TAGGING → Jake Puckerman and Bree Tanner
TIME FRAME → Friday night, sometime after midnight
LOCATION → Abandoned train tracks somewhere in the Southside
GENERAL NOTES → Jake winds up at the place where it all began and end, bumping into an old friend turned enemy...or so he thought.
WARNINGS → None atm
Jake had reached his ‘so over it’ quota for...the year at this point. Between Sebastian turning him into a lackey and then totally ratting him out, Marley messing with his head and now super pissed at him, and Ryder going from brother to rival, Jake couldn’t do it anymore. Literally everything was falling apart around him, and as much as he wanted to do something about it, he couldn’t. What sucked the most was that he had no one to talk to. Not even him mom who he’d been fighting for this entire time. He could laugh at how well Sebastian’s plan worked and that he was getting everything he deserved. Sighing loudly, Jake pushed himself off of his bed. He was not about to sit in his room and mope all week. Screw that. Reaching under his bed, Jake pulled out his scooter and turned to leave, glaring at the hard to escape from window that was totally ruining his running away.
He told himself that he didn’t care if his mom and step-dad heard him leaving late into the night, but he still took his shoes off, opened his room door as quiet as possible, and closed it just the same before gliding across the floor, down the stairs, and out of the front door without making so much as a peep. With his mission completed, Jake felt way more awesome than he would have just climbing out of the window.
Opening up the scooter, Jake jumped on it and started to ride in the middle of the street letting his mind wander. By the time he stopped, he realized that being alone with his thoughts majorly sucked. And that going for a ride didn’t help at all. Just as he was about to get back on his first vehicle to get back home, Jake hesitated and looked around. Did he really ride all the way to the Southside? He knew it was late but to not have someone knock him on his ass the second he crossed over shocked him. Picking up his scooter, Jake started to walk, letting his feet drag him down a familiar path that eventually led him to a set of abandoned train tracks that went on forever. Laying down, Jake closed his eyes and sighed loudly, “God, this sucks.”
