A/N: hey again! I, again, want to thank everyone who's added this story to their alerts and favorites. I'm still trying to work out the time skips so, for now, please bear with the experiments I'm doing. Oh, and I just got on my new nails so I might not be able to update for a few days, so for now, enjoy chapter 3 :)
Chapter 3: Idiots
Trent was leaning against his "oh-so-hot" truck, looking at me as if he were undressing me. A cold shiver ran up my spine as Sam stepped out of the car and Miles, already out of the car, was... well, being Miles. He began to climb a tree as Sam stuttered vague sentences, a loss for words while being in the presence of Mikaela. I don't have a problem with her, it's just the people she hangs out with are mega-bitches (who have teased me since 6th grade) and when she's around them, the attitude rubs off. I had her a couple years ago in biology class and we had to work on a project together, it was then I learned that she was really pretty cool, just influenced easily.
Sighing, I sank further into the seat, hoping to get the attention of Trent anywhere but me. It was then I felt the car lurch and gave a pathetic sounding cough. It was definitely unusual (since the car was off) and I wanted to know what the hell was going on under the hood. Without thinking, I got out of the car and popped up the hood, leaning slightly inwards so I could see the engine better. That's when I heard the wolf-whistle. My hand closed around the oil cap as my eye twitched, my anger blinding me of what I was doing to a really nice, really expensive engine (which was winding the cap a bit too tight). I heard laughter as I closed the hood of the car, to angry to look at the engine without fear of doing something irreversible and ruining it. The glare intensified in my eyes as I turned to lean against the car, sending as much hate as I could through my eyes towards the very man who gave the wolf-whistle himself.
"Trent," the name felt foul on my tongue.
"Hey hot stuff. Whatcha doin' with these two losers?" He gave a resemblance to a seductive grin.
"Hey stupid stuff. Whatcha doin' outside the preschool? They let you go home early?" My lower lip jutted into a pout as I bombarded the brute with an insult he was clearly not ready for. Growling, he did another once over my body and licked his lips. I crossed my arms, a futile attempt to try to hide my chest from the roaming eyes, suddenly feeling very self conscious as to the sheerness of the top I was wearing.. Sam was about to say something but the engine of the car I was leaning on roared quite loudly out of no where, and it was enough to make me squeak and leap off the hood and Sam to look quizically at me, then the car. Then he turned to watch Mikaela shove Trent off and fume away. Suddenly, Sam turned to Miles for apparently a "conference" as I climbed into the back of the car who saved me the hungry gaze of Trent, patting the interior in a thank-you. Miles, being the idiot he was, decided to physically climb into the car.
"It's called a door, idiot," I growled, what if he ruined the interior? Sure, I chipped the paint but if he screwed up my car's interior I swear-... did I just say 'my car'? Heh, oops.
Suddenly, a song burst through the radio, "Who's going to drive you home?"
"Dude, what's wrong with your radio?"
"Dude, there's nothing wrong with the radio! What's wrong with your head?" I smacked the back of his head. He glared at me as Sam mumbled something about driving her home. I stuck my tongue out at Miles childishly.
"Dude, you need to get out of the car." Both me and Miles whipped our heads up: mine in joy, his in disbelief.
"What?"
"Dude, get out of my car!"
"What? What about bro's before ho's?"
Sam glared at him when he settled into his seat.
"Miles, out. She lives 10 miles from here!"
"Dude, just put her in the back!"
I tried to cover my laugh with a hand over my mouth as Sam stared at him in complete horror.
"You just did not say that!"
"Oh, but my dear brother, I think he did."
"Shut up, Jess!"
"Do not tell my sister to shut up!" Sam roared. Ooooh, Miles had done it now. Sam and I bicker just like any brother and sister, but he was my best friend. We had each others backs, no matter what happens, no matter who happens. He defends me, and this time was no other. Miles held up his hand in a "I surrender" fashion.
"D-dude, sorry man. I didn't mean it."
"Miles, I'm going to count to three for you to get the hell out of my car!" The tone did not sound right from my brother. Miles stumbled out of the car, the door somehow already opened. He must've done it in a panic. The door slammed shut and sped off, leaving me waving at him. The car began to slow down as I turned to look at Sam trying to convince Mikaela to get in the car, stuttering on about giving rides. I giggled and popped up between the seats.
"Hey Mikaela."
She looked surprised, "Jessy? Is that you?"
"You two know each other?" Sam's look was priceless.
"Yeah, we were bio partners a few years back. It's been a while Jessy," She gave me a warm smile as she got into the car. Sam just gave me half glare in the rear-view mirror. I flinched as I felt a head ache coming on. The glare turned into a look of worry as I held my forehead in my hands, a groan escaping my lips. Behind my closed eyes I saw small bursts of light.
"Hey, Jess, you okay?"
"Yeah, just... just carry on with your conversation, I'll just take a nap."
"You sure?"
I could tell the worry was in his voice. I opened my eyes a crack and gave them a pitiful smile, Mikaela was looking at me with concern in her eyes. I waved them off and lied down in the back seat. Pressing myself into the nice-smelling leather, my headache began to ease off. And then, of course, the car began to wheeze and pulled to a stop, the songs "Sexual Healing" and "I Feel Good" playing blantantly through the radio. Sam was stuttering himself to a death about it not being romantic and stuff and Mikaela sounded like she didn't believe a word. Hell, I didn't believe him and he's my brother. Mikaela told him to pop the hood and Sam sounded as if he were hitting the car. I kicked the back of his seat, a grin forming on my lips when he cursed me out quietly before stepping out of the car, telling me that that had made his head hit the steering wheel. I heard talking and shifting. I was drifting in and out of sleep when I heard Mikaela grab her stuff and walk away, talking about walking home. Sam was hitting the car, begging him to turn on. I ran my hand up and down the back seat slowly,
"Come on, please turn on? If not for my brother, for me?" I smiled softly as I heard the engine roar to the life and my brother cry out with relief. He slammed the hood down, making me in turn flinch. I nudged the back of his seat.
"Sorry Jess. Hey! HEY! Mikaela!"
Again with the loud tones. I snuggled deeper into the seats, and that's when sleep mercifully over took me, the headache still nagging at the back of my mind.
I vaguely remember Sam leading me into the house, all I know is that my headache didn't ease and neither did this heaviness I felt in my heart.
"Jess! Psst! Jess!"
There was an annoying whispering voice. It tugged on my sheets and shook my shoulder. Waving a hand at it tiredly, I dugsnuggled my face into my warm pillow.
"Psst! Psst! Je-e-ess!"
"My god, Sam! What?" I shot up, scaring the crap out of my annoying brother. The deadly glare I gave him was lost to the dark, "What in the world could you possibly want at..." I checked my alarm clock, "at 3:30 in the freaking morning?"
"Shhh! I just wanted to come in and say... thanks."
I opened my mouth but shut it just as fast. Did he really say that? Biting my lower lip, a habit I always had, I looked at Sam through the light filtering through the window (which wasn't much since it was from a lonely lamp post), "Sam, this couldn't wait until morning?"
"No," he sighed, but still gave me a smile and a sideways glance, "it was bugging me to much. I don't know what-"
He cut short, listening to something. I stopped and listened too. There was a noise that almost sounded like a purr, Sam and I looked at each other in confusion. We listened to the noise once more. It sounded like a...
"CAR!" Both me and Sam realized it and we leapt to our feet.
"Mom! Dad! Call the police!" I could hear Sam shouting down the hall as I grabbed a coat. It was September but the nights were pretty chilly. I ran as fast as I could to the garage and yanked out a random bike. It was Dad's. Sam was already in pursuit, yelling almost incoherently into his cell phone's reciever.
"Sam! Sam!" Finally I had caught up to him. Who knew? The boy was lazy as shit but he was going faster than me! "Can you see who's in there? Who's taking our car?"
"I don't- Gah! Watch where you're going!" Sam screamed at a car that nearly hit us as we rounded a corner. Pulling up to a pair of railroad tracks, we tossed our bikes uncaringly to the side, "I don't know Jess. I couldn't see inside."
Running up to a pile of scrap metal and boxes, me and my brother crouched behind them. Sam was fiddling with his phone, making sure the brightness was on to the max when I tapped him on the shoulder.
"What?" He half whispered, half shouted. I couldn't even tear my wide eyes away from the scene that was unfurling ahead of me, so I just pointed. My heart sped up a little as I heard Sam begin to say "oh god, oh god.". I had to agree with him. In front of us was our dingy old Camaro, with the weathered tires and the comfortable seats, that had all of a sudden folded into itself and decided it wanted to stand up. Yep, you heard me. Stand up. I guess I've gone completely insane now. Sam yanked on my jacket and turned on his video cam on his phone just as the large robot-looking thing shot a beam into the clouds. It was the same symbol on his steering wheel!
"My name is Samuel Witwicky. I'm here with my sister, Jessica Witwicky-" he turned the phone so it showed me, "-and our car just stood up-" he lifted the phone over our barrier to point at the robot-thing, "-mom, dad, we love you. And if you guys find 'Busty Beauties' under my bed, they're not mine, I'm holding them for Miles-" Okay, ew, "-No, no, that's not right. They're mine. Mojo, I love you."
I gave him quite a disgusted and disgruntled look. He mouthed 'what' as I shook my head, getting up.
"Jess! What the hell?"
"Sam, I wanna know what the hell that thing is and I'm going to go find out!" I began to jog towards the robot, my brother hot on my heels. Turning a corner, I stopped short. Two very angry looking pitbulls were lying there, staring straight at me with a hungry gaze and a growl in their throats. Sam panted as he caught up and tugged on my sleve.
"Jess, what the-..." he stopped short and looked at the dolls, backing away slowly with my arm in tow, "-hell. Jess, no sudden movements."
That's all it took for the dogs to take off after us, breaking the old, rusted-out chains. Sam and I shrieked before sprinting towards an empty silo-looking thing. I have no idea what it was doing in the middle of an industrial park but it gave us some leverage as there were some old tires in the middle that me and Sam hopped up on.
"Good, doggie, good boy!" Sam squeaked, literally. One of the dogs had snagged onto my right side, digging his teeth into the muscles, nearly grabbing my arm in the process. I screamed in pain, liquid fire shooting up through my veins. Sam tugged on my left arm, trying to get the animals teeth loosened. Tears threatened to spill but I choked them back when I heard tires squealing. Whipping my head around, I see a flash of yellow and black. The car- er, robot- eh, car-robot-thingy! Anyways, it drifted sideways through the silo me and Sam were in, knocking the dogs away. Sam was able to get me up on the tires before chucking the keys at the car. What the hell?
"H-here! Take 'em! I don't want them! Just leave me and Jess alone! Please!" Sam screamed. I turned my head again to the flashing of police lights. Oh joy.
"Come out! Come out with your hands up!" Sam looked ecstatic, lifting my left arm around his shoulders and wrapping his arm around my waist carefully, before hobbling me out.
"No, no, no! You don't understand! The guys' in there!" My brother's attempt at explaining the situation were lost to unaccepting ears.
"Please walk towards the car with your hands up. Release the girl!" The police officer pointed his gun at us. Sam slowly released me, hands up, and walked towards the car. My side still hurt incredibly, but I was able to half-hobble towards the car with my hands up, "Put your heads on the hood!"
My forehead barely grazed the top of the hood, unable to bend over completely from my side that was yelling in protest. Sam decided that he wanted a sizeable lump on his forehead, so he whacked his head on the hood. Ouch, that was going to hurt in the morning...