Dodger

Summary: A story about Jess Mariano: everyone's favorite artful dodger

Warning: Language, some violence, what can ya do?

Chapter Two

This town was weird.

And full of jerks.

Back at his old school, Jess Mariano was a name you didn't fuck with.

His leather jacket and surely disposition made dweebs run in terror.

Kept their football team at bay.

Fights occurred so often in the NYC public school system it was an added curriculum.

So why did this dick from Stars Hallow High keep messing with him?

Did someone paint a giant sign on the back of his head that said "Kick Me it's Monday!"

Luke asked him to behave so kicking ass wasn't the option of the day.

Jess tossed a switch blade around in his pocket.

No...no way.

This guy hadn't touched him.

That and jail really didn't fair with his complexion.

A locker slammed next to him and Jess spun around, glowering hatred at the unknown offender.

The kid had a pimply face and glasses, he shrugged, wiped his nose on his sleeve and moved on.

That made his scowl deepen.

Great, even the dorks at this school weren't afraid of him.

The sixteen year old sighed carefully, who cared?

This place was a waste of his time.

He didn't want to be here.

His fingers craved for the sort of literature only found in the grand library of New York City.

Jess was ready to bail, an eye roll.

Then he saw Dean.

The Tall Freak had the balls to wave.

He was ready to snarl when Chuck Presby happened.

The world would be a much better place if Luke just let Jess kick his ass.

"Well look what we have here, Jess Mariano."

Just walk away.

" I guess the janitor forgot his rounds this morning."

Walk away...

The blonde teen stopped a few feet away, his pea-brain goons behind him.

Jess made sure his back was turned.

No way in hell he could look this ass hole in the eye without losing control of his facilities.

"Guess they didn't tell you, Stars Hallow isn't a place for criminals."

He didn't have time for this fucking bull shit.

"Aw, don't walk away!"

A laugh.

"Come on, I'll even let you clean my locker. Or better yet, my pool."

"Thanks, but I already have a job at a diner."

Chuck grinned, "Oh, that's right, your uncle is taking in the stray alley cats now. Tell me, on a scale to 1 to 10, how badly did your career prostitute mother want to get rid of you?"

Jess had to admit, he turned at that one.

But he kept his cool, "Fuck off."

"Aw, don't get mad! Come on Jessy! I really want to know!"

His fingers tightened into a fist.

It turned white.

"Call me that again, and the only person you'll be hiring is a personal physician."

Chuck lifted two hands in a surrender, he took to mocking steps back.

Jess turned to walk way.

"Okay. Just one more question, I'm genuinely curious."

He was ignored.

"Is it white trash or Italian garbage?"

Everything went red.

Jess had zero control of his own body, he spun around and slammed into something large.

"Leave. Him. Alone."

The teen shook it off and looked up.

And kept looking up.

He didn't need to see the face only a mother could love.

Just the long hair.

Chuck Presby and his friends laughed, "And...what if we don't?"

Dean glowered down at them, "You'll just have to find out."

Jess was pissed at the intrusion and was about to take on everyone when the bell rang, and a flood of students came pouring out for second period.

The blonde dick nodded, backing away, "See you later Jess."

"Oh go fuck a house plant, buddy."

The tension in the air could cut a knife.

After they were gone, Dean turned around, "You okay?"

His genuine concern made him want to vomit.

He didn't ask for charity.

Jess gave him a very unpleasant expression and ignored him, walking off.

His hands went into his pockets.

The Bumbling Circus Act trailed after him like a lost puppy.

"Hey! Jess, hold up!"

They ended up outside.

Dean touched the other boys shoulder only to be pushed away.

Dean breathed carefully, trying to remember to be patient.

For Rory.

"Are you lost? Because I think the science laboratory is that way."

There was a insult in there somewhere but he chose to ignore it.

Instead, Dean asked, "Are you okay? I know that guy keeps picking on you."

That made Jess snarl, "I'm not some fucking damsel in distress, alright? I'm not Rory, so turn the fuck around and mind your own business."

"I was just trying to help."

The hurt puppy expression on the giant's face made him eye roll inwardly.

"Don't!"

He took off down the stairs, headed for the park.

Jess tried to lose himself in the pages.

He read through his Howl poem only to have his thoughts stray.

His only wish was that everyone (except Rory) would stop.

Stop talking to him, stop looking at him, just stop!

Back in the city no one cared who you were.

They didn't care if you were having a bad day, a bad year or a bad life.

You might as well been soggy pieces of paper in the gutter.

Jess hunched over, trying to focus on the meaning of the words.

Just as he got to the next page it was ripped from right under him.

Jess's reflexes sent him to his feet.

He was going to kill him.

Chuck flipped the book around, "Watchya got there, Mariano?"

"Stop!" He tried to make a grab for it.

He was unsuccessful.

Chuck skipped backwards, his friends getting his back.

The asshole had the fucking balls to laugh "Howl? I have to say, buddy, you're full of surprises."

Then he spun around shouting to all the students studying in the park, "Hey everybody! Jess Mariano can read!"

They all clapped and cheered.

Jess felt himself seething from anger and pain.

Who cared about these jerks, anyway?

He made another dive for the book.

Presby tossed it to his friend behind the raven haired boy.

They were playing keep away.

Jess's eyes flashed and thought, 'Fuck it.'

He barreled into Chuck.

They crowd cheered as the rest of the goons piled in.

It was 4 against 1.

He was okay with those odds.

Jess had plenty of experience living in the shadiest parts of New York.

And that usually ended with a knife to his false ribs.

Jess felt several punches in his sides.

He ripped away from the dickhead and punched him right in the face.

He was fighting people left and right.

Causing him to tackle this new frame.

It pulled away, "Stop! Jess stop!"

Dean.

Screw Dean.

Jess could care less if the freak-zoid thought he had done it on purpose.

It was a waste of energy to try and be nice.

He was done with this whole fucking town.

End Chapter Two

Author Notes: So Jess's character changes so much through out the show I can't seem to find the version of him I like best. Season 2 Jess was really fresh from the city, with no grooming from Luke so I'm hoping I can write more on that guy. Chapter One had elements from Nick & Nora/Sid & Nancy but I hope to get back to it. I love Lorelai's shock at how screwed up he is. In this chapter Dean was trying to be nice. It will go down hill like it does in cannon. I can't remember the episode Dean helped Jess in the fight only to get attacked himself so if you have information on that let me know.