[Punk!JakexReader] Mine Alone: Part 1/4

Another No-Show…

You sighed and your shoulders slumped as you continued to twirl your finger around the empty wine glass before you. You'd been waiting for so long, though you suppose that really, you should have just taken the hint earlier and left.

Optimism- that was your fatal flaw. You were far too optimistic when you really knew somewhere deep down that it wasn't going to work. You would keep instilling yourself with false hope all through the day and into the evening only for you to ultimately burn in the rubble of your own pathetic desires.

Every weekend and vacation day you spent searching- searching for something only to turn up empty time and time again- if it weren't for the fact that this was an "or-else" kind of situation, you probably would have given up months ago. -Just accepted your fate and gone on to become the New York equivalent of the reclusive crazy lady who lives her life with dozens of cat's hanging off of her- or maybe you would pull a Home Alone and turn into the kind of crazy person who spends all of their time in the park feeding the pigeons.

Okay, scratch that you hated pigeons.

You let your head drop to the side against your free arm which had been cradling it and a strand of hair fell into your face as you lifted your hand away from your empty glass and twirled it about in the air, "Canna get ah check ovah here?" You slurred.

Yes, you were a bit buzzed. But you had every right to be, you'd been waiting for how many hours now and had consumed copious amounts of whine before switching over to hard liquor. It wasn't as if you would be driving home or anything, you'd hail a cab or something.

The check arrived and you regretfully paid- you hadn't been sober enough to consider a possible dine and dash seeing as it would be much easier on your wallet. Leaving the fancy restaurant you sat yourself down on the nearest park bench and dug your phone out of the front of the incredibly uncomfortable skin tight dress that you wore -which for the record, wasn't even yours but your neighbor's.

Inputting 1 and pressing send you found yourself yet again far too tipsy to make an intelligent decision. You had vowed so many times that you would stop calling him after every failed date- you relied on him way too much and it was really starting to get-

"(Y/n)! How did your date go?" -embarrassing…

As per usual, Jake picked up on the first ring and also as per usual, he sounded way too happy for a tattooed chain-smoker at half passed one in the morning. You let out a deep sigh, "Fukin glorious- I needah ride."

There was a moment of silence on the other end followed by a gruff sigh, "…alright, where are you?"

You rolled your head to a nearby street sign and waited for the words to stop dancing before you replied, "Cornah of Wilkes n' Third- outsidah that fanceh whachamachallet."

Another bit of silence followed, and you could hear the jingling of Jake's keys and the slamming of a door, the moron was always in some kind of a hurry, it seemed, "I'll be there in ten- maybe twenty minutes." And with that Jake hung up. Jake's apartment was an forty-five minute drive away at best, meaning he was spending the night at the apartment of one of his numerous conquests.

You let out a dry laugh as you snapped your phone shut and dropped it in your lap before draping your arm over your face and tipping your head back.

You are such a fool.



At some point in your alcoholic haze you had drifted off, and were now waking up to some rubbery voice which called out to you from the blackness of your mind, "Hey doll, you look pretty wrecked~" Lifting your arm from your face you peered at the man before you and furrowed your brows. His accent was weird and you could practically feel the aura of douchebag that seemed to so naturally radiate from him.

Your lips pulled into a sneer as you sat up, "Shove off, pal." you spat.

The man staggered towards you in three's and you found that you couldn't quite tell if he was up close or far, far away.

"You sure doll? You look like you could use a place to spend the night~" You drew back as the stranger reached towards you, only semi-aware of a rumbling sound in the back of your mind which made your head pound.

"Don't call me-" You fell short as a shiny, dark green sphere suddenly slammed into the side of the slimy man's head and knocked him aside.

"Back of Ampora- this one's mine." Jake ordered, seemingly appearing out of nowhere as he glared at the greaser who was clutching his head as he leaned back against the brick wall of the restaurant. In Jake's hand was his all too familiar motorcycle helmet which only moments before had been introduced to the greaser's head.

The greaser cursed as he staggered properly to his feet, "Jesus, English, you coulda just bloody fucking said so." he spat, clutching his forehead.

"-Scram, Ampora." Jake ordered as he leered at the peculiar man.

The man cast Jake a dark glare but didn't protest, "Alright, alright, whatever man- she's not even that hot anyway."

Jake shifted threateningly towards the man, his free hand balling into a fist which he raised in warning, "-Alright-! I'm going, I'm going!" the greaser then disappeared into the back alley of the restaurant.

Jake clenched his jaw as he lowered his fist and turned to you, he looked angry and opened his mouth like he was about to say something before he noticed the state you were in and fell short.

Jake finally sighed, "The asshole doesn't know what he's missing-" Jake said, and something told you he wasn't talking about the shady greaser, "now, c'mon, let's get you home." Jake pushed his helmet down on your head and lead you over to his motorcycle which looked as though it had literally been thrown down onto the curb. Like you said- Jake was always in a rush.

There were a few visible scratches in the shiny dark green paint and some dings here and there, but overall it would be a quick fix for Jake- he was loaded and his best friend owned the best auto-body shop in the whole city. Jake got on and you followed suit, still disappointed to find that he had yet to acquire a second helmet.

You had told Jake at least a hundred times to get another one but Jake would always change the subject. All too many times the conversation is suddenly shifted towards the weather or your new earrings or some other insignificant detail. Deep down you knew that probably the only reason that he even wore the one he's got is to appease you, and that when you're not around he most likely doesn’t wear it at all.

You sighed as Jake took off and you tightened your arms around his torso, inhaling his smoke-soaked, earthy scent. You liked Jake, you really, really did. Most people could never get over the fact that he was covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings and that he smoked like a chimney, but over the years you'd accepted that as normal for Jake and had even come to find his parfum of smoke to be comforting.

Really, you could even go as far as saying that you loved Jake. You had ever since the two of  you were children but you knew that it would never work out -Jake was ten years older than you and his sister, Jade, was your best friend. Not to mention that despite the fact that Jake was indeed rich and his family was indeed powerful- there was no way that your family would ever allow it.

Jake is immature, reckless, a hot head, rebellious, and on occasions can be a bit violent. You can hardly recall seeing him with the same girl twice, while the one's that do repeat are either lesbian friends like Rose and Kanaya, never-again exes like Vriska and Roxy, clingy one night stands that he can't manage to shake, or you- a little nuisance whom he's tied to by pity if not some sort of twisted obligation.

That's not even considering your own personal situation. You happen to be the daughter of two very successful business owners who intended for you to marry someone of at least middle-class importance if not (preferably) higher. With that said, if you don't have a steady boyfriend by the time that you're twenty-five an adequate suitor will be chosen for you.

As of now, you happen to be twenty-four and running out of time- which is precisely why you do what you do. You never would have even considered online dating, speed dating, or going on blind dates otherwise.

Before your parent's little "agreement" you had never really tried your hand at dating- some foolish hope that Jake might come around for more than a fling because, really, little flings with Jake was about as close to a relationship as you had ever gotten: Games of truth or dare at sleepovers which Jake was somehow roped into, seven minutes in heaven at Jade's 16th birthday party (which was really just you and Jake playing I-Spy and "oh shit, a spider" in a dark closet), and doing lover's shots with Jake at some bar during the after party of Rose and Kanaya's wedding because your parents were watching and you had gotten into some stupid fight with them beforehand and just wanted to piss them off.

Before the agreement, you didn't think it would be that hard, you saw Rose's sister, Roxy, do it all the time while Jade herself was also quite versatile with men. After the arrangement you found that it was as if you were walking around with a sign that read "do not date" super-glued to your forehead.

You tried speed dating for a while, Jake would even go with you. He seemed to enjoy it what with all the "desperate babes who are in dire need for a night in the sack" - his words, not yours. You, however, found all the men to be either creepy or… good.

-Too good for that matter, to ever bother to call you after they spent an entire evening trying too hard. You get bitter just thinking about it.

Blind dates were a bust as well, Rose and Kanaya set you up with women which, frankly, wasn't really your forte, Jade set you up with a bunch of her exes which she swore were "really nice guys but just not her type," and Jake…

Well, Jake set you up with a many number of odd characters, one of which spent the whole night talking your ear off about the importance of religion, chastity, and manners, while another one with stitches tattooed onto his lips didn't say anything- one guy even spent the whole night yelling at you and insulting you for the most random and insignificant things while using a vocabulary of colorful swears that up until that point you didn't even know existed.

You had since moved onto internet dating which was not proving to be any easier. On the outside of the online dating scene, guys seemed to be quite interested, you got a good number of requests and spoke to a lot of really decent sounding guys. -it ended up being the whole "meeting" thing which was the problem. You would schedule dates and show up on time only to find that you had either been stood up, or the guy turned out to be total weirdo who seemed to hardly know who you even were or why he was there.

Tonight had been no different.

Soon enough Jake came to a halt in the parking garage of his apartment complex. You honestly weren't too surprised seeing as your apartment was at least another ten miles away and Jake wasn't one for "wasting gas." You tended to crash here often when you called Jake for a ride home late at night. He would give you some money and hail a cab to bring you home in the morning.

Getting off of Jake's bike you wobbled a bit, partially because you were quite drunk and partially because Jake was probably the craziest driver you had ever seen and you needed time to adjust to the solid ground. Jake pulled his helmet off your head and ruffled your hair, "Let's get you up to bed, princess." Jake had called you that ever since you were children and you really, really, hated it. It only further enforced how he only saw you as a child.

You frowned as you snapped out your automatic reply, "Don't call prin-" before you could even finish your sentence Jake had scooped you up and was carrying you towards the elevator with a victorious smirk.

"Whatever you say, princess." Knowing there was no arguing with Jake you sighed and accepted your fate as  Jake entered the elevator and punched in his floor number, you were too tired to even tell him to put you down. You dozed off after that and woke up only when you felt Jake putting you down on his bed.

There was the feeling of a chaste kiss being placed on your forehead followed by a faraway murmur of, "Goodnight, princess." before you were swallowed up by the blackness of sleep.