking shitty ass motherfu.."
I quickly interrupt him not wanting to hear him say that shit about Beckett weather I'm mad at him or not.
"No. It wasn't Beckett!"
Preston stops his verbal assault on Beckett and makes a grunting sound.
"We'll who the fucks fault is it then?"
I groan.
"the schools, Beckett's dad donated cash and suggested we come spend the weekend out here because it'll look good for buisness"
Preston scoffs.
"That's fucking stupid"
I nod despite him being unable to see me.
"I've only been here one fucking night and they're already trying to shove handouts down my throat"
Preston sighs.
"Tell ''em to fuck off"
I chuckle "yeah pretty damn close to it earlier"
I sigh and Preston tsks.
"Alright get over that poor me bullshit I'll come cheer you up"
I turn away from the window instead leaning against the sill.
"Really when?"
He makes a sound of disbelief.
"You don't believe me?! Me and the boys will be there tomorrow meet us at the Lake Hanley beach where all these rich fucks hangout"
I feel my lips tug I would enjoy getting to see Preston and the guys and just hangout.
"Yeah sure man see you then"
Preston says his goodbyes and I hang up the phone tucking it back in my pocket and head to the door. I'll be dammed if I'm stuck in this room all day and decide to go find Brody or Derek.
Instead when I pull the door open I find Beckett leaning against the wall across the hall. He jumps up when he sees me before sinking back into himself quickly.
"Um sorry I didn't...I wasn't ease dropping I swear I just didn't want to interrupt"
I roll my eyes "whatever"
He nods once biting his lip.
"Are you um....okay?"
I roll my eyes and lean against the doorframe crossing my arms.
"Are you asking if those rich assholes hurt my feelings?"
Beckett sighs sadly.
"I was just worried Jasper...I'm sorry okay?"
I scoff "why're you sorry?"
He sighs.
"I know you didn't want to come here, You're getting treated like a charity case and you don't want to be around me...I know it's my fault and I'm sorry I don't mean..."
I let out a long sigh.
"None of this is your fault Beckett, doesn't fucking matter now anyway I'm here so I'll just saddle up and deal with it. I have thick skin you don't have to worry about me baby"
The word slips from my mouth and I cringe. I hadn't meant to say it. Not until we've talked about yesterday and cleared things up.
But what's done is done and Beckett looks conflicted. He takes a step toward me, but ultimately stops himself and that only makes me scoff.
I push off the doorframe and move to walk past him down the stairs ready to continue on my original plan to go find Brody and Derek, but Beckett catches my arm.
I look at his hand before lifting my gaze and meeting his eyes. He sucks in a breath before moving forward and pressing his lips against my own. I kiss him back, I have to. My body doesn't allow any other response when Beckett's that close.
He pulls away shortly after and sighs whispering.
"I really am sorry weather it's my fault or not"
I nod once before turning to the stairs and walking down the first few. Beckett calls my name a second later.
"Jasper?"
I stop, but don't move to look back at him knowing if I do I'll just end upstairs ready to have my way with him and somehow I doubt that'll make things better. He continues when he realizes I'm not going to turn around.
"Where are you going?"
I shrug "going to see Derek and Brody"
Beckett makes a sound.
"They're at the club...I can take you if you want?"
I sigh finally turning around.
"Whatever"
Beckett nods and moves quickly toward his room before coming back out tucking his wallet into his pants pocket. I follow him downstairs and when we get to the bottom he looks at me.
"Just wait here"
I lift a brow, but he's already started walking away. As soon as I note he's heading toward his fathers study I follow staying just behind him enough his dad won't see me.
Beckett knocks and looks at me anxiously.
The loud "what?" that comes from the other side of the door annoys me.
"May I come in sir?"
I scrunch my face up in distaste when Beckett says sir, this man is fucking father not his teacher.
The voice on the other side commands him to come in and Beckett pulls the door open. Standing in the open doorway.
"Father"
His dad doesn't bother to answer verbally, but must have made some other gesture encouraging Beckett to speak again.
"I was wondering if I may use the Jeep to go to the club with Jasper?"
His dad grunts.
"that boy is an ill mannered idiot"
Beckett winces and I clench my fists.
"I'm sorry father"
I almost jump forward and tell Beckett not to apologize for my behaviour, his father deserves every ill manner I can give him and it'd be a cold day in hell before I apologize to him.
Suddenly his dad slams his hand down on his desk and Beckett flinches visibly. I tense up and move toward him, but Beckett only steps further into the room pulling the door shut behind him.
I glare at the closed door knowing he's done it on purpose. He doesn't want me to intervene he's just going to take his fathers shit.
"Don't fucking apologize for that piece of scum Beckett! Even with how unimpressive as a son you are, you are and will forever be better then the likes of him so fucking act like it!"
I shift my jaw and resist ripping the door open. Beckett begins to apologize, but his father only interrupts him again.
"The next time you apologize for someone like him I'll punish you like someone like him deserves"
Beckett's quiet and it's taking every fibre in my being not too open the door. When I hear his dads chair legs scrape the floor I bolt forward and my hand grips the knob, but the "get out" his father spits stops me just long enough for Beckett to push the door open and step out of it.
He closes the door behind him and looks at me guiltily.
"Sor..."
I hold up my hand
"don't. Let's just go"
Thankfully he doesn't try to apologize again and we just leave heading to the garage to get the jeep.
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I wish I could just post all the chapters at the lake house because there's still so much more tension and craziness to occur!
Word Count: 2448
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