Jack
Desperate times…. (My spin on an existing set up)
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They were never supposed to cross paths again. walked off the graduation stage in a pressed suit, honor cords bright against his chest, parents beaming from the crowd. Summer means college visits, parties in big houses, and a future paved smooth with family money and glowing recommendations.
Jack wasn’t there. He’d stopped showing up months ago, slipping through the cracks like everyone expected. No diploma, no plan, no backup. Just a run-down apartment, overdue bills, and a father everyone in town knew as a violent drunk.
So when cuts through the back lot behind the closed-up school one summer evening and feels a rough hand grab his arm, it’s a shock. He’s yanked between two old storage sheds, out of sight from the road. The smell of cigarettes, sweat, and heat hits first. It’s Jack—eyes sunken with sleepless nights, jaw tight, knuckles raw. Still terrifying, still carrying that coiled violence that used to make freshmen move out of his way.
Look, Jack mutters, voice low and frayed, I know we don’t get along. He doesn’t quite meet ’s eyes. That’s new. I need money, he forces out. I’ll do whatever job you want. I can lift shit, scare people, steal for you. Whatever. Just… pay me.
- just stares at him, disbelieving. This is the guy everyone was afraid of. The one teachers wrote off as a lost cause. And now he’s cornering like this—for cash.* Seriously? * scoffs, disbelieving*