"Mr. Anderson, I swear to whatever you believe in, if I see your face in my courtroom again I will bash it in with this gavel!" screech the judge.
He was really tired of seeing this little boy in his courtroom every other month. It's like he wants to see the poor judge die of high blood pressure. Judge Macintosh is a usually fair guy. He likes to give people second chances when he sees fit. He doesn't believe harsh punishment is the way to go when it comes young adults because they usually have this sob back story that makes your heart break for them. That's why he became a judge in the first place. He didn't just want to sit in a office all day and file paperworks, No! He wanted to go out into God-awful world and help these said young adults find their way. Judge Macintosh is a fairly young man, at least thats what he tells people. He had slight gray hair on both of his sideburns and whenever he frowns you could totally see his wrinkles on his forehead like you can see right now. He just turned 50 and if this ridiculous, blood-pressure raising, notorious looking, smart Alec standing in his courtroom saw fit, the poor judge would live to be 50 years more.
The said boy just looked up to the judge with his usual smirk on his face waiting for his sentence. He was actually enjoying that vein on the Judge's neck pop out from frustration. It's amusing. He doesn't really understand why this man cared so much for him anyways. Its not like he's a saint. Nah! He's been to juvie twice for his personal reasons and he damn well is not about to explain why he just let the police assume he did all those stuff for no reason.
"This is the second time you are coming to this courthouse. Are you familiar with the term '3 strikes and you're out'?" asked the Judge with more patience than he ever thought he could conjure.
"Yes Sir. So this is my third strike?" Asked the boy with an amused look on his face.
"I will give you one more chance. But believe you me, if I ever see your face here again for one reason or another, I will send your sorry ass to the State Correctional Institution- Muncy in Pennsylvania!" Judge Macintosh yelled. "Do you know what type of prison that is?"
The boy just shook his head.
"Well its a women's prison with a closed security that houses all females with capital punishment. Do you know why I'm sending you there? huh? Do ya? DO YA?!"
"Because I'm gay and you think these women will make me want to be straight?" said the boy with anger in his eyes. His usually hazel brown eyes with a glint of excitement is now dark and hooded that it almost looks black. Judge Macintosh was taken aback by the sudden change that his words were caught in his throat. But he quickly recovered and spoke so that the kid does not think he is reacting to the newly found information.
"You're gay? Man whatever. I don't care whether you're gay, straight, bi, or even a freaking purple dinosaur, all i want, no, need , from you is to clean up your act. If I send you there these women will ravish you! And just like me, they don't care what sexuality you are. All they care about is how to use you as a toy to play with. Trust me you do not want that. These women are ccrraazzzyyy!"
"oh.. so all i need to do is clean up my act?" He couldn't believe this. The judge was actually giving him the option to make something out of himself.
"Yes. And by clean up your act, I mean do something good for a change. I know you are smart because your grades do not prove otherwise but you need to put it to good use. Stop smoking, drinking, partying (unless needed of course, everyone needs to have a little fun), get rid of that damn jacket, the piercings, and wear actual different colored clothing's aside from white and black. And for the love of all things good and righteous, GET RID OF THAT DAMN MOTOBIKE! YOU'RE GONNA GET YOURSELF KILLED!" Yelled the judge.
"Yes sir! I promise I will do all of that. I don't know about the bike but I will try my best" said the boy with hope in his eyes. Maybe not everybody is out to get him after all.
"Good." said Judge Macintosh with a sigh. "Now get out of my courtroom! Case dismissed. Parole granted. Send in the next hooligan"
"Thank you sir" Said the boy.
David and Wes paced the floor outside the courtroom nervously awaiting the fate of their crazy friend. Each of them pacing towards each other and turning abruptly before they could smash into each other.
Nick sat on his boyfriend's, Jeff, lap also waiting for their friend while Jeff watched David and Wes amused.
"Will you guys stop it! Your making me dizzy watching you!" Yelled Nick.
Both boys completely ignored him and they continued to pace and fidget nervously.
"But what is taking so long?" asked David
"All they have to do is determine if he goes back to juvie or not!" Wes continued David's thought process.
"Guys relax. You know Judge Macintosh has a soft spot for Blaine" said Jeff more relaxed than the other.
David and Wes slowed their pace because it was true. Ever since the judge saw Blaine, he went easy on him. It was like he could see that Blaine did not deserve to be there. Blaine hadn't always been the bad boy that he is. He just got into terrible situations. Nick and Jeff first met Blaine when he was walking home in the rain one night, neither knew why this little curly head boy was walking by himself in the dark but they knew they had to help. So long story short, they listened to his story and helped him out. The three of them became fast friends. They learned Blaine was gay which was awesome because so were they. They also learned one day that Blaine would do anything for them. On that night that they realized this, all three of them got sent to Juvie. That is where they met David and Wes. The five of them became fast friends. Each protecting each other like brothers and they were brothers, maybe not by blood but definitely brothers. It was an unspoken agreement that Blaine became their leader because of why he was there. Once they got out of juvie, not only Blaine but all of them had changed. They drank, smoked, and partied and wore the same leather jacket and rode the same motorcycles like they were in a gang. Then Dalton happened. They all got into Dalton by ways that will not be spoken of yet, and automatically got respected by everyone. No one looked into theirs eyes, or made fun of them (mainly because of Dalton's zero tolerance bullying policy, but they like to think they had something to do with the no teasing) and they instantly became the Notorious Five. Then Blaine decided to get himself arrested again, hence their reason for being at the courthouse 3 months later waiting for the judge's decision of granting him parole so he can be free or not.
As if on cue, the black curly headed boy walked through the giant door of the courthouse wearing the clothes he wore the night he got arrested; black skinny jeans, with a white t-shirt that was covered by the black leather jacket he had over it. He had two piercings in both his ears and three in his eyebrow. He had a tongue ring that he doesn't think he would ever get rid off. A dragon tattoo that ran from the back of his hand all the way up to his chest. He wore black high tops and his eyes were squinted because god knows how long it has been since he saw the sun. His unruly back curly hair sat on his head and he had a beard that showed that he needed to shave right away. He was starting to look like a cave man but he made it work. He made his way over to the only people he knew would be waiting.
"Hey Gu- oof" Before he could finish the sentence he was attacked by four large bodies squeezing him into a very tight and well-deserved hug.
Blaine chuckled "I missed you guys too" he said squeezing all four of them back with no hesitation.
"OH BLAINERS WE MISSED YOU SOOOO MUCH!" Cried Wes.
"Don't call me that Wes." cringed Blaine.
"Dude what took you so long?" David said punching Blaine in his arm with frustration.
"ow! Sorry guys. Macintosh was getting all sentimental on me" he said with a slight laugh.
"So i'm guessing you have been granted parole but under what circumstances?" asked Nick not letting go of Blaine's arm like Blaine would disappear if he did.
Blaine wrapped his arm around Nick's shoulders and squeezed slightly to show that he loved him.
"Yeah. He just said I need to clean up my act or else he would send me to a women's prison"
All four boys shuddered because they had heard while they were juvie that women's prison was no joke. They would eat you up and spit you back out raw!
"And by clean up your act, he means...?" trailed Jeff promoting Blaine to explain.
Blain then explained what happened in the courtroom and what the judge said and how he need to get his head right.
"Aww don't worry Blainers! We will be here to help you along the way! You are stuck with us!" said Wes with a cheesy grin stretched across his face.
"That's exactly why I'm worried" muttered Blaine mainly to himself.
"What?"
"Nothing Wes. Thanks you guys. I know I can count on you."
"So lets go get something for Blaine to put in his stomach, and then take him home so we can celebrate his release" said David
"Ddddaavvviiiddd" Blaine warned. "I'm not supposed to drink or party remember?" Blaine said while shaking his head. Not even five minutes out and David is already suggesting they party.
"Oh. Right. Sorry I forgot. Man, this is going to be hard!"
"Tell me about it!" They all chorused and laughed together.
When Blaine walked ahead to get to the car, the other hung back and whispered among themselves.
"Guys, I'm worried. How is he supposed to tame it if he has to go back to those days when he was preppy? I mean he says he is trying but it releases sometimes and I'm seriously worried" said Nick
"Don't worry babe, like Wes said, we are here for him. No matter what. He is stuck with us. We will help him tame it." said Jeff while soothing his boyfriend.
CRASH
All four of them looked to where the sound was coming from and saw Blaine punching the back of the car in anger.
"Hey Blaine, what's wrong?" asked David
"This" Blaine said while chucking his phone to David.
David caught the phone and it read: Total Balance in savings account: $0.00
"Shit blaine! They took it away?" asked Jeff who was also reading the alert from Chase bank.
"Yeah. How the hell am i supposed to go to school not that they took away the only money they left for me?" Blaine hissed with his rage bubbling dangerously inside. He knew he had to calm down or else he would loose control of it again and he didn't want that to happen. Not here at least.
Nick quickly rushed to his side along with the others and they engulfed him in another heart-warming hug and they didn't release until they felt Blaine hug them back letting his anger subdue.
"We'll figure something out Blaine. We promise." whispered Jeff in his ears.
"Yeah. I hope so. I love you guys" Blaine said smiling.
"WE LOVE YOU TOO BLAINERS!" yelled Wes.
"WES STOP CALLING ME THAT!"
They all laughed while they piled into the car. They would work about everything else some other time. This was a time to celebrate.
