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Chapter 26,
Not only did Jimmy find Nick and Libby, but it seems like it was the beginning of Nick's date with Brittany. It seemed a little odd until Jimmy remembered that he knocked Nick out earlier.
Nick probably took a minute to come to; or for Libby to wake him up.
Jimmy thought and he couldn't see Libby or hear Nick's conversation, therefore he decided to enter the Candy Bar. Because Nick and Brittany was sitting at a booth Jimmy decided to keep an eye on him at the central bar.
"Hey, I'm Chip, little dude, San had to go do an errand, so I'll be serving you today." Chip said and Jimmy picked up a menu. Though it was only 5 o'clock and he ate some pretty filling Italian pizza only three hours ago, he was a tad peckish. But mostly he was thirsty.
"I'll take a pistachio milkshake, a glass of Birch-Beer, and a set of fries." Jimmy said and Chip wrote all this down.
"Ok, coming up. Uh, wait, you can't drink beer kid, you're underage." Chip said and Jimmy sighed. He knew that Chip would not understand him if he explained that the only difference between birch-beer and root beer is the fact that root beer is made from the roots of maple trees; and birch-beer was made from the roots of birch trees. So instead he softly squeezed the bridge of his nose and said,
"It's a soda, not an actual beer." And Chip blinked.
"Oh! Right, that red root beer stuff. I can't stand the stuff but at least one customer is drinking it." Chip said and then he started doing the math.
"Let's see the shake is $6, the soda is $2, and the fries are $4, so together that's six, four, ten, two, so twelve bucks kid." Chip said and Jimmy blinked.
"It is more traditional to give customers the check after they eat." Jimmy said and Chip softly hit the side of his head.
"Oh, yeah, heh, heh, heh." He said and he walked off and Jimmy shook his head.
"I love sports, especially football because one can get so into the stats and the game builds into such an exciting outcome." Brittany said and Nick was staring at his phone.
"Uh, huh, yeah." Nick muttered and Brittany let out a dissatisfied chuckle.
"So, do you have a favorite team? I guess that yours would be the Dallas Cowboys, since we are in Texas, right?" Brittany asked and Nick paused.
"My dad was a huge Dallas Cowboys fan. I didn't really get along with my dad though. He likes the Cowboys because 'their as true as soldiers'. Whatever that means, but I like the Raiders because they aren't afraid to get their hands dirty to win." Nick said and Brittany blinked.
"Heh, well I know that several people don't like the Raiders because they supposedly cheat a lot. And cheating takes the integrity and soul out of the game." Brittany said and Nick scoffed.
"Yeah, but at the end of the day it is still a game." Nick said and this seemed to make Brittany nervous.
"It means more to others, Nick." Brittany said, lowering her voice slightly and Nick smiled and shook his head.
"Think about this, Brittany. Now I could be wrong, but when I think about football and how it started, this is what comes to my mind. I think of a butcher with two sons and he sees that they never spend any time together, so he decides to bring them together. He does not have a lot of money so he takes the skin of a pig and turns it into a leather ball, that creates an odd shape. He takes the pig skin ball and he plays catch with his sons, and has them play together.
Eventually they get older and more competitive, and so the dad has to add more rules to this simple game of catch. So then he comes up with the rules that say who can throw the ball and the coin toss to determine possession.
But then these boys get even older and started to have their friends play the game. So the dad gives his sons a sort of armor so that they do not hurt themselves. The more people played, the more this butcher had to instruct certain roles for the players.
'You're a linemen, you're on defense, you're a quarterback.'
The game get complicated so the butcher and a few other fathers have to play referee. All of this commotion brings and audience and the news of this game spreads. Eventually others start their own teams and play their own games, and then the players ego steps in.
'Well who is the best team.'
Now this retired old Butcher has to come up with a series of games that leads up to the championship which we call the Super Bowl. And when people got more of a fighting spirit, they got more passionate about the sport.
Why? Because people normally feel as if they can't fight with the person they actually want to fight with. They can't fight with their boss because they could get fired; or with their friend because they don't want to lose the companionship; or with a family member because they drive you crazy and you can't leave them.
So they choose to fight over a simple game, which was designed to bring people together." Nick said and Brittany paused as she listened to him.
Even Jimmy who was never a real sports fan, was a bit touched by Nick's hypothesis. After all, this was Nick who went so in depth with his thinking. Very unlike him, for what Jimmy knew, which actually wasn't much. He knew that in the past Nick was a rebel, and he is about to rape Cindy. And as much as he hated to say it, maybe there was a little more to Nick that could explain his angry, rebellious nature.
"Here you go little dude. That red nonalcoholic beer soda, green nut milky shake, and a plate of our hot crunchy fries." Chip said and Jimmy got a headache.
"Thank you, Chip." Jimmy tried not to groan out.
"You're welcome little dude. Just call me if you need something. Ho-go! Got to go, little birthday girl just up chucked. Heh, heh, heh." He said, walking off and Jimmy pursed his lips in disgust.
"It's a good thing these fries smell so good." Jimmy softly commented and he took a bite of a really hot fry. He inhaled quickly and took a drink of his milkshake. Doing this combo was delicious m, in his mind, and he instantly wanted to dip his fries in his shake, as if it were a sauce. Though in the past this normally got the attention of one or two people, so he couldn't do that and spy on Nick successfully.
"Why are you asking about my dad?" Nick asked, and it was obvious that Nick was trying not to raise his voice.
"I'm sorry, you were talking about your dad liking the Cowboys and I thought that you may want to continue that thought." Brittany said, taken back at Nick's rage.
"Ok, you wanna know about my dad, fine. I haven't lived with my father in years because his friend stole money from the company, but he put all the evidence in my dad's favor. Being the 'loyal soldier' he is, my dad told the police that he was innocent, be he simply couldn't believe his friend would frame him. Because of the money stolen, I forget how much, my dad gets thrown in jail for ten years.
He was suppose to get released next month. But the darndest thing happened. Two weeks ago my father sees an inmate being beaten by his cell mate, and he helps him out. But this was apparently a domestic dispute, so when my dad walked up to them, they both got jealous.
Because 'the beater' thought my dad was saving 'the wife' because my dad wanted 'the wife'; and 'the wife' thought my dad was stopping 'the beater' because 'the beater' really belonged to my dad.
So they both pulled out shanks and stabbed my father to death. The funeral was a few days ago. And now, not only do I only have my mom, but she won't leave me alone. She is so paranoid about some fear she won't tell me, and she keeps texting me. So when you see me texting in class, or at parties, or even now with you, that's my mother. Because she wants to make sure that I have enough money for lunch; or that I didn't forget to take my skateboard; and not to do any crazy jumps; and what am I learning in class today; are my teachers being nice to me; does that girl in P. E. still have a broken leg; and are Sheen and Libby back together; and would I like to have enchiladas for dinner, or would I prefer a more traditional Brazilian dish such as, Moqueca?
So any time you see me texting on my phone, you can relax at the fact that it is only my grief-stricken mother who is trying to distract herself from the death of her husband, my father. So little Britt, is that enough information on my family?" Nick spat out and Brittany turned her head in shame for causing Nick such emotional pain.
"I thought so." Nick said and he leaned back in his seat and started texting his mother again. Jimmy use to talk to Nick more, and he knew that his father was a forbidden subject so he never learned what had happened. Still Jimmy was still shocked that he never learned what had happened. Still Jimmy was still shocked that he hadn't heard anything about the Dean family having a funeral.
I suppose that they wanted to keep it private, so only family and close friends would have been there.
Jimmy thought as he quietly ate. Suddenly a door behind Jimmy closed and he realized how close he was to the restrooms. In his peripheral vision, he saw her.
Libby.
Though Jimmy saw her in class, and cutting Cindy, then hurting Amber, this time it felt different. This time Jimmy wasn't staring at her through the pixelized, lenses of the N-Cam. This was face-to-face in the real world, and Jimmy got really angry. When he saw Libby calmly sit in the booth behind Nick, Jimmy's hands slowly clenched in anger.
"By the way, my mom wants to know if your mother is the host at Arby's." Nick said and Brittany shook her head.
"No, my dad is the preacher on 49th, and I guess my mom is the preacher's wife." Brittany said and Nick nodded.
"Odd, I wouldn't have took you for a preacher's kid." Nick commented and Brittany shrugged.
"There is more to people then what they do, or who their parents are." Brittany said and Nick smiled.
"Now that sounds like a preachers kid." He said and Brittany rolled her eyes.
Libby waved her hand and got Chip's fragile attention. She simply ordered a refill on her drink, but for some reason this just seemed so evil to Jimmy. Libby cuts, tortures, and rapes Cindy and there was nothing Libby could do to sway Jimmy's hatred.