A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait for this chapter! I have been busy with my other stories that I completely forgot about this, but here you are, a new chapter.
I do not own the Hangover
When I came back to my room, I found my luggage already packed for me. I rolled my eyes and seized it, before going to turn around and join Doug and Alan at the car, but to only find Tracy leaning against the doorway with a small smile on her face.
"Packed it yesterday," she nodded toward the bag.
"So you knew I'd agree?"
"Don't I always?" she laughed, before walking over and hugging me again. "Remember, it's just for one night. And who knows, it might be fun. If not, you can just forget about it in a week or two." I had to agree to that. After all, what's the worst that could happen?
"Alright, alright, don't make me change my mind," I growled, shaking her off to make my way into the garage where I found Dad talking to Doug near his car. That car was something he loved more than life, so what Dad said next literally threw me for a loop.
"I am ONLY allowing you or Doug to drive this, we clear?" he asked, patting the car like a dog. He looked at Doug. "Take good care of her."
"Awe, I'll be okay, Daddy!" I smiled.
"She's a masterpiece," he patted the car again, making me realize he wasn't talking about me, except the car.
"He's talking about the car, okay," I nodded, a little embarrassed.
"Shotgun!" Alan shouted, running forward and sitting in the front seat. He looked up at me, sliding his sun glasses up across his forehead and smiled. "You know the drill, Jackie." Trying not to curse aloud, I placed my luggage gently into the backseat and sat beside it.
Doug got into the car not too long later and we were off. According to him, we were getting Phil first, much to my annoyance. Deciding to play it cool instead of making that piece of shit think I missed him, I opened my phone and proceeded to text Tracy all that I wanted after this trip because she would owe me way more than two.
We soon came across a school where I know Phil worked at as a teacher. I got a little anxious, but tried to hide it.
"Do you have to park so close?" Alan suddenly asked, looking away from the school with a slight shudder. I raised a concerned brow, going from the school, then back to him. What was his deal?
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Doug asked, looking at him in confusion.
"I shouldn't be here."
"Why?" I asked, finally looking up from my phone.
"I'm not supposed to be within two hundred meters of the school," Alan said. "You know why, Jacqueline!"
"No, I do-"
"Or Chucky Cheese..." Alan looked so ashamed of himself and I really didn't want to ask about what he did to be banned from both a middle school and a children's play pen.
Finally, before I was overtaken by the madness of my very brother, the doors opened and kids piled out, including Phil. I rolled my eyes and turned back to my phone, pretending to text when I was really typing random letters into my notes. They didn't even form complete words, let alone sentences.
"Hey, Mr. Wenneck! I was wondering-" one of his students were obviously addressing him.
"It's the weekend, Budnick. I do not know you, you do not exist," Phil's drawl came, making me scoff as I looked up. The students looked rejected as he watched Phil approach our car.
"Nice car," Phil said when he got close enough. I quickly looked away and slipped on my sunglasses. "Who's she?"
"Phil, Tracey asked us to bring Jacqueline with us." Doug said as slow as possible, obviously trying not to anger him about this type of news. I gnawed on my tongue.
"What the hell? I don't remember agreeing to this," Phil said defiantly, before chucking his bag at Doug. "Move, I'm driving."
"No chance, bud," Doug said, before moving Phil's bag carefully to the back. "Don't step- God, Phil! Watch the leather!"
"This is my dad's car," I said angrily, pushing at his legs so he sat faster.
"My ass is in the seat now. Calm down," he rolled his eyes as he leaned back.
I scoffed angrily and turned back to my phone, switching from my notes and to my messages, typing a very long paragraph to Tracey. This was her fault. What was she thinking? I barely noticed we were pulling away from the school, now going to go and get Stu. Stu and I were never on good terms, normally. As said before, when Phil picked on me, he wouldn't defend me. He wouldn't even try to hide his laughter.
"Who's this, then?" Phil asked, pointing to Alan.
"Alan, Tracey and Jacqueline's older brother," Doug said.
"I met you, like, four times," Alan said, offended.
"Oh, yeah, how you doing, man?" Phil patted him on the back before turning to me. "Damn, Jack, if I knew puberty hit you well, I'd have saved you a drink at the rehearsal dinner."
"Fuck you," I bit out.
"Please do," he purred.
I rolled my eyes and turned back to my phone. Tracey had texted back only one word: 'Sorry'
A/N: Here you are! We are finally able to see Phil and Jacqueline fully encounter. The next chapter will be much longer, I promise. Now, please R&R! Thank you all so much!
