Rum And Raybans || Jake & Jett
Jake roll his eyes the bouncers that kicked him out the club, finding out that he sneaked in through the back. "You know what, it wasn't even worth it. Place is shit anyway" He shouts and them before starting to walk down the street, completely oblvious to the guys walking towards him. He bumps into one of them. "Shit. Shit..Shit" He repeats as he tries to turn away, they grab him. The people he just wanted to stay away from and made him feel so inferior. They had his high school days a living hell and even though Jake had gone through a major transformation of gaining confidence, puberty being completely on his side and a good way to speak with ladies. Yet these 4 boys and someone shrunk that in a few seconds of being in the same space as him. They haven't even spoken a word and Jake was shaking a little. "Okay...Guys. It's not high school. C-Can't we..Can you just lay off me? I haven't done shit to you." He said and starts to step backward. "After what I heard, no. Not really. Kissing my girl, Gilbert. Smart move" the tallest and strongest guy said, lifting him up by his shirt. "Woah...What girl? I didn't kiss...Oohhhh. Crap" He said closes his eye before he was through hardly onto the ground. His back hitting the floor before his head goes to hit the ground. He was bleeding the guys have surrounded him, starting to kick him before they run away. Jake groans in pain; his nose bleeding. "Hey, Rocky" He said. "Wanna give me a hand up?" He said and wipes his bloody nose with his sleeve. His hand extending out seeing his best friend.