Chapter Four: Manhattan (Three Days Later)
Genesis opened her eyes only after the sun managed to flood through her normally dark bedroom. She gave up pretending it was still night when Jet bounded into her room so she wouldn't forget about breakfast like she had the day before. Sighing in contempt at the mornings interruption of her slumber, she dragged herself downstairs.
"Good of you to join us today Genesis," Her father said mocking her condescendingly.
"Do I get a medal?" She whipped back at him venomly before taking a seat across from Jet.
He let the comment hand in the air untouched until it fizzled out and died. Then he addressed both his teenage children.
"I have hired you both tutors so you can continue you're schooling here," He announced. Genesis and Jet exchanged glances but neither dared to expand on the conversation, so they simply nodded in response and quietly went back to eating their breakfast.
"What? No sparkling comments?" He questioned upon only hearing silence.
"It's too early for sarcasm dad," Jet jumped in, flashing Genesis a look that said to keep her thoughts to herself.
Daniel Glory watched the two closely. Studying them. Jet's eyes were alert and watching his sister, while his hair still dripped wet from the shower he'd taken not half and hour earlier. He looked healthy and clean. Genesis, however, was a different story. Since moving to New York he'd seen her change. It hadn't even been a week but she looked worn out already. Her dark eyes were guarded and mistrusting, he guessed from whoever had hurt her hand although she had assured him it was an accident. Her skin went from healthy to pale and her personality suffered as well. She snapped at everyone and always had a sarcastic comment.
In the beginning, he figured moving from Detroit was an excellent idea. Detroit was smaller then New York City but it was more violent. Plus he knew just how involved Genesis was in the gang life of Detroit. How could he not? He had to cover her in stories for the Detroit Times Newspaper before and bust her out of jail on three separate occasions. Detroit wasn't safe if you were a Glory. But now he was starting to regret his decision.
"Are you alright Gen? You don't go out much. Maybe you could go with Jet to wherever it is he disappears to everyday," He suggested softly.
"No thank you," She stated firmly, watching her orange juice intently as she idly swished it around in the clear glass.
"You sure? Jack and the guys have asked about you. They wouldn't mind you coming around. . ." Jet continued on understanding how concerned their father was even if he wasn't the greatest at showing it all the time.
"Jet, what part of 'no' is it that has you confused? The 'n' or the 'o'?" Genesis snapped angrily, glaring at her older brother who looked ready to snap as well. He was sick of all this crap Genesis was going through.
"Would you stop being such a selfish little brat for once?" He countered, starting what was soon to be an all out fight. Both forgetting as their father sat back and watched them.
"Is that a step up from being the unforgiving, narrow minded bitch I was two days ago?" She replied sarcastically, placing her glass back on the table and staring straight into Jet's face as he grew angrier.
"What is your problem?" Jet asked stressing the last word.
"Hmm. . . that a tough one. Come back in a few years and I'll have a nice long list for you," She answered calmly. Jet clenched his hands into tight fists and stood up from his chair.
"This isn't Detroit Genesis, that's why you're so bitter. In Detroit you had everything. Everything. You were the most powerful person in the whole damn city! People in the West and Downtown bowed down to you or looked up at you in awe as you passed by. And everyone else in the city was scared to death of you. They cowered away if you so much as even glanced in their direction. You were loved and you were hated. But above everything else you were respected and feared. You had Detroit, and all of it's people, in the palm of you hand. You don't have that here and you're angry because you were always the powerful one. The queen. And the queen has officially been dethroned," He hissed out angrily.
The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as Jet and Genesis continued to stare at each other, both seething in anger and fury. It was Gen that finally broke the moment by standing up and cursing as she stomped back up to her room, slamming the large door behind her so that it echoed throughout the whole house.
Jet soon followed suit cursing himself which was something he did only when he was really ticked off (most of the time at his sister) and walked out the front door also slamming it. Their father winced during both incidents and sighed to himself when the house lapsed into an unsettling quiet.
* * *
Brooklyn
Spot Conlon watched as his fellow newsies took a calming swim in the water below him. He stayed a safe distance away so he could think in relative peace.
"Youse gots a cigarette on ya?" A familiar voice crashed through his thoughts. He glanced upward and only to see Jack Kelly's grinning face staring back.
Jack eagerly grabbed the cigarette Spot held out to him and took an unoffered seat next to the Brooklyn leader. Normally Spot wouldn't mind the Manhattan boy's company, but today he'd rather he just took the cigarette and left him alone. Jack, however, was not the smartest person when it came to picking up on other people's emotions.
"Youse still t'inking bout dat Glory goil?"
Or maybe he was.
"No?" It came out phrased more as a question than a statement. And Jack appropriately raised both eyebrows in wonder before coming to his own conclusions.
"She's only a goil Spot. . ." Jack began but Spot violently cut him off.
"I'se know dat! It's jist she ain't got no right tawking to me like dat," He huffed and ran a hand through his hair.
Jack smirked remembering everything that had been said that day by the incensed girl. "Yeah, sure, sure. I'se just t'ink it's kinda funny. Dat's all."
Spot glared over at him. "How is it funny?"
"Well, of all da guys in New York, of all da street thugs like da Delacey's an' all da murderers youse get stood up to by a goil."
"Speakin of da devil, she ain't wit 'chu is she?" Spot asked suddenly remembering his little territory rule.
Jack shook his head. "Nah. 'Aven't seen 'er since dat day. Jet says she ain't left 'dare house."
"Why not?"
"Damned if I know. Somet'ing 'bout not liking New York or holdin a grudge or somet'ing like dat."
"Maybe she's feelin guilty bout da whole thing," Spot suggested.
Jack grunted and stifled a laugh as he took a long drag from his cigarette. "I'se doubt dat. Youse didn't seen 'er after wese left Brooklyn. She was mad. An' takin it all out on Jet."
"Dat bad?"
"Probably wose."
The two sat in companionable silence, each drifting off into their own separate thoughts. Jack finished off his cigarette and threw it in the water where Spot's boys were now climbing out of.
"I'se gotta say 'dough," He stood up and glanced down at the smaller boy to his side. "I ain't neveah seen a goil wit ice in 'er eyes and fire in 'er veins." He paused once again, annoying Spot this time.
"What?" He growled menacingly.
"Just. . . take care of yerself Spot," He said softly, smiled sadly and turned back in the direction of Manhattan leaving the other newsie confused from his strange words and actions.
Spot shook his head free of any rational thoughts and walked over to break up a fight that had broke out between two of his bigger and nastier newsies. Genesis Glory was never thought about again that day.
. . . Until he saw Jet briskly walking around on the outskirts of Brooklyn, looking angry and violent.
* * *
Jet stomped around angrily and stuffed his hands in his pants pockets to avoid hitting anything if the urge came upon him again as it had earlier in the day. He also made a mental note to never hit the broad side of a building like that again. His knuckles were still bleeding from the forceful impact, but he forced the pain to the back of his mind.
" 'Ay Jet, what'cha doing in dis part a town?" A voice asked, breaking through his thick wall of anger. Sharply he lifted his head in the direction of the sound.
"Spot?" He questioned seeing the leader's slight figure approaching him hesitantly.
"What are you doing in Manhattan so early?" Jet asked furrowing his eyebrows. Spot raised his own in confusion.
"I'm not. Youse are in Brooklyn," Spot answered watching Jet with an unjudgeable look on his face.
Jet looked around him and found out he was indeed in Brooklyn. He frowned trying to remember when he crossed the bridge to get over here. He couldn't. When he was angry his feet seemed to have a mind of their own. He laughed nervously.
"So I am."
Spot took a couple steps closer to him and watched the other boy closely trying to figure out what was wrong with him. He couldn't be sure but if he had to guess he'd say it had to do with his sister.
"What 'appened?" Spot asked standing as tall as he could next to the slumped over boy.
"Fight with Genesis. She's just being difficult," He sighed and ran a shaky hand through his hair to calm himself. Spot, seeing how jumpy he was, offered him a cigarette which he promptly refused.
"I don't smoke. Heard there bad for you."
Spot shrugged and put the cigarette back in it's pack and into his pocket. "Yer sistah seems like da type dat's difficult wit everyt'ing," He commented.
At this Jet laughed, but it was a hallow bitter laugh if Spot had ever heard one.
"What I mean is dat she seems like she would make a big deal out of nuthin. Ya know da type," He elaborated and watched as Jet shook his head and laughed again with a smirk painting his facial features.
"And all this coming from the one guy in New York she hates the most. I swear, she has to have the best friends and the best enemies. She sure can pick them well," Jet said. Spot frowned in confusion. What the hell was he talking about?
Jet sighed again, and licked his chapped lips as the cooler New York air beat down on him from all directions. He looked at Spot and an idea briefly ran through his mind.
"Hey, Spot, you know that get together or poker party or whatever you're having here tonight?" He brought up, changing the subject. Or not so much changing it, just redirecting it in a different direction.
"Yeah. . ." He trailed off and narrowed his eyes.
"Well, would it bother you if I brought Gen along? That is if I can get her too. Wait, don't talk yet. You see, she's been driving me crazy staying at home for the last three days and she needs the fresh air. And besides, all the Manhattan boys will be there and I promise to keep her off your back," Jet explained, no, pleaded with the Brooklyn boy before him.
"Do ya honestly t'ink ya can get 'er to come?" He asked seeing the desperate look on his face.
"It's worth a shot. Not sure though. . . she told me that she'd never step foot back on Brooklyn territory, but I think I can convince her. What do ya say Spot? Just tonight, hell, who knows maybe she'll be halfway decent."
Spot weighed his options and wondered what he would be risking if he let Jet drag Genesis along. Did he really want to deal with that girl again? Face her explosive temper? On the other hand, if the other newsies were able to distract her with beer and cards he might not even have to see her all night. . he glanced back at Jet and made his own decision. What could possible happen?
"Sure, bring her along. But I don't want to have to deal with her temper or attitude. One encounter was enough."
Jet smirked. "Okay then, just don't piss her off and everything should go just fine. And thanks Spot."
He nodded to the other and Jet turned back in the direction of the bridge that he didn't remember crossing in the first place. He did however, feel suddenly much better about this lousy day. Now only one thing stood his way. Genesis.
* * *
Manhattan
"Genesis Anna Glory! I know you're in here and I'll pick the lock to get in if I have to so don't make me!" Jet yelled, his voice echoing through the long hallway around him. He was perched outside of Genesis's bedroom and banging and screaming at her through the door.
The door flew open to reveal and very pissed off and annoyed Genesis. "What exactly is the problem now?" She asked, only to be pushed to the side as Jet came barreling into the room.
Genesis continued to look at the doorway. "Gee, come right on in. Thanks for asking," She said sarcastically before closing the door and turning around to look at her brother who was standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his chest.
She imitated his stance and waited for him to explain his urgency to speak to her. He dropped his arms and looked around before talking.
"You are getting out of this damn house tonight."
Genesis blinked at the demanding tone and let her arms drop as well in mild shock at the forceful-ness in his voice. She continued to stare, trying to think of something, anything, to answer his statement.
"No objections? Good. This is much easier than I thought it would be," Jet said, his voice loosing some of it's edge.
"Wait, where are you taking me exactly?" She asked slowly and narrowed her eyes in a distrusting manner.
"Brooklyn."
When this said, all hell broke loose. Her eyes widened considerable and she started shaking her head violently in protest. She muttered a few inaudible vowel sounds before openly glaring, recrossing her arms in defiance.
"No way. Forget it. Over my dead body," She said. Jet sighed and shook his head at her stubbornness.
"Gen, you haven't left the house in three days. And I know all about your personal crusade against Brooklyn but this will be good for you. And besides all the guys will be there. You'll be safe and you'll be able to teach all those other guys how to play a real game of poker," Jet said desperately trying to make up excuses for her to go.
"But Brooklyn has * him * in it. I don't even want to see his ugly mug again. Or be anywhere near him for the next thousand years," She protested. Jet rolled his eyes and then studied the ground before a quick lie broke through in his mind.
"Fine, have it your way. I can't force you to do anything."
"Damn right you can't."
"Of course, I didn't actually thin Spot would be right."
Genesis frowned and watched her brother shrug indifferently and head for the door. She stopped him from leaving though, by grabbing his arm and spinning him around to face her.
"What would that Conlon kid be right about?" She asked. Jet held back a sigh at her use of the word 'kid' even though Spot was older then herself.
"Well, he's been telling everyone that the reason you haven't been seen is because you're a afraid of him. And everyone's starting to believe him," Again Jet shrugged and when he saw Genesis's mouth gap open he fought back a smile, knowing she fell for the trap and was a about to take the bait.
"Fine, I'll go," She snarled and let go of Jet.
"That's better."
Genesis mumbled to herself and pushed past her brother and stomped her way down the stairs. Jet followed her closing her bedroom door. Sure, she was in a horrid mood now but he guessed that in a couple hours she'd be just fine. By then she's be in the middle of a poker game and would have guzzled a couple beers to loosen her up some. She might even enjoy herself. He smiled to himself softly at the thought.
Maybe. . .
A/N: Man, another chapter to go. I guarantee the next chapter will be interesting because that's going to cover the party or whatever, so who knows what'll happen then. I'm proud of myself for writing this chapter too, almost eleven chapters again! WOO HOO! Although I apologize for the wait, I've been busy. Next chapter coming as soon as I'm lazy enough to start it!!!
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Genesis opened her eyes only after the sun managed to flood through her normally dark bedroom. She gave up pretending it was still night when Jet bounded into her room so she wouldn't forget about breakfast like she had the day before. Sighing in contempt at the mornings interruption of her slumber, she dragged herself downstairs.
"Good of you to join us today Genesis," Her father said mocking her condescendingly.
"Do I get a medal?" She whipped back at him venomly before taking a seat across from Jet.
He let the comment hand in the air untouched until it fizzled out and died. Then he addressed both his teenage children.
"I have hired you both tutors so you can continue you're schooling here," He announced. Genesis and Jet exchanged glances but neither dared to expand on the conversation, so they simply nodded in response and quietly went back to eating their breakfast.
"What? No sparkling comments?" He questioned upon only hearing silence.
"It's too early for sarcasm dad," Jet jumped in, flashing Genesis a look that said to keep her thoughts to herself.
Daniel Glory watched the two closely. Studying them. Jet's eyes were alert and watching his sister, while his hair still dripped wet from the shower he'd taken not half and hour earlier. He looked healthy and clean. Genesis, however, was a different story. Since moving to New York he'd seen her change. It hadn't even been a week but she looked worn out already. Her dark eyes were guarded and mistrusting, he guessed from whoever had hurt her hand although she had assured him it was an accident. Her skin went from healthy to pale and her personality suffered as well. She snapped at everyone and always had a sarcastic comment.
In the beginning, he figured moving from Detroit was an excellent idea. Detroit was smaller then New York City but it was more violent. Plus he knew just how involved Genesis was in the gang life of Detroit. How could he not? He had to cover her in stories for the Detroit Times Newspaper before and bust her out of jail on three separate occasions. Detroit wasn't safe if you were a Glory. But now he was starting to regret his decision.
"Are you alright Gen? You don't go out much. Maybe you could go with Jet to wherever it is he disappears to everyday," He suggested softly.
"No thank you," She stated firmly, watching her orange juice intently as she idly swished it around in the clear glass.
"You sure? Jack and the guys have asked about you. They wouldn't mind you coming around. . ." Jet continued on understanding how concerned their father was even if he wasn't the greatest at showing it all the time.
"Jet, what part of 'no' is it that has you confused? The 'n' or the 'o'?" Genesis snapped angrily, glaring at her older brother who looked ready to snap as well. He was sick of all this crap Genesis was going through.
"Would you stop being such a selfish little brat for once?" He countered, starting what was soon to be an all out fight. Both forgetting as their father sat back and watched them.
"Is that a step up from being the unforgiving, narrow minded bitch I was two days ago?" She replied sarcastically, placing her glass back on the table and staring straight into Jet's face as he grew angrier.
"What is your problem?" Jet asked stressing the last word.
"Hmm. . . that a tough one. Come back in a few years and I'll have a nice long list for you," She answered calmly. Jet clenched his hands into tight fists and stood up from his chair.
"This isn't Detroit Genesis, that's why you're so bitter. In Detroit you had everything. Everything. You were the most powerful person in the whole damn city! People in the West and Downtown bowed down to you or looked up at you in awe as you passed by. And everyone else in the city was scared to death of you. They cowered away if you so much as even glanced in their direction. You were loved and you were hated. But above everything else you were respected and feared. You had Detroit, and all of it's people, in the palm of you hand. You don't have that here and you're angry because you were always the powerful one. The queen. And the queen has officially been dethroned," He hissed out angrily.
The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as Jet and Genesis continued to stare at each other, both seething in anger and fury. It was Gen that finally broke the moment by standing up and cursing as she stomped back up to her room, slamming the large door behind her so that it echoed throughout the whole house.
Jet soon followed suit cursing himself which was something he did only when he was really ticked off (most of the time at his sister) and walked out the front door also slamming it. Their father winced during both incidents and sighed to himself when the house lapsed into an unsettling quiet.
* * *
Brooklyn
Spot Conlon watched as his fellow newsies took a calming swim in the water below him. He stayed a safe distance away so he could think in relative peace.
"Youse gots a cigarette on ya?" A familiar voice crashed through his thoughts. He glanced upward and only to see Jack Kelly's grinning face staring back.
Jack eagerly grabbed the cigarette Spot held out to him and took an unoffered seat next to the Brooklyn leader. Normally Spot wouldn't mind the Manhattan boy's company, but today he'd rather he just took the cigarette and left him alone. Jack, however, was not the smartest person when it came to picking up on other people's emotions.
"Youse still t'inking bout dat Glory goil?"
Or maybe he was.
"No?" It came out phrased more as a question than a statement. And Jack appropriately raised both eyebrows in wonder before coming to his own conclusions.
"She's only a goil Spot. . ." Jack began but Spot violently cut him off.
"I'se know dat! It's jist she ain't got no right tawking to me like dat," He huffed and ran a hand through his hair.
Jack smirked remembering everything that had been said that day by the incensed girl. "Yeah, sure, sure. I'se just t'ink it's kinda funny. Dat's all."
Spot glared over at him. "How is it funny?"
"Well, of all da guys in New York, of all da street thugs like da Delacey's an' all da murderers youse get stood up to by a goil."
"Speakin of da devil, she ain't wit 'chu is she?" Spot asked suddenly remembering his little territory rule.
Jack shook his head. "Nah. 'Aven't seen 'er since dat day. Jet says she ain't left 'dare house."
"Why not?"
"Damned if I know. Somet'ing 'bout not liking New York or holdin a grudge or somet'ing like dat."
"Maybe she's feelin guilty bout da whole thing," Spot suggested.
Jack grunted and stifled a laugh as he took a long drag from his cigarette. "I'se doubt dat. Youse didn't seen 'er after wese left Brooklyn. She was mad. An' takin it all out on Jet."
"Dat bad?"
"Probably wose."
The two sat in companionable silence, each drifting off into their own separate thoughts. Jack finished off his cigarette and threw it in the water where Spot's boys were now climbing out of.
"I'se gotta say 'dough," He stood up and glanced down at the smaller boy to his side. "I ain't neveah seen a goil wit ice in 'er eyes and fire in 'er veins." He paused once again, annoying Spot this time.
"What?" He growled menacingly.
"Just. . . take care of yerself Spot," He said softly, smiled sadly and turned back in the direction of Manhattan leaving the other newsie confused from his strange words and actions.
Spot shook his head free of any rational thoughts and walked over to break up a fight that had broke out between two of his bigger and nastier newsies. Genesis Glory was never thought about again that day.
. . . Until he saw Jet briskly walking around on the outskirts of Brooklyn, looking angry and violent.
* * *
Jet stomped around angrily and stuffed his hands in his pants pockets to avoid hitting anything if the urge came upon him again as it had earlier in the day. He also made a mental note to never hit the broad side of a building like that again. His knuckles were still bleeding from the forceful impact, but he forced the pain to the back of his mind.
" 'Ay Jet, what'cha doing in dis part a town?" A voice asked, breaking through his thick wall of anger. Sharply he lifted his head in the direction of the sound.
"Spot?" He questioned seeing the leader's slight figure approaching him hesitantly.
"What are you doing in Manhattan so early?" Jet asked furrowing his eyebrows. Spot raised his own in confusion.
"I'm not. Youse are in Brooklyn," Spot answered watching Jet with an unjudgeable look on his face.
Jet looked around him and found out he was indeed in Brooklyn. He frowned trying to remember when he crossed the bridge to get over here. He couldn't. When he was angry his feet seemed to have a mind of their own. He laughed nervously.
"So I am."
Spot took a couple steps closer to him and watched the other boy closely trying to figure out what was wrong with him. He couldn't be sure but if he had to guess he'd say it had to do with his sister.
"What 'appened?" Spot asked standing as tall as he could next to the slumped over boy.
"Fight with Genesis. She's just being difficult," He sighed and ran a shaky hand through his hair to calm himself. Spot, seeing how jumpy he was, offered him a cigarette which he promptly refused.
"I don't smoke. Heard there bad for you."
Spot shrugged and put the cigarette back in it's pack and into his pocket. "Yer sistah seems like da type dat's difficult wit everyt'ing," He commented.
At this Jet laughed, but it was a hallow bitter laugh if Spot had ever heard one.
"What I mean is dat she seems like she would make a big deal out of nuthin. Ya know da type," He elaborated and watched as Jet shook his head and laughed again with a smirk painting his facial features.
"And all this coming from the one guy in New York she hates the most. I swear, she has to have the best friends and the best enemies. She sure can pick them well," Jet said. Spot frowned in confusion. What the hell was he talking about?
Jet sighed again, and licked his chapped lips as the cooler New York air beat down on him from all directions. He looked at Spot and an idea briefly ran through his mind.
"Hey, Spot, you know that get together or poker party or whatever you're having here tonight?" He brought up, changing the subject. Or not so much changing it, just redirecting it in a different direction.
"Yeah. . ." He trailed off and narrowed his eyes.
"Well, would it bother you if I brought Gen along? That is if I can get her too. Wait, don't talk yet. You see, she's been driving me crazy staying at home for the last three days and she needs the fresh air. And besides, all the Manhattan boys will be there and I promise to keep her off your back," Jet explained, no, pleaded with the Brooklyn boy before him.
"Do ya honestly t'ink ya can get 'er to come?" He asked seeing the desperate look on his face.
"It's worth a shot. Not sure though. . . she told me that she'd never step foot back on Brooklyn territory, but I think I can convince her. What do ya say Spot? Just tonight, hell, who knows maybe she'll be halfway decent."
Spot weighed his options and wondered what he would be risking if he let Jet drag Genesis along. Did he really want to deal with that girl again? Face her explosive temper? On the other hand, if the other newsies were able to distract her with beer and cards he might not even have to see her all night. . he glanced back at Jet and made his own decision. What could possible happen?
"Sure, bring her along. But I don't want to have to deal with her temper or attitude. One encounter was enough."
Jet smirked. "Okay then, just don't piss her off and everything should go just fine. And thanks Spot."
He nodded to the other and Jet turned back in the direction of the bridge that he didn't remember crossing in the first place. He did however, feel suddenly much better about this lousy day. Now only one thing stood his way. Genesis.
* * *
Manhattan
"Genesis Anna Glory! I know you're in here and I'll pick the lock to get in if I have to so don't make me!" Jet yelled, his voice echoing through the long hallway around him. He was perched outside of Genesis's bedroom and banging and screaming at her through the door.
The door flew open to reveal and very pissed off and annoyed Genesis. "What exactly is the problem now?" She asked, only to be pushed to the side as Jet came barreling into the room.
Genesis continued to look at the doorway. "Gee, come right on in. Thanks for asking," She said sarcastically before closing the door and turning around to look at her brother who was standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his chest.
She imitated his stance and waited for him to explain his urgency to speak to her. He dropped his arms and looked around before talking.
"You are getting out of this damn house tonight."
Genesis blinked at the demanding tone and let her arms drop as well in mild shock at the forceful-ness in his voice. She continued to stare, trying to think of something, anything, to answer his statement.
"No objections? Good. This is much easier than I thought it would be," Jet said, his voice loosing some of it's edge.
"Wait, where are you taking me exactly?" She asked slowly and narrowed her eyes in a distrusting manner.
"Brooklyn."
When this said, all hell broke loose. Her eyes widened considerable and she started shaking her head violently in protest. She muttered a few inaudible vowel sounds before openly glaring, recrossing her arms in defiance.
"No way. Forget it. Over my dead body," She said. Jet sighed and shook his head at her stubbornness.
"Gen, you haven't left the house in three days. And I know all about your personal crusade against Brooklyn but this will be good for you. And besides all the guys will be there. You'll be safe and you'll be able to teach all those other guys how to play a real game of poker," Jet said desperately trying to make up excuses for her to go.
"But Brooklyn has * him * in it. I don't even want to see his ugly mug again. Or be anywhere near him for the next thousand years," She protested. Jet rolled his eyes and then studied the ground before a quick lie broke through in his mind.
"Fine, have it your way. I can't force you to do anything."
"Damn right you can't."
"Of course, I didn't actually thin Spot would be right."
Genesis frowned and watched her brother shrug indifferently and head for the door. She stopped him from leaving though, by grabbing his arm and spinning him around to face her.
"What would that Conlon kid be right about?" She asked. Jet held back a sigh at her use of the word 'kid' even though Spot was older then herself.
"Well, he's been telling everyone that the reason you haven't been seen is because you're a afraid of him. And everyone's starting to believe him," Again Jet shrugged and when he saw Genesis's mouth gap open he fought back a smile, knowing she fell for the trap and was a about to take the bait.
"Fine, I'll go," She snarled and let go of Jet.
"That's better."
Genesis mumbled to herself and pushed past her brother and stomped her way down the stairs. Jet followed her closing her bedroom door. Sure, she was in a horrid mood now but he guessed that in a couple hours she'd be just fine. By then she's be in the middle of a poker game and would have guzzled a couple beers to loosen her up some. She might even enjoy herself. He smiled to himself softly at the thought.
Maybe. . .
A/N: Man, another chapter to go. I guarantee the next chapter will be interesting because that's going to cover the party or whatever, so who knows what'll happen then. I'm proud of myself for writing this chapter too, almost eleven chapters again! WOO HOO! Although I apologize for the wait, I've been busy. Next chapter coming as soon as I'm lazy enough to start it!!!
Special Thanks to the following:
WeBuiltThisCityOnRockAndRoll: First of all, you can write the longest reviews but I love um because they totally crack me up! (I need to laugh sometimes) And second of all, thank for the awards and compliments. You are certainly and ego booster! (Something I need to write more chapters)
TheCrazyUnknown: Also an ego booster! I don't think I'm that good of a writer, but thanks for your thoughts and everything!!!! And I updated, so skip-to-the-loo-my-darling. . . sorry, sometimes my brain has a mind of it's own.
