Agent Joseph Jonas Chp. 14

Joe’s P.O.V

“I think my friend, Dave, knows this hit-man on the other side of town,” Kevin said to me, from his spot on the recliner chair. “You want me to hook you up with him?”

I sighed, running a hand through my tousled hair. “As tempting as that sounds…I’m going to have to say no.”

Kevin shrugged, flipping through the channels on the TV. “Your loss, dude.”

I stood up from the couch, walking over to the mirror that hung on the wall from the other side of the room. I cursed under my breath as I took a look at my reflection, seeing that I was a complete and utter mess. My face had lost its glow, a small, dirty stubble covered my chin and under my nose, my hair looked as if I hadn’t run a comb through it in days, and not to mention the once visible sparkle in my eyes was gone without a trace. But deeper than that, I noticed that the cocky, macho, self-centered guy wasn’t staring back at me anymore…And it was almost like looking at a complete stranger.

What had this boy done to me?

Everything was just fine before he came along. Everything was simple…easy. Now, I spent about 99% of my time thinking about him, and the other 1% trying to think of ways to not think about him.

Talk about whipped.

I felt like a school girl who had one of those ridiculous crushes on the hottest guy in school, fantasizing about what it would be like if he would actually notice me. But I already knew Nick felt the same way about me; that was pretty obvious. But what I didn’t know was why he didn’t just admit it, kick that douche bag to the curb, and come running into my willingly out-stretched arms. I mean…this was me we were talking about.

Okay, I admit…not all the cockiness had left my system.

I looked back over at Kevin, to see him momentarily stuffing his face with a bag of cheese puffs- my bag- and laughing at some retarded scene that had just played on the screen.

“Kevin, not that I don’t want you here or anything, but don’t you have your own house with your own TV?” I asked, cringing when I saw large crumbs fall onto my leather exterior couch. “And I hope you know you’re cleaning that shit up.”

He shrugged. “Yours is better.”

Sighing again, I took a seat back on the couch- as if by routine- and let my head rest in my hands.

“You really care about this kid a lot, don’t you?” Kevin asked, a few minutes later.

I looked up at him, nodding slowly. “More than anything and anyone in the world.”

I half expected him to get his lazy ass up and comfort me, telling me how everything was going to be okay and all that bullshit. But I hadn’t expected him to blatantly burst out laughing, his body shaking uncontrollably. Still laughing, he stood up, reaching into his pocket and holding up his cell phone in front me.

“You mind saying that one more time for me?” he asked, struggling to suppress his laughter as he pressed the record button on the side of his phone.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He chuckled, dramatically wiping off a fake tear drop from the corner of his eye. “You, Joe Jonas, just admitted your love for a sixteen year old boy. This is just too rich.”

Normally, I would have gotten up and kicked his ass into next year. But, surprisingly, I didn’t. Instead, I simply shook my head disapprovingly, before resting it back in my hands.

After a while, I think Kevin got the point. He put his phone back in his pocket, and then took a seat next to me, patting me comfortingly on the back.

“Look, I’m sorry, dude,” he apologized. “I didn’t seriously think this meant so much to you.”

“It does,” I insisted. “And the thing is…I care about this kid so fucking much, but I don’t even know what to do about it. I don’t know what he wants me to do.”

He was quiet for a while, the silence filling the room.

“This is so weird,” he said, finally. “This is a side of you I never thought I’d ever see. I mean…this is like a whole other universe.”

I looked towards the large, flat TV screen, seeing my reflection staring back at me again.

“Tell me about it.”

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The next day at school, I walked into that building with a high sense of determination written on my face. I marched down the hall, my lips pressed into a tight line and my eyes narrowed down to slits as I scanned the crowds for him. When I saw him standing by his locker, casually getting out his books, a deep rage boiled beneath my skin, and I suppressed a growl.

I had just about had it dammit.

Enough was enough.

I threw my bag down on the floor, grabbing him by the shirt, and roughly pushing him into the row of lockers, the sound of his back colliding into the metal loudly ringing in my ears. His stared down at me, his blue eyes full of fear and confusion. I was now aware that people were staring at me, but I couldn’t bring myself to give a fuck, at the moment.

“Who the hell are you?” the douche asked, his voice coming out breathy as he somewhat struggled to breath, from the way my hand was pressing into his chest.

“I’m about to be your worst nightmare, unless you stop hanging around with Nick,” I seethed, my eyes burning intensely into his skull.

“What?”

“You heard me!” I said, pressing him up harder against the lockers, a loud huff of air escaping his body. “Stay the fuck away from, Nick.”

I threw him to the ground, resisting the urge to kick his face in as I stared down harshly at him. He scrambled up off the floor, abandoning his books and scurrying off down the hallway. I smiled inwardly, a cynical smirk spreading over my face.

“Simmons!” a familiar voice shouted.

My throat clenched as I turned around to come face-to-face to Mr. Saunders, realizing that I had stupidly decided to lose my mind near my first period class.

“Detention!”

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I really don’t understand what teachers expect for you to get out of detention. They seriously classify sitting in a classroom and not talking a punishment? Unless they were to give you work, of course; something stupid like writing out “I will not miss behave in class” 500 times on a sheet of paper. But still…even that isn’t really something I would honesty think up when I thought about the word penalty.

For my little “irresponsible act” Mr. Saunders basically had me in detention for the entire day- which truly is more like an ISS, but without the work. I felt like something related to a little kid being put on time-out as I sat in a small, empty classroom, my eyes focused on nothing in particular and my hands doodling invisible pictures onto the top of my desk, out of boredom. But all-in-all I had gotten something shockingly good out of this whole experience…one hell of a nice nap.

When I heard the door open from behind me, I didn’t look back. I was expecting it to be Mr. Saunders, who had insisted on checking up at me every five goddamn minutes, even though there was already a teacher in the classroom with me. But I figured he was probably coming to watch over me, since the other teacher had stepped out of the room for a second.

I listened as the footsteps walked closer towards my desk, and I waited for the whole long speech about “the importance of showing respect…demonstrating an example…taking responsibility for my actions…blah, blah, blah.” But when it never came, I curiously turned around, my eyes widening at the sight of Nick standing in front of me.

His expression was blank…but I knew better. Of course Brandon’s pansy ass went and told him about what happened. Now, I was waiting for a new speech to be drone upon me. And within five quick seconds, I had prepared myself for it, standing up in front of him, my head raised high.

“Go ahead and say it,” I voiced. “But I warned you I was going to do whatever it took, and I’ll continue to do what I hav-.”

I was suddenly interrupted mid-sentence, the air escaping my body when he roughly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. I instantly pulled him closer to me, sighing as his warmth mixed with mine. My eyes fluttered closed when I felt him place a few soft kisses against the side of my neck, one of his hands sneaking its way into my hair. I let out a soft noise when he began to stroke my scalp, lovingly.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he whispered in my ear.

I let out a breathy laugh. “It may have crossed my mind once or twice,” I joked, a smile breaking out on my face when I felt him shiver beneath me, as my breath hit his skin.

He pulled back, slightly, his eyes searching mine. My jaw clenched as desire flowed through my veins, my hands travelling lower down his back.

“Come on,” I said, huskily, feeling the rapid beating of his heartbeat as I pressed him harder against me.

“Where are we going?” he asked, his eyes focused up on my lips, as a smirk played against them.

“Away from here.”