Chapter #2: Family drama

In the aftermath of the whole chaotic street racing with Jaune Arc, almost getting caught by the cops. Luckily he was able to avoid being arrested. 

As Jaune Arc lowly and carefully driving the  Muscle Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 Blue slowly to a personal garage without being caught by any of his sisters who caused his life the miserable hell.

Jaune: Don't worry, blue buzz next time we'll go full on acceleration mode!!

Familiar voice: wanderer took you so long!!

Jaunes heart to stop and slowly turn around to see his third oldest sister known as Marguerite Arc looked at him with a suspicious look. 

Jaune: Marguerite!? What the hell are you doing up so late!?

Marguerite stood with her arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face. The moonlight illuminated her features, casting a playful yet serious shadow over her expression. She was dressed in her usual casual attire, ready for bed, but there was something in her eyes that suggested she wasn't about to let Jaune off the hook that easily.

Marguerite: (raising an eyebrow) Oh, I just couldn't sleep. You know, some of us worry about you, Jaune. Out there racing at night like some reckless fool. You're lucky you didn't get caught!

Jaune: (sighing) Marguerite, it's not like that. I can handle myself. I was just—uh—running some late-night errands.

Marguerite: (smirking) Sure, "errands." Is that what we're calling it now? I saw the tail lights of your Mustang from the window. Don't think I didn't hear that engine roaring. What are you really up to?

Jaune knew he had to think fast. Jaune decided come out clean with the truth realizing the lying isn't going to do any better. 

Jaune: (taking a deep breath) Alright, Marguerite. You got me. I was street racing.

Marguerite's eyes widened, her expression shifting from playful skepticism to outright concern.

Marguerite: (sternly) Street racing? Jaune, do you have any idea how dangerous that is? You could have been hurt, or worse, arrested! What were you thinking?

Jaune: (frustrated) I know, I know. But it's the only thing that makes me feel alive, Marguerite. Ever since Dad told me I couldn't be a huntsman, after all, this is the one thing that I considered is more like a hobby and gave me a purpose in life!!

Marguerite's expression softened as she listened to Jaune's frustrations. She could see the pain and desperation in his eyes, the weight of their father's expectations clearly taking a toll.

Marguerite: (gently) Jaune, I know it's not easy. But street racing isn't the answer. You could get seriously hurt, or end up in legal trouble that could ruin your future.

Jaune: (pleading) I know, I know. But it's the only way I can feel free, Marguerite. Ever since Dad shut down my dream of becoming a Huntsman, I've felt trapped. Racing is the only thing that makes me feel alive.

Marguerite: (shaking her head) I get it, Jaune. I really do. But this isn't the way to go about it. You can't just risk everything on the streets. It's too dangerous.

Jaune: (frustrated) Then what am I supposed to do, Marguerite? Dad's never going to understand. He has this perfect vision of what he wants me to be, and nothing I do is ever good enough.

Marguerite placed a hand on Jaune's shoulder, her expression empathetic.

Marguerite: (sincerely) Jaune, I know it feels like that. But maybe, just maybe, if you talk to him, he'll surprise you. You never know until you try.

Jaune scoffed, shaking his head.

Jaune: (cynically) Yeah, right. Since when has Dad ever been open to anything that doesn't fit his perfect plan for me?

Marguerite: (firmly) Jaune, you won't know unless you try. And if you keep this up, you're going to end up losing a lot more than just your chance to race.

Jaune knew she was right. He couldn't keep this up forever, and the longer he waited, the worse it would be when his father inevitably found out.

Jaune: (sighing) Alright, alright. I'll talk to him. But you have to promise not to say anything in the meantime, okay?

Marguerite: (nodding) I promise. But Jaune, be careful, okay? I don't want to see you get hurt.

Jaune: (giving a small smile) Thanks, Marguerite. I'll do my best.

With that, Jaune made his way towards the garage, knowing that the conversation with his father would be anything but easy. But he had to try. His future, his freedom, and his dreams were all on the line.

As he approached the garage, he could see his father's silhouette standing in the doorway, arms crossed and brow furrowed. Jaune took a deep breath, steeling himself for the confrontation to come.

Jaune: (nervously) Hey, Dad. We need to talk.

Jonathan Wheeler Archer: (sternly) Yes, we do. And it better be the truth, Jaune. No more lies.

Jaune swallowed hard, knowing that this was the moment of truth. Whatever happened next would shape the course of his life forever.

Jaune: (taking a deep breath) Dad, I...I've been street racing. That's why I was out so late. I know you told me I couldn't be a Huntsman, and I feel like I'm just...trapped. Racing is the only thing that makes me feel free.

Jonathan's expression darkened, his brow furrowing even further.

Jonathan: (sternly) Street racing? Jaune, do you have any idea how dangerous that is? You could have been killed, or worse, landed in jail! What were you thinking?

Jaune: (pleading) I know, Dad, I know. But it's the only thing that makes me feel alive. Ever since you told me I couldn't be a Huntsman, I've just...I've felt so lost. Racing is the only thing that gives me a sense of purpose.

Jonathan: (shaking his head) Purpose? Jaune, this is reckless and irresponsible. Do you have any idea what it would do to this family if you got caught? All the work I've put into building a good life for us, all the sacrifices I've made - it would all be for nothing.

Jaune: (frustratedly) That's just it, Dad! It's always about what you want, never what I want. When have you ever listened to me, or even tried to understand what I'm going through?

Jonathan: (raising his voice) I'm trying to give you a better life, Jaune! Becoming a Huntsman is a dangerous, unpredictable path. I wanted more for you, a stable future where you could make a real difference.

Jaune: (angrily) But that's not what I want, Dad! I don't care about stability or a "real difference." I just want to feel free, to be my own person. Is that too much to ask?

The two men stared at each other, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Jaune could see the conflict in his father's eyes, the struggle between his own dreams and the weight of responsibility he felt.

Jonathan: (sighing) Jaune, I...I don't know what to say. I just want what's best for you, but I can see that I've been blinding myself to what you truly want.

Jaune: (cautiously) So...what does that mean? Are you going to stop me from racing?

Jonathan: (pausing) No. I'm not going to stop you. But I want you to promise me that you'll be careful, and that you'll come to me if you need help. I may not understand your passion for racing, but I don't want to lose you, Jaune.

Jaune felt a surge of relief and disbelief wash over him. He never expected his father to be this understanding, this...open to his desires.

Jaune: (earnestly) Dad, I...I don't know what to say. Thank you. I promise, I'll be careful. And...I'm sorry for lying to you.

Jonathan: (nodding) I know, son. I know. Just...don't make me regret this, okay?

Jaune: (with a small smile) I won't, Dad. I promise.

The two men embraced, the weight of their unspoken understanding hanging in the air.