Bad Behavior. Jessa James
Bad Behavior: Copyright © 2020 by Jessa James
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James, Jessa
Bad Behavior
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Publisher’s Note:
This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
This book has been previously published.
Contents
1. Prologue 1
2. Prologue 2
3. Prologue 3
4. Jameson
5. Emma
6. Jameson
7. Emma
8. Jameson
9. Jameson
10. Emma
11. Jameson
12. Emma
13. Emma
14. Jameson
15. Jameson
16. Emma
17. Emma
18. Emma
19. Jameson
20. Emma
21. Jameson
22. Emma
23. Jameson
24. Jameson
25. Emma
26. Jameson
27. Emma
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Prologue 1
1997, Redemption Beach High School
I’m walking along the cement breezeway between classes, examining the scuff marks on my ancient black Converse and listening to my friend Asher as he rattles on.
“The thing about my parents, is that they have a lot of money, but they’re so stingy!” Asher says. “They wouldn’t even let me go on that debate trip, because they said it wasn’t a good use of money.”
He rolls his eyes. I just nod. I’ve heard this story before, but I don’t feel the need to stop him or tell him that. Besides, we’re only a few minutes away from Ms. Harper’s math class
Asher’s always complaining about his parents, which makes sense, I guess. I mean, it’s kind of hard to hear, since my parents ditched me and my two little brothers ages ago. Now we live with my Grandma Jane. She’s nice and she means well, but she’s also really old.
Three years ago, I attempted to have my first sleep over at Asher’s place. Asher and I were only eleven, practically babies.
Asher’s parents took one look at me and decided that I’m a bad influence. No amount of arguing or pleading on Asher’s part would change their minds. They canceled the sleep over, and try to discourage us from hanging out anytime they can.
It’s hard not to hate them for that.
I glance at Asher. With his ironed blue dress shirt and carefully pressed Chinos, he’s pretty much the opposite of me. I’m wearing baggy jeans and a holey Nirvana t-shirt.
We are different in looks too, Asher with his blond hair smoothed back, me with my dark hair spiked up. I’ve always looked like a rebel, Asher has always looked like a choir boy.
That’s how we became friends, actually. Asher was the new kid in school, and he was a prime target for the playground bullies. I looked dark and edgy. That was enough for most of the kids at school. They didn’t want to mess with me.
I stepped in and kept him from getting his head dunked in the toilet. We’ve been friends ever since.
Asher elbows me in the side. “Don’t you think?”
“Err… yeah. Totally,” I say, even though I