Chapter 3: Unwanted Guests

Summary: Jack Mercer was your typical Third Class Rockstar. His life meant lots of women, cheap gigs and even more alcohol and cigarettes. But what will happen when an old flame comes back into his life?

Author's Note: Thank you to LaLa-036 and blondieluver612 for their reviews! I'm only updating because you reviewed! This should be a sign for all readers...I will only update if you review. I check my story traffic frequently, so I know you people are out there!

Disclaimer: I don't own Four Brothers.

Rachel bolted up the stairs at the Mercer house. She knew that her appearance at the memorial wouldn't be welcomed with open arms, but she didn't expect to be harassed by Jack like that. And to think he had the nerve to suggest that she had slept around since their break up. She was now certain that Jack had become a classic man-slut (in her opinion). About six weeks after Jack and Rachel had split; she received a box in the mail, sent directly to her apartment in New York. She remembered being very fascinated by it, as there was no return address, and she didn't recognize the handwriting. Funnily enough, the box was enclosed with a couple of her possessions, and a letter which read:

Rachel,

Jack put together some of your stuff that you left in his room. Seeing as I'm on my way back to a three week post with Marines, he asked me to send it over. There are a few cd's, clothes, a book and some jewellery in here. I'm really sorry to hear that you guys broke up. I know this must be hard time for you, but if it helps, Jack isn't really doing great. He's become a bit of a douchebag lately. He's smoking again (and not just the regular stuff), the alcohol has upped the ante as well, and let's just say he's doing what he can to forget you. He's quite the wannabe rockstar.

Oh, and Sofi sends her love.

We're gonna miss seeing you around here,

Angel

Rachel could vividly remember what her roommate Marianne had said after reading the letter herself.

'I don't know what to make of it...' Rachel confessed. 'I still love him, I really do. I just want to call him. He sounds like he needs support..'

Marianne scoffed. Rachel's roommate had been living in the apartment a few months before Rachel moved in. She had bright, auburn hair and well rounded cheeks. Her eyes were green and a few freckles powdered over her nose and cheeks.

'Don't be stupid, Rachel,' she advised, holding the letter in her hand. 'Read in between the lines!'

'What do you mean?'

'C'mon, "rock star"?' Marianne emphasised. '"Doing what he can"? That means booty! Jack is definitely sleeping around!' Rachel looked absolutely shocked at her roommate's accusation. Marianne mentally kicked herself for being so inconsiderate. But she wasn't the relationship type, so she didn't understand why Rachel was so attached to one guy. She was more the 'Hi, let's fuck, Seeya later' type. Rachel's heartbeat slowed at the thought of Jack with some other girl. She placed her hands on her hips.

'How can you say that? He loves me! He said that I was the one!' Marianne sighed.

'But he broke up with you...' Marianne's bluntness pierced through Rachel's heart.

'So?' Rachel enquired with frustration. She then added bitterly, 'How can you just forget someone you love like that?'

'Well...he probably thinks he'll never love again, which is why he's sent your stuff back. He's definitely dealing with his grief in a more drastic way...I'm sorry to say, in the form of wild sex with any girl he can find...'

'That's for fucking sure,' Rachel muttered to herself after coming out of her reverie. She thought herself stupid for thinking and hoping that Jack would still love her and consider getting back together. Just because he was getting around, it didn't mean she was. She dumped her shoulder bag on the floor of what looked like Jerry's old bedroom. The walls were plastered with bikini clad Tyra Banks and Heidi Klum posters. Another wall was covered with pictures of cars. She took off her jacket and collapsed on the bed, before closing her eyes.

'How's that turkey coming, Jackass?' Angel teased, peering over his little brother working in the kitchen.

'Almost done...' Jack replied in a low voice.

He still had a scowl on his face. As much as seeing Rachel made his heart beat three times faster, looking at her reminded him of everything they didn't do together anymore.

Laugh... Eat...Argue...Make up... Fuck.

From what he could remember, the last thing with Rachel was freakin' fantastic. In fact, Jack thought that none of his more recent sexual partners could parallel the kind of sex he used to have with Rachel. He couldn't point out how three years of sleeping with the same girl never got boring. Well, that was a lie. He knew damn well why, but he shut his heart off to the world long ago. And knowing how hot his ex-girlfriend was, he was even angrier that some other guy (or guys?) might be satisfying her in that way. He decided that there was no doubt Rachel had probably moved on. That's why he had to show her that he didn't give a damn, even if that wasn't entirely true.

'Jack!' called Bobby from the living room.

'What?' Jack yelled back, measuring the temperature of the turkey one final time. He quickly checked on the yams and pie before he walked out of the kitchen.

'You're friends are here...' Bobby informed, before coming to a realisation. 'Hey did I just see the same girl twice?'

Jack grinned. He strode to the living room confidently to greet his guests. Well, if greeting meant a hard slap on the ass. The two girls who were definitely identical twins had blue eyes dyed, beach blonde hair (which was obvious because their brown roots were protruding from their scalps). They took off their furry overcoats and threw them at Bobby. Both were dressed in loose denim short shorts, ugg boots, one in a halter-neck black blouse and the other in a green tube top. Their girlish giggles in response to Jack's groping were so loud and annoying to Bobby that he rolled his eyes and muttered,

'So this is what you left your girl for?' Jack shot him a glare and Bobby put the coats on the hanger. He then noticed Camille's car pulling up the driveway.

'Are you out of your mind, Jack?'

But Jack wasn't listening. He was too busy asking the girls to 'make themselves at home' in his bedroom.

'Baby, I'll see you there in like five minutes, and you better not be wearing so much when I do...' Jack said in a low voice. Bobby waited for the twins to leave before grabbing Jack by the ear.

'Hey!' Jack growled, pulling himself from Bobby's grip. 'What the fuck are you doing?'

'Are you insane?' Bobby demanded. 'How could you invite those sluts here when Rachel is upstairs?'

'I can do whatever the fuck I want, Bobby,' Jack retorted. 'I made dinner, so don't fuckin piss me off!' And he bolted back to the kitchen. Bobby grabbed handful of his thick, dark hair. He couldn't believe that Jack would let this opportunity to make up with Rachel just fall apart.

Don't be stupid Jack, he thought. We don't always get second chances.

He smiled at Camille who was entering the door with Daniela and Amelia by her side.

'Hi Bobby...' she greeted with a smile on her face. Bobby nodded and closed the front door. It's going to be a long night.

Author's Note: Sorry, I know I said that this chapter would be about the thanksgiving dinner, but I had to explain what was going on in Jack and Rachel's minds after the fight. Next chapter is the dinner. Reviews are appreciated! md 22