CB 37
"I'm not asking you to be nice to them, because that would be like asking pigs to fly or ducks to tango. Just try to be not as mean," Chief Charlie said. He was just being cruel. "Billy and Harry are worried about how the boys are going to be treated. It's bad enough they're from a rival school, but you know how they are..."
I did indeed know how Jacob Black and Seth Clearwater. They were born to annoy me.
It was horrible that Paul Smith burnt down Quileute High School with a stink bomb, but it was even more horrible that I was forced to show those two yahoos around. It wasn't that they were freshmen, it was that they were idiots.
"No." The old man must be drinking in the A.M.
"What Bella means is that it will be no problem, sir." My kid was a kiss ass.
"Oh it will be a problem, son. You haven't met those boys yet," my father stated sagely. He knew. He was also best friends with their dads, so he tolerated Jacob and Seth. Barely.
Two pickup trucks pulled in the driveway and out came Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum.
They were dressed in suits and gold chains.
Billy and Harry looked mortified. Billy gave an embarrassed smile. "Hey Charlie. Thank you for taking them to school today, Bella."
"I'm so very sorry, Bella." Harry looked at his feet.
"It's Bellsie B, the most smokin' gurl in the hiz house!" Jacob called. He did a spin. "You like my swag, gurl?"
"No." He was going to be at the bottom of the ocean before this day was done.
"Hi, I'm Edward..."
Jacob ignored him. The douche. "Bella, my honeybee, may I introduce..."
"The smoothest fly brother in Washington State. It is I, Don Juan. Hey, baby," Seth crooned.
He tried to kiss my hand and jabbed him hard in the forehead.
"Oww! Come on, gurl!" He cried.
"Do it again, Bella," Harry said. "Maybe, you'll knock some sense into him."
"Don't let their negativity make you down, Don Juan. All the fly honeys will be ready to ride our fine bodies." Jacob smoothed out his jacket.
The two of them would be lucky to weigh 100 pounds wet. The looked like the were nine and should be playing with Tonka trucks, not themselves. The thought of which made me gag.
"They're fun!" Baseball Boy exclaimed.
As fun as a root canal. It was going to be a long day.