A/N: Hey guys here's another chapter, sorry I haven't been updating as quickly as I expected to. Things have just been really busy, but anyway, here's Ch. 3!
Whitney asked, "What's going to be harder than you thought?" Fox, unaware of Whitney still being there stumbled out, "Huh, what? Oh...nothing, just me being new is all." The tennis player laughed, " Oh please you're rich and sexy, you'll be popular in no time."
Chapter 3:
Theresa was sitting around idly on the couch of her living room when the phone ring. Since she was the only one home, she answered the phone. "Lopez-Fitzgerald's, what do you want?" There was a long silence followed by a heavy sigh.
The person on the other end finally replied, "Theresa Louisa Carmelita, where are your manners?" The rebel teenager's mouth twisted into a frown. "That's my name, don't wear it out. As for my manners, I must have flushed them down the toilet with last year's crap." she said sourly.
Chief Bennett sighed once again. Ignoring her sourness he asked, "Why don't you come over here and hang with Noah and Whitney. I'm pretty sure you are bored out of your mind there all by yourself." Before letting Theresa reply, he added, "Oh and uh this 'suggestion' is more of a demand. The principal called Luis again, so now Luis doesn't want you home alone anymore."
Theresa grumbled, "What'd he say I did now? I didn't skip...today anyways." The chief of police sighed, "Cheating on a test is worse than skipping Theresa. Now get over here before I come get you and you better get here in less than half hour!" The teenager angrily slammed the phone back on the hook and stormed over to the door to get the car keys.
"Geez, I cheat on one test and now I need a babysitter! This is a conspiracy got damn it!" she cursed as she walked out the door.
29.99999 minutes later...
(The Bennett's House)
"I told that girl to be here BEFORE thirty minutes was over and she's not here yet! One of these days, Grace, she is going to get in so much trouble no one will be able to help her." argued Sam Bennett to his wife, Grace Bennett. Moments after he said that Kay Bennett, his oldest daughter, was letting Theresa into the house.
"You're late, I thought I told you under thirty minutes!" exclaimed Chief Bennett. Theresa waved him off and said, "Don't get your tighty whiteys in a twist Chief. It is exactly...looks at watch...29.99999 minutes after six. See, before thirty-minutes."
Noah walked down the stairs followed by a flushed Whitney. "I thought I heard the door open." Noah chirped a little too excitedly. "You two just got finish making out, didn't you?" asked Theresa as she crossed her arms over her chest confidently with a knowing smirk on her face.
"Um, what gave you that idea Theresa?" asked Whitney uneasily. Noah added, "Yeah, I mean this is Whitney Russell here. No offense or anything Whitney."
The tennis player held a slightly hurt look on her face but, quickly removed it for fear of getting caught.
Theresa replied,"Do you think I'm stupid? I know a flushed face from making out when I see one and well, I'm looking at one right now." Kay laughed at her older brother because now not only did she know, but Theresa did too and now her father and mother knew.
"It's true daddy, I saw them doing it earlier." said the fourteen year old Kay Bennett. Chief Bennett said sternly, "Noah, kitchen. NOW!" Noah slumped into the kitchen, glaring at his little sister. His father wouldn't have believed Theresa if she hadn't of said anything. Sam walked in behind him followed by Grace.
"Great, now Noah's going to get in trouble. Why couldn't you just be quiet Theresa?" asked Whitney angrily as she sat down on the couch next to Miguel who was helping twelve year old Jessica Bennett with her math homework. "Oh please, goodie goodie Noah Bennett has to get in trouble at some point. This is just baby stuff." replied Theresa.
"Just 'cuz you're a troublemaker doesn't mean you have to get everyone else in trouble too!" yelled Whitney. Miguel shot his head up and defended his older sister, "Don't talk to my sister like that or I'll deck you a good one!"
Theresa put her hand up to let Miguel know that she would take care of everything. "Take Kay and Jessica upstairs Migs. I'll handle this." Miguel did as he was told and gathered Jessica's things up for her.
Kay whined, "But I want to see Theresa beat up Whitney!" Jessica grabbed her sister's arm and led her up the stairs following Miguel while saying, "Are you sure you're older than me? 'Cuz you're acting like a little baby."
After they were gone, Theresa said coldly, "You watch it Russell. I'm not a troublemaker, I'm a realist and maybe you should be too." Whitney rolled her eyes at the Latina and replied boldly, "Realist? Yeah, and I'm Britney Spears. Why don't you get over yourself Theresa, that horse of yours needs to come a little closer to the ground."
'Wrong thing to say Curly Sue.' thought the unknown pair of eyes that was watching Theresa through the glass window of the Bennett household unseen. "This coming from 'woe is me, bow down to the queen'? Huh, more like queen of the bitches. Kiss my ass you preppy little wannabe the next all that Serena Williams!" insulted Theresa ferociously.
Whitney blinked for a second, not saying a word. She hadn't expected Theresa to blow up like that. Finally getting back up emotionally, Whitney yelled back just as viciously, "I'm queen of the bitches? I'm sorry but, you're wrong. You are the bitch here Theresa, always flipping out at people and ignoring them like you're all that. If your father were here he'd give you a good spanking on the ass and send you to your room like a big baby because that's exactly how you're acting."
Theresa said through clenched teeth, "Shut your mouth Russell or I swear I will kick your ass from here to China and back." Whitney faked a pout and said in a baby-like voice, "Awe, is baby upset? Do you want your bottle?" Unable to control her anger, Theresa slapped Whitney so hard she fell to the floor clutching her cheek.
Whitney stood up and slapped Theresa with even more force, making her stagger away for a brief second. "You want to fight?" asked Whitney, "Then bring it!" Unaware of Noah and Whitney's plan to help her release some of her anger out on Whitney so that she would be calm enough to talk about what was bothering her, Theresa used all of it.
"I'll do more than fight you Whitney, I'll tare that curly ass hair right out of your permed scalp!" shouted Theresa as she charged at Whitney and began punching her anywhere that was unprotected by Whitney's flailing arms trying to hit her back.
Just before Theresa could do some actual damage, The unknown person ran in and pulled Theresa off of Whitney, giving the African American teenage girl enough time to pick herself up off the floor and back away from Theresa who was still trying to get to her.
"I don't know who you are, but you better let me go right now before I rearrange your face!" yelled Theresa. Sam and Grace ran out of the kitchen followed by Noah and saw Whitney bruised up and clutching her face, Theresa trying to hit the intruder in the face, and the intruder trying to calm Theresa down.
"What the hell is going on and who the hell are you barging in my home?" shouted the chief of police. Theresa stopped struggling in time to realize that the intruder was someone she knew and hated from the start. "What the hell are you doing here?" she asked as she pulled herself out of his grip and turn around to face the person who saved Whitney from a good beating.
A/N:Well there it is. I know Theresa wouldn't normally kick the living crap out of Whitney but, I just had all this pent up energy from when she was and still is acting like her sht don't stink so I passed it over to Theresa so to speak and let the words flow from my fingers to the keyboard. Anyways, yay nay? you tell me. Hope you like it and please leave a review. Thx, Janae.