Chapter 3- Battle wounds
Mercer house-
"Jack I've wanted to do this forever," Nikki whispered into his ear.
"I've wanted you forever," he said kissing her as she sat on his lap.
He pulled of her burgundy tank top that revealed her black bra.
"Don't stop," she said kissing him up and down his neck.
He laid her on her back and kissed your stomach. She groaned as he placed his hands on her skirt zipper.
"Jack!" Jacky-poo!" Bobby called from downstairs.
"What," he said as he sat up. He looked around the room and there was no one there.
'It was just a dream,' he thought.
"Jack!" Bobby yelled as he ran up the stairs. "We're going to be late for work. Get up!"
Bobby had gotten a job loading crates of fish and other things because he was suspended again from playing hockey. A week later he made Jack apply. When Jack was shot a month and a half ago, his band had to replace him just until their tour was over.
"You don't' want to start the new year with no job do you Jacky?" Bobby asked.
"I can get any job I want," Jack said as he changed for work.
"I don't want you becoming a male stripper Jacky. That might make you happy taking your clothes off for horny males but I won't you to have a real job," he yelled back to him.
"Like loading fish is a real job?" Jack said running down the stairs.
They both got into the car and drove toward Jerry's house.
"Why are why at Jerry's house?" Jack asked.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you we have to drive Nicole to school," Bobby said beeping the horn.
"What? How come you didn't tell me?" Jack yelled.
The backseat door opened.
"Hey thanks for the ride I know it's not that far away. Uncle Jerry already left for work and since I'm staying with them now I don't have a ride," Nicole said clenching her scarf.
"I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother," Bobby said looking at her through his rear view mirror.
"Me too," Jack said not knowing what happened.
"Thanks. We knew she was sick but we didn't expect her to go before the New Year," she said sobbing slightly.
"We're here," Bobby said.
"Thanks so much," she said as she opened the door to get out.
They watched her approach some guy.
"Shouldn't we wait for her to go inside?" Jack asked Bobby as he pulled off.
"Jacky just because you cut school all the time doesn't mean she will," Bobby said.
"That's not what I meant," Jack said making little hearts on the cloudy window.
"You still have a thing for her don't you?" Bobby asked his little brother.
"What are you talking about?" Jack asked absent minded.
Bobby glanced over at the little hearts Jack was drawing.
"You know what they say Jacky-poo, 15 will get you 20," Bobby said laughing.
"She's sixteen"
Later that day-
"Well that sucked," Jack told Bobby when they got off work.
"Get use to the smell of fish Jack-O."
"Were we going now?" Jack asked.
"To pick up Nicole," Bobby said grinning.
"Can you drop me off at home? Come on I smell like fish," Jack said smelling his collar.
"Nope, sorry buddy, she gets out at three. It's already 3:10," Bobby said looking at his busted radio.
"How do you know it says 3:10?" Jack said looking at the blank radio that read: a:1i.
"Look at it Jacky. The a is a 3, the 1 is there and the i represents the 0.
"Whatever," Jack said as they pulled up to the school.
They saw Nikki get run out of school heading over to the outside lockers.
"What is she doing?" Jack asked.
They then saw her make out with a older looking guy.
"Looks like she about to do her boyfriend," Bobby said trying to look closer.
Jack pushed him away, "Don't look.
"Aw I know this must be hard for you," Bobby said sarcastically.
They waited five more minutes and over that time the windows had fogged up from the heat so they couldn't see anything.
"Hey, sorry I'm late, I was in cooking class and I stained my shirt" Nikki told them.
"That's ok," Bobby said knowing that it was a lie.
She cleared her throat, "So am I going back to Uncle Jerry's?"
"Jerry's still at work and Camille took the girls to gymnastics. You can come over if you don't want to stay there," Bobby told her.
"Yeah, that's fine," she said holding her books tightly on her lap as Bobby's car hit some major potholes.
Mercer House-
"Here I'll take your coat," Jack said to Nikki.
"Thanks. Hey were can I do my homework?" she asked.
"The dinning room table should be clear," he said hanging up their coats.
Nikki walked into Sophie who said she'd make her some lunch. Meanwhile Jack wanted to talk to Bobby.
"What is it Jacky?" Bobby asked him as he polished his old hockey trophies.
"I just wanted to ask you something," Jack said to him.
"Let me guess you're to chicken shit to go downstairs and talk to Nicole so you're up here bothering me?" Bobby said looking at Jack in one the shiny trophies.
"No, never mind," Jack said then he walked out of the room.
Twenty minutes later Nikki knocked on Jack's bedroom door.
"Come in," Jack said.
"Hey, mind if I sit and listen?" Nikki asked.
He was playing one of his new songs but he didn't want her to make fun of him.
"Um, sure. You probably won't like it, it's rock," he said trying not to look up.
"Well I don't really like rock but persuade me," she said giggling.
She grabbed a chair and listen to two of his songs.
"The second one is really good. I really like the beat," Nikki said.
"Well you like hip hop right?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, I love anything that has a beat or rhythm," Nikki said.
She walked over to his night stand and saw a picture of Mrs. Mercer.
"I'm sorry about your mom. I know what it's like losing a parent," Nikki said placing the photograph back where it was.
"Thanks, and I'm really sorry to hear about your grandmother," Jack said watching her pace back and forth.
"Thanks, she has Alzheimer's so we knew it would be any day now," she said.
She stopped pacing and sat on the edge of his bed.
"How did you get the cut?" she asked out of no where.
"What cut?" Jack asked since she wasn't looking at anywhere specific.
"The cut on your chest, I noticed it on Christmas when you were in the kitchen," she said placing her hand on his cheat to show him.
He had his shirt on but he knew what she was referring to. Although he was slightly turned on by the fact that she was touching his chest, he didn't want to talk about it.
"Last year about a month and a half ago, I was shot," Jack said shifting on the bed.
Nikki took her hand of his shirt and stood up quickly.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to. I was just…" she said backing away from him.
"No it's ok," he said putting the guitar on the floor.
"I didn't know, but I'm sorry."
"It's really ok."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Nikki asked trying to be supportive.
"Nicole!" Bobby yelled from downstairs.
"Yeah?" Nikki yelled back.
"Jerry's here," he said.
"Ok, I have to go. See you later Jack," she said storming out of the room.