Chapter Three

Chapter Three

A Chapter by Jennika has a short attention span :P

Sunday night came faster than I expected. In fact, I had just finished pulling back the covers on my bed when my cell phone rang. I sighed automatically dreading Antonio's call. I picked up the phone without really checking out the caller ID, "Hello?"

"Hey Mercedes, um it's Jack" my sixteen year old brother said.

"Hey Jack, what's up?" I asked as I sat down on the bed.

"Promise not to tell Dad?" he pleaded.

"What on earth did you do now?" alarm rang through me. Is Antonio's son behind this? Again?

"Well, Bridgette asked me to come over, so I did" he trailed off.

"And?"

"And that Perez kid was there too"

"And?"

"And he convinced Bridgette that'd it be a good idea to go tagging" he said miserably.

"Is Diego and Bridgette over there with you?"

"Yeah, Diego's calling his dad right now, I think"

"Okay, well I'm on my way. Try not to do anything stupid while I'm on my way there"

"Yes ma'am"

I hung up the phone and pulled on my motorcycle boots. I'm not even going to change my jammies, they can kiss my educated butt. I walked outside, slipped into my car, and made my way over to where Jack was being held. If Dad doesn't get ahold of him, I'll make sure I will.

"Ma'am, this is the fourth time he's violated the law and had to be locked up" the annoyed guy told me for the third time.

"I know, I heard you the first time. He has a problem when it comes to convincing s***s" I growled as Bridgette's parents walked in behind me.

"-That bad Ferguson boy. I'm telling you that kid's bad news for Bridgette" his mom was saying.

"Excuse you" I said, "That happens to be my brother. And it's not his fault your s****y daughter has him wrapped around her finger" What can I say? I'm a little grumpy when I should be asleep.

"Why I never" her mom gasped.

I rolled my eyes, I don't know why people, especially girls, say that. "If you want the culprit, look at your daughter first. Then Diego Perez, not my brother, got me?"

"I think you're mistaken, our daughter's an angel sent from above" her dad praised.

"My savior!" Jack called out.

"More like a fallen angel" I scoffed.

"What?" Jack asked.

"Just keep your devil brother away from our daughter. If not, then we'll be forced to file a restraining order" queen 'B' snapped.

"What?" Jack asked appalled.

"Keep your s****y daughter from trying to reproduce with my brother and we have ourselves a deal"

"She's not a s**t, Dee" Jack said in a frosty tone.

Bridgette came out just then, "Mom? Dad? Thank God you guys came" she said and hugged them. "Jack, I hope your uptight sister doesn't give you a hard time" she said then kissed him.

"Girl, if I wanted to I convict your butt. I know things that not many people know. Such as sleeping with a minor. I believe that's a no-no" I said as I put a protective arm around Jack.

"He's sixteen, he can do whatever, or whoever, he wants" she tossed back.

"And you're eighteen, which is an adult. You can be tried for statutory rape, if you continue ruining my brother's good name that is"

"I can't be tried for statutory rape" she argued.

"Honey, this is New York, look it up, the age of consent is seventeen, which he won't be for another year. I also have it on good authority that I can report the case, or I could just let it slip when I'm visiting my parents, I'm sure they'd love to hear about it" I smiled.

"Dee, that's not cool. I love her" Jack said.

"But does she love you?"

"Of course I do!" she exclaimed as Antonio walked in demanding for his son.

"That's perposterous!" her dad exclaimed. "I agree with the lawyer, you're not allowed to date her brother, and if what she's accusing you of is true, we need to have a talk, young lady"

"Have fun" I called out in a cheerful voice.

"What the hell?" Jack asked as soon as they were out of the building.

"Don't 'what the hell' me, I just saved you from a chewin' from Dad. Would you rather be mortified in front of your s**t's parents, or face the wrath of Dad?"

"She's not a s**t"

"Jack, you're not her only boy toy"

"I'm not her boy toy! She says she loves me, and she'd never cheat"

"Of course, but you see, I have a very important business meeting tomorrow, and I won't be able to pick him up" Antonio was saying forcefully.

"Make sure he stays out of trouble. If he gets in trouble one more time he may be facing a judge"

Antonio looked over at me for a brief second, "I understand"

"You need to stay out of other people's business" Jack grumbled.

"You do know that's Diego's dad, right?"

"Oh," he said clearly shocked, "No, I didn't. He's never home when I'm over, I uh, no, I didn't. Wait, how did you know?"

"Gotta check up on my brother's friends now don't I? Especially if they keep getting him in trouble" I threw an arm around him and walked him towards the door. We walked to the car where I pulled out those annoying blue contacts.

"I don't understand why you need blue contacts"

"Thomas has brown eyes. I don't want anything in common with that low life"

"I think you like him" Jack teased.

"I think you're getting a lecture when you get home" I said mocking his tone.

"I think you always win, and that's not fair"

"I'm older, of course it's fair" I smiled and drove off from the jail.



© 2011 Jennika has a short attention span :P


Author's Note

Jennika has a short attention span :P
Hmm, I'm already putting in filler chapters? Jennifer, how could you?! :O Relax, if I had it my way, it'd be a super long short story that'd be rushed. Then I'd hate myself. We don't want that now do we? ...Don't answer that -_-

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