SO SUE ME-
Paris had fallen on his back, shielding his face with his lifted hands. His deep, dark brown eyes glanced at Achilles nervously as if he were expecting the guy to pounce on him. Briseis sighed and snapped,
"Get up!"
Paris didn't move.
"I'm not going to throttle you now," Achilles growled in a low voice. "Though I may do it later."
Briseis glared at him. Who the heck did this guy think he was? 'How dare he just walk in here and threaten us as if he ruled this planet?' Briseis thought angrily.'
"Remember when you said, 'so sue me?'" Achilles demanded. "Well, I'll be seeing you in court."
And with that, he stormed out of the café like a tornado. Briseis still stood behind the counter, frozen. Could he really sue her?
"I don't even have a lawyer!" she yelled after him.
Suddenly, Hector charged into the room and as soon as he set his eyes on Paris, he pointed an accusing finger at him and growled,
"You..."
Paris offered a shrug and a smile before backing away to run up the stairs.
"Not so fast, little bro," Hector snarled and pointing at a plush, red sofa right in front of him, ordered Paris to sit.
"So," Hector said calmly. "So the little boy thinks he can just drop out of college without telling his brother who's paying for his every whim? So tell me, Paris, how should the brother punish the little boy?"
Paris blinked. "What little boy?"
Hector's fist slammed down on the coffee table, making the mugs jump.
"I have four words for you," Hector hissed. "You are so busted."
Paris jerked his head to look at Briseis in a disbelieving way.
"You tattletale! I told you that I would tell him myself!"
"And when were you planning to tell me?" Hector demanded, marching around Paris and rubbing his chin.
Paris shrugged. "Someday."
Then, seeing the rather insane look on Hector's already red face, Paris said quickly, "But I got a job, as a model. This supermodel lady thought I was cute so she gave me the job..."
Hector had rushed upstairs and Paris and Briseis chased after him to find him in Paris's bedroom, wreaking chaos. Hector was tearing off posters, ripping out Paris's personal phone, and disconnecting Paris's laptop.
"This," Hector said, indicating the drooping phone. "This is a luxury as are all these other stuff. Since you have a job, you can pay for these luxuries from now on. When you earn up to oh, maybe 500 bucks, I'll give you your stuff back."
Paris's jaw dropped open and his mouth moved as if he were trying to say something.
"You... you... can't do that!" Paris stammered, flailing his arms.
"Just watch me," Hector replied shortly.
And Paris had to watch as Hector deposited all the stuff into the trash bag with a light "Ooops!" Paris rubbed his hands together. 'Just you wait, Hector,' Paris thought. 'The next time you'll see me is when you see me on a runway and people will be pouring money over me!'
THE NEXT DAY-
"He's actually going through with this!" Briseis exclaimed, her cheeks flushed an angry red.
She flung a letter at Paris's face and recited from memory,
"To Briseis, you are being sued by a young man who claims that you gave him a near concussion by throwing an answer machine on his head. Please appear at the Spartan Courthouse blah, blah, blah!"
Paris examined the paper closely. "Am I missing something or do I just not see the blah, blah, blah part?"
Briseis squeezed her fists and bit her lip to control herself from not throwing another answer machine at Paris's head. "Maybe I need glasses," Paris murmured absentmindedly.
"Don't you care that that psycho classmate of yours is suing me?" Briseis demanded hotly. "Just for hitting him on the head? I mean, come on! How mad could it be? A little bump on his perfect, golden hair?"
"Well, if you ruined my hairstyle with a bump on the head, I would sue you," Paris said.
Briseis was about to retort, 'So sue me,' but then she remembered that she had said just that to that Achilles and he had taken her seriously.
"Me and my big mouth," she muttered and got ready for school.
Paris had fallen on his back, shielding his face with his lifted hands. His deep, dark brown eyes glanced at Achilles nervously as if he were expecting the guy to pounce on him. Briseis sighed and snapped,
"Get up!"
Paris didn't move.
"I'm not going to throttle you now," Achilles growled in a low voice. "Though I may do it later."
Briseis glared at him. Who the heck did this guy think he was? 'How dare he just walk in here and threaten us as if he ruled this planet?' Briseis thought angrily.'
"Remember when you said, 'so sue me?'" Achilles demanded. "Well, I'll be seeing you in court."
And with that, he stormed out of the café like a tornado. Briseis still stood behind the counter, frozen. Could he really sue her?
"I don't even have a lawyer!" she yelled after him.
Suddenly, Hector charged into the room and as soon as he set his eyes on Paris, he pointed an accusing finger at him and growled,
"You..."
Paris offered a shrug and a smile before backing away to run up the stairs.
"Not so fast, little bro," Hector snarled and pointing at a plush, red sofa right in front of him, ordered Paris to sit.
"So," Hector said calmly. "So the little boy thinks he can just drop out of college without telling his brother who's paying for his every whim? So tell me, Paris, how should the brother punish the little boy?"
Paris blinked. "What little boy?"
Hector's fist slammed down on the coffee table, making the mugs jump.
"I have four words for you," Hector hissed. "You are so busted."
Paris jerked his head to look at Briseis in a disbelieving way.
"You tattletale! I told you that I would tell him myself!"
"And when were you planning to tell me?" Hector demanded, marching around Paris and rubbing his chin.
Paris shrugged. "Someday."
Then, seeing the rather insane look on Hector's already red face, Paris said quickly, "But I got a job, as a model. This supermodel lady thought I was cute so she gave me the job..."
Hector had rushed upstairs and Paris and Briseis chased after him to find him in Paris's bedroom, wreaking chaos. Hector was tearing off posters, ripping out Paris's personal phone, and disconnecting Paris's laptop.
"This," Hector said, indicating the drooping phone. "This is a luxury as are all these other stuff. Since you have a job, you can pay for these luxuries from now on. When you earn up to oh, maybe 500 bucks, I'll give you your stuff back."
Paris's jaw dropped open and his mouth moved as if he were trying to say something.
"You... you... can't do that!" Paris stammered, flailing his arms.
"Just watch me," Hector replied shortly.
And Paris had to watch as Hector deposited all the stuff into the trash bag with a light "Ooops!" Paris rubbed his hands together. 'Just you wait, Hector,' Paris thought. 'The next time you'll see me is when you see me on a runway and people will be pouring money over me!'
THE NEXT DAY-
"He's actually going through with this!" Briseis exclaimed, her cheeks flushed an angry red.
She flung a letter at Paris's face and recited from memory,
"To Briseis, you are being sued by a young man who claims that you gave him a near concussion by throwing an answer machine on his head. Please appear at the Spartan Courthouse blah, blah, blah!"
Paris examined the paper closely. "Am I missing something or do I just not see the blah, blah, blah part?"
Briseis squeezed her fists and bit her lip to control herself from not throwing another answer machine at Paris's head. "Maybe I need glasses," Paris murmured absentmindedly.
"Don't you care that that psycho classmate of yours is suing me?" Briseis demanded hotly. "Just for hitting him on the head? I mean, come on! How mad could it be? A little bump on his perfect, golden hair?"
"Well, if you ruined my hairstyle with a bump on the head, I would sue you," Paris said.
Briseis was about to retort, 'So sue me,' but then she remembered that she had said just that to that Achilles and he had taken her seriously.
"Me and my big mouth," she muttered and got ready for school.