As soon as I sat to watch the poker game, Angel came to talk to me.
"Bailey, can we talk?" She asked.
"Yea bout whudd?" I stood up from the table and she led me up on to the roof.
"Bout you know whudd," she replied
"Whudds dat supposed te mean?" Shadow questioned as we left.
"Nuttin!" she yelled at him.
"So which one is it, our fatha er Trevor, dat ye wanna talk bout?" I turned to face her crossing my arms across my chest.
"Actually both." she confessed. "Whudd if it would be betta if I went wid Trevor? At least alla ye would be safe."
"But whudd bout you? You wouldn't be safe. He might actually kill ye next time."
"Yea but whudd if he attacks Kevin again? Our mebe you an Jack,…even Spot."
"Ye might wanna rethink dis. He ain't safe te be round!"
"Ok so whudd bout our fatha? He might be de same way."
"Where do ye come up wid dis stuff?"
"It's just a feelin I got. He left us before, he might do it again. Not te mention he must've left fer a good reason." she argued, being stubborn as usual.
"Look I think ye might need time by yerself te think things ova. Mebe yer just confused, dats gotta be it. Don't worry ye might wanna meet our fatha. If ye don't like livin wid im we'll get ye back. We ain't lettin im make ye marry someone odda den Spot." I could tell dat Scott an' Ang really did wanna meet our dad and I didn't want to be the one they blamed it on if they never got the chance. I gave her hand a squeeze and went back inside.
I went downstairs and ran into Jack. "Hey, you. Ah ya okay?" I shook my head and he took my hand, leading me to a bunk in the corner where no one would hear us talking. "what's goin' on?"
"It ain't fair, Jack. It just ain't fair," I said and I paused. Determined not to cry, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Calm down. I'm hea," Jack comforted. He pulled me into his arms and brushed my hair back while I told him my troubles.
"I know dat Scott an' Ang wanna meet ouah fatha. No matta how much Ang says she don't wanna, I know she does. Hell, even afta all I've been through I wanna meet im. But I won't get dat chance cause he neva knew bout me and it ain't fair, Jack!"
"You'll get ta meet im, but he won't get ta know you. You'll go wid Ang an' Scott when dey meet im an' dey'll introduce ya as a friend, okay? Besides, I don't wanna be in Spot's shoes," I looked at him strangely and he continued, "I wouldn't wanna lose my goil ta some old guy!" I laughed and kissed him lightly on the lips.
He grinned when I pulled back and I blushed; kissing boys was quite new to me. He leaned in and kissed me, much more passionately than I kissed him. I'd neverbeen kissedlike that before, it waswonderful to say the least!In those few minutes kissing him I realised a few things. One, he was a GREAT kisser. Two, I never wanted to stop kissing him. Three, I was losing oxygen, but I really didn't care!
We were interupted by Scott. He told us Ang was going to tell the guys about the situation at hand. The room was filled with questions, but they all contained the same word: why? Why Angel? Why now?
Soon Kloppman interupted the chaos saying we all had to go to bed. Jack had other plans and led me up to the rooftop. He grabbed something from his pocket and, curiously, I got closer to see what it was. It was a pack of cigarettes. He offered me one and I accepted. I don't normally smoke, but I was stressed and I needed release.
"I don't normally do dis," I said exhaling. "I swore off smokin' afta ma da--I mean mr. bloom caught me an' Andrew smokin'."
"Yeah? Why? What happened dat made ya quit?" Jack turned to me.
"Well, he got out two packs a cigs, gave us each one and made us chain smoke da whole pack! It was awful an' I neva wanted anudda one until now," I explained and Jack laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, cowboy. Maybe you would like ta try dat?"
"Naw, I think I'd do da same ting ye did, quit on da spot," he grinned and put out his cigarette. I did the same.
"Yeah, well, I'll remind ya ta quit so dat nobody will eva make ya chain smoke like I had ta!" I smiled and he pulled me close.
"Ya know, Ang an' Spot ah goin' ta Brooklyn tamorrow. We'll have da room all ta ouaselves," Jack smiled and raised his eyebrows in a segestive manner.
"Well, I know dat dey ah goin' an' it really doesn't matta cause you ain't gettin' any," I smiled and kissed his nose before breaking free of his grip and running inside. I was quiet while going up the steps, but couldn't help the small squeal that escaped when Jack caught up with me at the door. We fell to the ground laughing.
Once we regrouped I put my finger to my lips and turned the door knob. We walked in and got right into our bed and snuggled before falling fast asleep.
Ahh, if only I were Bailey and this were all true...anyways! REVIEW TIME!!!!