Chapter 2- Jealousy
Mercer House-
"Ha! That kid wudda beat da shit outta Jack if Krystal didn't walk him home!" Bobby said laughing it up with Angel.
Jack had gone upstairs to play his guitar. The last thing he wanted to hear was Bobby and Angel reminisce about all the days that Krystal had made his life miserable. She truly was one of the Mercers if you thought about it, even more so than Jack. He knew she was tougher than him and she diffidently had more street savvy.
"Come on Bobby, do we have to talk about Jack all day?" Krystal asked showing a little remorse than usual.
"Did I just hear you stand up for him? Get a look at this Angel. Is this the same girl who played hockey with us when she was eleven then ended up breaking Jack's collar bone by checking him too hard. Is she really sitting her standing up for him?" Bobby asked surprised.
"And after that, you told him to go join the ice capades while you kick his other arm," Angel chuckled.
"That was eight years ago," Krystal sighed.
"You still tortured that boy," Angel said getting up as soon as he heard Sofi call him.
Jack heard their conversation from upstairs and thought he desperately needed a cigarette, but they were in his jacket pocket downstairs in the kitchen. So he put his guitar down and tried to sneak past the living room, which was an inescapable feat.
"Hey Jackie," Bobby said as he watched Jack creep past the living room.
He nodded and continued into the kitchen.
Krystal left Bobby in the living room watching hockey on TV. She joined Jack in the kitchen which startled him.
"Sorry," she said approaching him near the back door.
He found his cigarettes and beat the bottom of the pack, "What ever," he said placing one in his mouth.
"Can I talk to you for a sec?" she asked ripping the cigarette from his mouth.
"Oh come on!" Jack yelled as she broke it in half.
"I can't talk to you while you blow that shit in my face," she protested.
"What, what do you want to say to me?" he asked placing both of his arms over his waist.
"I just wanna say I'm sorry. I know I was a pain back then, but maybe we can be friends?" Krystal asked as she handed him back his broken cigarette.
He leaned in close, almost an inch from her face and said, "You know I never wanted to your friend."
He stuck another cigarette in his mouth and walked back upstairs.
"Krystal," Bobby called.
She strolled into the living room as Bobby handed her, her coat.
"You kickin me out Bobby Mercer?" she asked blithely.
"I needa go out in buy food for dinner tonight. You comin?" Bobby asked her, helping her slide her coat on.
"Shoppin or dinna?" she asked turning back around to face him.
"Shoppin or dinna," he mocked, "I swear, it sounds like you never lived here. I meant are you comin to dinner, Brooklyn?" Bobby asked sweeping her long hair out from under her coat collar.
"I'll come to dinna, but why you kickin me out?" Krystal asked.
"Well cause I know you don't want to stay here to talk to Jack and well Angel is off limits remember?" Bobby chuckled as she flicked him on the forehead with her long manicured nail.
"Shut up, I'll be here," she said turning to open the front door.
"Good, put somethin sexy on," Bobby said staring down at her ass.
"Why?" she stopped to hear his reply.
"Cause you look like shit," Bobby said bluntly.
"Fucker," Krystal said as she swung the door in Bobby's face.
Later that day-
"Angel, Sofi, Jack! Come down and help me with these groceries," Bobby shouted from the kitchen's back door.
"Why you buy this much food man?" Angel asked him, placing the canned food on the counter.
"We're havin a guest over," Bobby said handing food to Jack.
"Don't tell me. You didn't invite Krystal over did you?" he asked sounding like someone had punched him in the stomach.
"Behave," Bobby said folding up the plastic bags.
"Bobby," Jack wined.
"Look she's an old friend," Bobby said cocking his head over to warn Jack.
"Fine, I'll just eat in my room," he said.
"No you'll eat down here, with your family," Bobby almost yelled, but was able kept his voice down.
"Wait," Angel chuckled, "You have a thing for her don't you?"
Jack glared at Bobby waiting for him to answer Angel's question.
He ignored them and said, "Get the plates and glasses. Help me set the table Jack."
After Bobby and Jack set the table and Sofi was done cooking the meal, Bobby called Krystal over. She only lived down the block so she was over there in two minutes.
"Hey red," Bobby said receiving the hug she gave him.
"Where's the food you promised me?" she asked joining the rest of them in the dining room.
They stood up and welcomed her, except for Jack. After joining hands and saying grace they dug in. Bobby sat at the head of the table with Krystal on one side and Jack on the other.
"So Bobby, I hear you're back playin hockey?" Krystal asked shoving her corn over her mashed potatoes.
He looked up and smiled, "Actually, I'm suspended."
"Oh, the Michigan Mauler strikes again huh?" she asked finally taking a bit of her food.
"Yeah, well you know how it is," he said winking at her, making her blush.
Bobby was the one who taught Krystal how to play hockey. She was only eleven, but twenty year old Bobby thought it was a good idea for her to play with other twenty year olds.
"When's the last time you played?" Bobby asked staring at Jack who had his head cast down like he was trying to move his peas with his mind.
"Well there ain't to many hockey fans back in Brooklyn, so I'd have to say the last time I played was wit you, two or three years ago?" she said, looking at Jack too.
"Really? Well Jack here has gotten a lot better. Maybe we could play a game."
"Jack?" Krystal asked, wondering if he had heard Bobby's question.
"What?" he asked stabbing the piece of ham in front of him.
"Wanna play a game of hockey after dinner?" Bobby asked him with stern eyes.
"What ever," he replied rolling his fork over his plate.
"Angel you in?" Krystal asked playfully, ignoring Sofi's jealous stares.
He dropped his fork loudly and said, "Two on two?"
"Yeah, me and Krystal, you and Jack," Bobby said wiping his mouth with his napkin.
Sofi nodded in approval and Angel said, "Let's go."
Ice Rink-
"Pass it!" Krystal yelled to Bobby as he was being manhandled by Angel.
"Come on Angel!" Sofi yelled from the sidelines.
Bobby managed to get the puck over to Krystal and she made a goal past Jack.
"Shit," Jack sighed as Angel yelled at him.
"Yay!" Krystal shouted as Bobby skated over to hug her.
"Dyke's are useful," Bobby yelled as he and Krystal spun in circles still in a hugging position.
"That's not fair, Jack's still injured!" Angel shouted from the other side of the rink.
Jack exited the rink and threw off his padding. Krystal exited the rink after Bobby and walked over to Jack.
"Good game," she snickered but in a nice way.
He untied his skates and walked over to Bobby's car ignoring her completely.
"He's just a sore loser," Bobby said motioning for her to sit down so he could help her get her skates off.
"I feel really bad," she said.
"Bout what? Kicking their asses? Come on Little Red, you never show mercy," Bobby said as she put on her boots.
"Promise me you won't remind him of all the bad things I did to him," she said grabbing his hand.
"If you don't want me to I won't," he said genuinely.
Krystal sat up front with Bobby and Jack, Angel, and Sofi crowed into the back of the car.
"Where to?" Bobby asked.
"Home, it's gettin late," Angel said squeezing Sofi's hand.
"Aye Papi," Sofi whispered, but loud enough that Krystal could hear her.
Krystal rolled her eyes and said, "I guess I should go home."
Mercer House-
Bobby parked in the front of the house and everyone got out.
"You gunna make me walk home?" Krystal asked punching Bobby in the arm.
"You live down the street, lazy ass. Come inside for a minute," he said locking his arm over hers.
Angel and Sofi headed upstairs quickly while Jack hung is coat up and plopped down on the chair to turn on the TV. He could hear Krystal and Bobby whispering behind him.
"Sit down," Bobby told her while he went into the kitchen to grab two beers, "Want one?" he asked her while she settled down on the couch.
"No, I don't drink anymore," she said as Bobby handed the extra beer to Jack.
Bobby was the one that had both Jack and Krystal drinking by the time they turned fifteen.
"You're such a bad role model, givin us underage kids a drink. You should be ashamed," Krystal laughed as Bobby sat right next to her.
He placed his hand on her left thigh and swung it over his lap, "You don't want any cause you don't know how to hold your liquor. Who knows how you'd act then."
She looked at where he had his hand. It was very high up on her thigh so she swung it back, "Obviously you don't know how to either."
He laughed it off but was a little bit annoyed. He figured she didn't want to do this in front of Jack.
Jack paid no attention to either one of them. He really didn't want Krystal coming over everyday especially since she spent so much time with Bobby.
"You still takin dance?" Bobby asked her sipping on his beer.
"I have to go sign up again. Last time I danced was like a year ago," she said staring at the back of Jack's head.
"Is that why your ass is so firm? Do lesbians like that?" Bobby laughed causing him to choke on his beer.
"That's what you get. And I'm not a lesbian!" she yelled while she hit his back to make him stop coughing.
Jack chuckled under his breath and changed the channel.
"Stop hittin me!" Bobby yelled at Krystal.
"I'm tryna help you, you ignorant bastard."
"Oh really?" Bobby said coughing even more now.
"Yeah," she said sitting on the back of the couch to hit Bobby properly.
"Now you're straddling my shoulder?" Bobby asked couching into his hand.
"Shut up and breathe," she said.
When he was done he put his hands backwards on her waist and lifted her over his head.
She shirked in shock as she now lay in his lap. He sat her up so that his forehead was touching hers. Jack only heard silence so he turned around to see what they were doing. Bobby and Krystal were a breath apart and Jack could hear her breathing loudly. Bobby had his hands on her upper back and Krystal had hers wrapper around his neck. Bobby slowly ran his hands down to her waist but before Jack could witness anymore, he bolted for the kitchen.
"Bobby," Krystal whispered, wanting to get out of this position.
"What?" he asked leaning in closer, his lips almost touching hers.
"I gotta go," she said jumping up quickly to her feet and then she slammed the front door behind her.
Jack was in the kitchen with his head down on the counter. He banged it twice before heading upstairs.
Ok, I'm so sorry. Ihave shifted this into a Bobby fanfic...but not to worry! It will become a Jack one in maybe two chapters. Please bare with me. I don't want to write more then 10 chapters on this one like I did my other one (Family) If your looking for a fluff piece this isn't trymy other one.