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She's Got Grit And Fight
Brock POV:
After leaving work and getting stuck in rush hour traffic, I went home to my little blue house in Norfolk (Yea, I said screw it and bought it anyways. I mean when the realtor told me that it was a well sought after house and once I withdrew my bid it'd go like a hot potato to the next bidder, a young family, I knew I had to wave of Fury's advice and go thru with my bid on the house or else I'd never be able to have that house that I loved.) and worked out in my at-home-garage gym before going into my kitchen and heating up one of my prepped meals of grilled chicken, broccoli, and brown rice. Once the microwave dinged and signaled that my food was ready, I took my tuberware along with a bottle of water into the living room and plopped down on the couch. Usually I turned on CNN while eating dinner, but tonight I decided to call up Pops to share the good news about finally getting my soulmate bond.
One, two, three rings and then, "Brock, son, how's it going?"
"It's going good, Pops. I actually got my soulmate bond today." I answered while shoving a spoonful of brown rice into my mouth.
"Jesus Christ, she's a big young, don't you think?"
"She's 18 and perfectly legal, Pops. Don't make it sound dirty or some shit."
"I'm not making it sound dirty, but Jesus Christ you're 33 and she's 18-fucking-years old. How the hell did the universe pair you up with somebody so young?"
"I dunno, but I'm both happy and relieved to have Gem as my soulmate." I honestly remarked between eating my grilled chicken breast.
"Gem, her name's Gem?" Pops asked, seeming to take a sudden interest in my soulmate. The one he thought was too young only a minute or so ago.
"Yea. She's from the neighborhood too." I nodded, before eating some broccoli.
"Jesus…you're soulmate's Gem Rizzo-Schulze, Rocco's niece." He stated, not asked, before going on to tell me, "Hell, I've been trying to get that bastard to let her fight for the past 2-years, but he won't let her enter. Says he doesn't want her face to get fucked up; wants her to be pretty when she meets her soulmate."
"You know my soulmate?"
"Her uncle's Rocco Rizzo, the personal mechanic for Salieri." Oh, so her uncle was high up in the Salieri family. Being a personal mechanic was some serious shit. "He uses my gym to stay in shape and he's been bringing her in to teach her how to fight since she was 12-years-old. She's a small thing, but she sure does pack a bunch. Broke my best fighter's nose a couple years back when he made a lewd comment about her ass." Pop's told me with a sense of awe and impression in his tone. Of course, my soulmate broke the best fighter's nose in my Pops' gym for getting fresh. I wouldn't have it any other way. She's got grit and fight even tho she's so young.
"Stop trying to get her to fight. Her uncles right, I don't want anybody punching her in the face and fucking up her nose." I told my Pops in the tone I usually saved for work. It was my 'Commander' tone. Deep, cold, and unwavering.
"You gonna put in for some leave; come up and meet her?" Pops asked, a genuine curiousness laced in his words.
"No. I wish I could, but I can't." I sighed, leaning over and placing my empty tuberware container on my coffee table.
"Brock, son-" Pops began in a lecturing type tone only for me to roughly cut him off with, "Don't 'Brock, son' me, Pops. I'm a fucking triple SHIELDRA agent. My work's dangerous and if the wrong people got wind of my ties to Gem, well they wouldn't think twice about using her over my fucking head to get me to comply."
"Well, son, she's young so don't wait too long to see her. She's been dating some jerkoff that's rumored to be working at a chop-shop. Wouldn't want her stuck with him." Of course, that dick's working at a chop-shop.
"She's not going to be 'stuck' with the dick, Geno." I stated firmly and knowingly. "Don't worry, Pops. When the time's right I'll meet her. She knows this; she's fine with it too."
"If you say so, son…" Pops sighed. "I gotta go, my office phone's ringing and I think it's that fight promoter I've been trying to get in touch with for Jimmy."
"Bye, Pops. Sell the shit outta Jimmy to the promoter." I told my Pops before hanging up my phone and tossing it onto the coffee table. Well, that's that. He knows I'm not soulless now. He's also impressed by Gem's fighting, so this girl must be something special cause Pops don't let girls into his gym let alone beg to get them fights (Which is a losing battle since her uncle says no. I'm saying no now too, so…).
Gem POV:
My family was gathered around the dining room table, which was in the small space between the kitchen and the living room since the first-floor layout was open, eating dinner just like we did every night. The large pan of lasagna was in the middle of the table along with bread, salad, wine, and a bottle of pop (cause I wasn't legal yet to drink, boo…). Just like every night, we ate and talked as a loud family. Everyone butting in to say their peace. The next person always louder than the next.
After laughing at Gramps' story about how Baby-faced Bobby Ibiza marked the backs of all the ace and face cards down at the local Knights of Columbus club with his granddaughter's red nail polish so that he could cheat, the conversation was changed to my soulmate whenever Gramps turned to me and asked, "So, Tesoro, your soulmate's not an asshole, is he?"
"No, Gramps, he's not an asshole." I answered him, causing him to nod and take a sip of his red wine.
"He's older than her by 15-years. From the neighborhood, but works in DC and was a Navy SEAL once." My Nonna announced with her lips turned up in a sly smile.
"Hell…" Uncle Rocco muttered under his breath before downing his wine.
Aunt Connie shot Uncle Rocco an odd look while he refilled his wine glass. He shook his head at his wife and mouthed 'nothing' as he set the wine bottle back onto the table. My aunt nodded, accepting my uncle's answer.
It seemed to me that Uncle Rocco didn't approve of the May-December thing with me and Brock. I didn't want him to disapprove, so before I could think better of it, I blurted out, "Me and Brock's in a May-December soulmate bond cause I'm an old soul. It's just something that happened, but he's really nice and so far, I'm glad he's my soulmate."
"Hmm…" Uncle Rocco hummed, sipping on his wine once more. Setting his wineglass down, he told me, "I'm sure you and Brock'll work out, that is if he ever moves back from DC."
"He can't move back, Uncle Rocco. He has some important job; something that's a bit risky too since he doesn't want to put me in danger by meeting me just yet."
"As long as he's not a 'propaganda boy' he's fine with me, dangerous government job and all." Gramps said before stuffing his face with a large forkful of lasagna.
Uncle Rocco just shook his head and muttered, "Great…his government job's a security risk for you…"
"I heard that Uncle Rocco." I informed my uncle while stabbing at my salad a it roughly with my fork. "Brock says he won't met me until the risk is gone and I trust him. You need to trust me too on this."
"I trust you, Tesoro. I'm just a bit surprised is all." Uncle Rocco told me with a tight expression on his face while stabbing his fork a bit forcefully into his salad.
"I'm not." Gramps said, biting back a smirk as he ate his lasagna.
Waving a hand in the air, Nonna told everyone, "Hush, hush, you silly gooses. Finishing eating so I can wash up these damn dishes and watch my CBS Nightly News."
A Few Minutes Later…
After finishing my meal, I asked to be excused and when I was given permission, I grabbed my school books off of the foyer bench and went upstairs to my room. I placed my books on my desk and sat down. While turning on my laptop, which was on my desk, and opening up my book to a page I had a post-it note in as a makeshift marker, I struck up my bond with Brock by simply reaching out with the simply greeting of, "Hi."
"Hey, baby. You eat yet?" rock asked in response to my simple greeting.
He wanted to know if I ate? Um…I wasn't expecting that. "Yea. It was lasagna night."
"Homemade or that frozen shit?"
"Homemade, with both bechamel sauce and ricotta. I helped my Nonna and Aunt Connie make it." I informed him while clicking on my computer's start bar and scrolling down the list of programs.
"Ah, so you know how to make the good stuff." He replied in a wry and playful tone.
"Yea, I do." I smiled proudly even tho he couldn't see it. One day tho he'd see my proud smile.
"What kind was it? Meat or veggie?" He asked while I located the program I was looking for and clicked on it.
"Meat, but next time it's lasagna night Nonna'll make spinach. She always alternates." I explained to rock while the Powerpoint program opened up.
"Yea…" He trailed off, as if he didn't really know what to say. "Both are good." Both are good? So we're really talking about food right now? "Haven't had any in a while. I've been gluten, sugar, and dairy free for a while." What? He was on a special diet? Oh, Nonna and Aunt Connie won't like that.
I sensed that he was a bit tired, cause for some reason I felt tired too. So instead of asking him about his special diet I decided to ask him about how he was feeling. "Are you tired? If so, we can talk later." As an afterthought I threw in the quick rambling apology of, "I'm just doing my English group project and I'm not even sure why I bothered you. Sorry about that."
"I'm not too tired to talk to you and don't ever apologize for reaching out to me. You're not bothering me; I don't mind hearing you thru the bond."
"Really?" I asked, a bit surprised since Geno would be bitching up a storm if I bothered him when tired. He hated talking if he was tired; would hang up or not even answer too.
"Hey, I told you I went 15-years thinking I was soulless so I'm happy every time we use the bond. It's just a reminder that I'm not soulless, that my wait wasn't for nothing."
"Oh…" I nodded, playing with background colors for the PowerPoint I was starting for the group project (that was more me and less group doing it).
"So, baby, how'd you know I'm tired?" Brock asked, his tone both intrigued and curious, thru the bond.
"I can feel it thru the bond, I think. Like I'm kinda tired too, you know, but minutes ago I wasn't." I explained hoping that I didn't sound stupid. Hopefully he understands where I'm coming from and doesn't think I'm over exaggerating or something.
"Oh. Go figure." He said in a tone that implied he was shrugging.
"Yep." I said when suddenly 'So, bye, bye Miss American Pie. Drove My Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry' sounded off in my head. "What the hell? Why is Miss American Pie playing in my head for, Brock?"
"Uh, it's on a Chevy commercial I'm watching. I happen to like the song so…"
Putting two and two together, I concluded, "So, it's stuck in your head and now mine."
"Yep." Brock popped his tongue. I could smile his grin thru the bond as he told me,"Appears we have all the soulmate bond links, baby; not just one or two."
"Of course, we do." I chuckled, a large smile splitting open my face as minimized the PowerPoint and opened up the document I had label DGNotes.
"It's kismet, baby."
"Kismet?" I asked since I had no idea what that was.
"Destiney; fate." Was the two simple, but meaningful words he used to explain was kismet was.
"Oh." I simply said, scanning thru the page in my book so that I could add a few more bullets to my page and a half of notes.
"So, Dorian Gray, huh?"
"Yea, Dorian Gray." I nodded while starting to type my first bullet line of notes for the chapter I had marked in my book.
"You know there's a movie on that. Watching it might make your homework a bit easier."
"Are you telling me to cheat?"
"No, never…" He trailed off in fake innocence. "But is watching a movie based on a book really cheating? I mean wouldn't you watch the Harry Potter movies instead of reading the books if your teacher assigned them?" He asked me in a tone that portrayed he was playing devil's advocate.
"Damnit, that's a good point."
"Yea, well, I didn't become a Commander for lack of brains, baby."
"You're a Commander?" I asked, slightly taken aback that he had such a high rank at 33-years old. I thought that Commander positions didn't happen until somebody was much older cause they had to put like nearly half of their life into their career.
"Yea and that's all you're gonna know, so don't ask what I'm the Commander of." Brock seriously told me in a tone that didn't give way to any ifs, ands, or buts on the subject either. He wasn't going to budge and that was that.
"That's fine, Commander. You can keep your secrets as long as they're work related." I seriously told, typing up notes for my Dorian Gray project. Hmm, maybe I should just 'cheat' and rent that movie.
"Remind me why we're freezing our asses off at this stupid game for again?" Geno asked in a loud grumble, folding his arms over his chest while watching the football game with a deep scowl on his pretty face.
"It's homecoming." I told Geno matter-of-factly as he stewed next to me on the crowded bleacher of the local neighborhood sports field. "And it's not even that cold out."
"God, how much longer is this game?" He groaned, causing everyone around us to give us dirty looks.
"A few hours since it just started a few minutes ago."
"This is torture. Nothing's happening, the band sucks, and the cheerleaders are repeating the same cheer like a broken record." Geno complained a bit dramatically.
"Stop complaining and eat a nacho." I told him, knowing that if he didn't shut up then somebody was either A.) Tell him to shut the fuck up, B.) Punch him in the face, or C.) Do both.
"Nachos and football. I swear, Gemmie-Bear, you're such a bro-girl it's not even funny." Geno scoffed, shaking his head as I took a crunchy bite out of my extra cheesy nacho chip.
"Shut up and watch the game, Eugenio." I snapped, putting extra emphasis on his real name since I knew it'd make him cringe and snap him out of his funk.
"Don't call me that." Geno grumbled while snatching a nacho from the tray balanced on my lap.
Oh god, it's going to be a long night at this game…
*Halftime…*
The football team, minus the players that were on the homecoming court, were in the locker room while the homecoming court stood on the field all dressed up in their formalwear. Well, Tony V. and Joey H. weren't dressed up in suits, but that's cause they were the football players on the homecoming court. The principal, Father Paul, announced the couples that were up for nomination. As each couple walked down the makeshift aisle and under the floral arch to get to the principal, everyone clapped their hands politely. Everyone except for Geno that is. He was such a sore loser about all of this homecoming stuff.
"Next up on our homecoming court is Bobby Brenna and Angie Trudea." Father Paul announced, causing the couple to walk down the aisle, smiling and waving at the crowd in hopes that they'd be crowned king and queen.
Everyone clapped, except for Geno. Leaning into me, he hissed, "She still talking shit about your cousin?"
"Not really." I told my boyfriend while a feeling of melancholy overcame me. You see, Angie and me were neighbors and grew up together. We were friends until freshman year whenever one of my cousins was sent up to Rikers for a small stint. Angie's dad works at Rikers as a corrections officer, so he told his daughter some shit about my family and we've been at odds ever since.
After a few more couples were announced, the principal cleared his throat and opened up the envelope he had in his hand. Looking between the stands and the homecoming court, Father Paul announced the winners. "This year's homecoming king and queen are Bobby Brenna and Angie Trudea."
Everyone clapped and cheered as the couple (everyone on the homecoming court were soulmates so…) stepped away from the court in order to be crowned by the assistant principal. Geno just looked at the couple and scoffed, "This school must love uptight bitches whose daddy's a guard at Rikers. Hell, you would think people'd vote for one of the jocks and their soulmates instead of Angie."
"Angie's popular, Geno." I reminded my boyfriend in a sigh while watching Angie, decked out in a red slinky dress that I'd never be able to pull off with my too-slender figure, and her boyfriend/soulmate get crowned.
"Don't know why. Her daddy works at Rikers; that should make her unpopular."
"Well, looking like she could be a pinup model sure does help her popularity."
"Yea, you got a point there. She is one of the hottest girls in school even if she's a bitch whose daddy's a prison guard."
"Geno!" I exclaimed, feeling a bit offended that my boyfriend was calling my nemesis hot.
"What? It's true." He shrugged, acting as if he didn't do anything wrong.
Suddenly, my bond with Brock opened and I heard him ask, "Okay, what did the dick do to make you upset this time?"
"He called my nemesis hot. She just won homecoming queen and she's wearing this red dress that makes her look like a brunette Jessica Rabbit and he called her one of the hottest girls in school."
"Tell the dick to fuck off. Shit, saying that to you wasn't right."
"I know, but I kind of set it up for him to say that. He asked how could she be so popular cause she's a bitch and I told him that looking like a pinup model helps out her popularity. So, it's kinda my fault he called her hot."
"It's not your fault her called her hot. That's on him, not you. Now, why don't you just ditch the bastard and go find some friends to watch the rest of the game with."
"If I do that he'll just tag along. He doesn't like football so he's not going to just let me ditch him so that I can sit with some friends."
"You really should dump the dick."
"I know." I mentally sighed. I knew that Geno wasn't the one for me (obviously) but I didn't want to e one of those single girls during her senior year. School dances and events were no fun when you were single.
"Gem, the game's back on. You can stop doing that mental telepathic shit with your soulmate and watch the game again." Geno dryly told me while the second half kickoff just took place.
"I gotta go, halftime's over." I told Brock, wanting him to know that I was going to try to enjoy the football game.
"Okay. Enjoy your game, baby." He told me before the bond fizzled out and a quietness filled my head once more.
Looking at my boyfriend, I assured him, "I'm watching the game, Geno."
"You better be. I didn't waste $10 on tickets for you to be staring off into space and talking to your soulmate inside of your head." Geno grumbled under his breath while the teams lined up.
"You cheap motherfucker. Couldn't even get my grandbaby a corsage." Gramps grumbled from his easy chair while me and Geno stood by the stairs, getting our pictures taken by Aunt Connie. She said that the white stairwell contrasted beautifully with my black cocktail dress and his black suit, so that's why we were using the stairwell as a backdrop instead of the entranceway.
"Corsages are for prom, Mr. Rizzo." Geno told my Gramps, his head snapping sideways, while we were supposed to be posing for pictures.
"Bullshit, corsages are for school dances period. Everyone knows that." Gramps barked back at Geno, causing my date to roll his eyes and let out a tiny huff.
"My Dominick's right." Nonna patted her husband's knee from her spot on the couch (which was right by his chair.) Giving Geno a look only a pissed off Italian grandma can pull off, she told my boyfriend, "You should've gotten Gem a corsage, you cheap fucking tightwad."
"It's a good thing Rocco's working tonight otherwise I doubt he'd be letting you take her out since you didn't bring Gem a corsage." Aunt Connie remarked matter-of-factly while snapping pictures of us with her Nikon. She got it last Christmas (it fell off of a truck; Mr. Salieri hooked my uncle up with it since he was his personal mechanic).
"It's homecoming. She doesn't need a corsage." Geno told my family thru gritted teeth. I could tell that he was about to lose his shit. Great, this night's already going down the toilet and I haven't even left the house yet.
"You're a jagoff. I bet her soulmate would buy her flowers." Nonna peeped up, adding her 2 cents in.
"Of course, he would, he's in his 30's." Geno scoffed, rolling his eyes while my aunt finished taking our pictures.
"I think it's time for you to get going before I pull out my beretta and use it on you, Geno." Gramps told my boyfriend in a low, deep, and dead serious tone while giving him a pretty hard and slightly crazy look.
"Gramps…" I gritted out, giving my grandpa a look that portrayed that his remark wasn't funny. Gramps just smirked, showing no shame over his remark.
"Have a nice night at the dance. Don't do anything that'll knock her up." My Aunt Connie told us in a saccharine tone while we walked over to the front door.
I felt so embarrassed by my aunt's blunt remark. I know she was trying to scare Geno away, but after 2-years you'd think she'd stop trying to make him cut and run.
"Don't worry, she won't come home knocked up. We'd actually have to be fucking for that to happen." Geno told my family in a 'fuck you' type tone before wrenching the door open and shoving me out of it. "I swear, your family hates me. Now they're throwing what your soulmate would do about fucking flowers. That's complete bullshit." Geno ranted, his voice grumbling, as he dragged me down the steps and over to his car that was parked in the driveway right behind my Aunt's Cadillac.
"My family never liked you so stop grumbling." I barked at Geno while slinging his car door open and getting into the passenger's side.
"Be careful with my door, she's old." Geno told me, opening up his door with a practiced ease, while I slammed my door shut. "Damn, Gemmie-Bear, ain't you in a mood." He snarked, sitting down in the driver's seat and shutting his door. "I hope you lighten up or else I just wasted $70 on homecoming tickets." My boyfriend, who looked like a young Hollywood star from those old movies my Nonna makes me watch with her on TCM, snipped was he cranked on his car, flung an arm around the back of my seat, and backed out of the driveway.
"I'll be fine once we get to the school dance." I assured Geno even tho my mind even tho I was annoyed and my mind was drifting off to thoughts about Brock. I couldn't help, but to wonder, how Brock would treat me in a formal setting.
Suddenly, Brock's voice popped into my head with, "Don't let that dick ruin your dance for you, baby."
"You can feel that I'm annoyed, huh?" I asked even tho I already knew what his answer would be.
"Yea." Brock confirmed what I already knew. "Just don't let Geno get to you tonight. Have fun, okay."
"Okay."
*A Couple Hours Later*
The dance was in full swing and, despite the rocky start before it with Geno, I was having fun. I was dancing with Geno and with my friends, Tiffany and Izzy, when I wasn't with my boyfriend. Dancing was fun; I liked to dance. Gramps said that I got that from my Nonna cause he had two left feet; so did all his children (my late mother included).
Currently, we were all sitting down at a table sipping on some punch. The punch was more or less a mixture of Sprite, cranberry juice, and pink lemonade. It wasn't that bad, but it wasn't that good either. The table was decorated with an emerald green cloth and a green balloon with netting around it that attached to a small green basket to give off the illusion of a hot air balloon since the theme of the dance was Wizard of Oz.
Yea. So, half of the room was green to emulate the Emerald City (that was the sitting area) while the picture area had the yellow brick road leading to a cardboard backdrop of the emerald city in the distance of the yellow brick road. I got a picture alone since Geno thought it was stupid and refused to take the picture with me. (Whatever…) The DJ's booth was decorated like a house and had witch's legs (complete with red ruby slippers on their feet) poking out from underneath it; looking like Dorothy's house had crushed the Wicked Witch. Oh, and pastel colored balloons floated in the air to give off a candy and Munchkin Land feel (I guess that's the feel the dance committee was going for).
Anyways, me, Geno, and my friends were taking a break from dancing; just minding our own and sipping on punch whenever Angie, dressed in her slinky red Jessica Rabbit dress, and some of her mean girls came up to our table. "Aw, I see the baby mobsters have their own table." Angie snickered, causing her friends to just giggle and snort in a way to support her nasty remark. Giving me an evil smirk, she asked in fake sweetness, "Gem, is your cousin behaving or has he broken parole yet? My dad says that he'll be locked up again within half a year."
"You know, you're awfully brave to be talking shit about my cousin. You know he paints houses now, right?" I countered the head popular mean girl, giving her a deadly glare.
"Oh, so he's gotten a real job now?" Angie asked, causing my friends and my boyfriend to laugh and chuckle at her naiveness since painting houses was code for doing freelance hits.
"You could say that." I coolly remarked, taking a long sip from my punch before setting my glass down. "But not everyone can be a prison guard, like your daddy."
"I'm surprised he hasn't gotten shanked yet. Rikers is a pretty rough place to work at." Izzy matter-of-factly in a tone that was a bit hard and edgy as she tapped her heeled foot on the ground.
Angie tilted her head at Izzy before making the hurtful remark of, "Izzy, just cause your dad got shanked like 4-or-5 times at Rikers doesn't mean that my daddy, who's a guard, should be getting shanked."
Geno narrowed his deep brown eyes at Angie and asked her in a low snap, "Why're you such a mean bitch?"
"She's not a mean bitch, she's just being truthful." One of Angie's mean girls (I think her name was Mary) told Geno in defense of her heartless and popular leader.
"Damn, I heard that the truth hurts, but come on don't be such a hateful, evil, cold hearted bitch, Angelina." I told my nemesis since I've had enough of her bullshit for one night. "Just go back to where you came from." I ordered while waving my hand in the air in a 'shoo shoo' gesture.
"Too bad you can't go back to where you belong. Between a dead mom and a dad that don't want you, I'm sure it'll be hard to ever step foot back in Cleveland."
Gasps and sharp intakes of breath echoed out into the air. The girls flanking Angie wore wide-eyes looks; even they were shocked by the words that came out of their bitch of a leader's venomous mouth. Nobody said a word, but everyone's eyes were darting between me and Angie. Her worse were like a sudden slap across the face. They stung and hurt.
Before I could even think better of it, I lunged across the emerald table like a mad woman and tackled Angie to the ground. All while screaming like a wild animal. It was all like that scene from A Christmas Story where Ralphie's sitting on the bully and punching his face in while cursing at him. Yea, in this scenario I was Ralphie while Angie was the bully getting their face punched over and over again. I was screaming curses at the top of my lungs while colliding my fist into Angie's nose; sending blood spraying everywhere.
"Miss Rizzo-Schulze! Stop this at once!" I heard the principal demand before I was being pulled off of Angie, who was crying so bad that her mascara was running. Between the runny mascara and her bloody nose, she looked like a rabid raccoon.
"Angie started it. She made a off-handed comment about Gem's dead mom." Geno's voice sounded out from behind me. Oh, so he was the one that dragged me off of Angie.
"I don't condone this behavior." The principal said. "Since this is homecoming and I don't want to ruin it for the rest of the student body. Both of you," The principal looked between me and Angie, who had been helped up by her startled friends, before continuing in a stern tone, "Miss Trudea and Miss Rizzo-Schulze are kicked out of the dance."
"But that's not fair! I'm homecoming queen!" Angie whined at the top of her lungs while Geno lead me away from the table.
"What happened? You're upset and your hands are sore." Brock asked thru our soulmate bond while Geno was leading me thru the crowded gym and out into the lobby, the was decorated with all kids of Wizard of Oz themed shit.
"I got kicked out of homecoming for pounding Jessica Rabbit's face in A Christmas Story Ralphie style cause she said something hurtful about my late mom and my deadbeat dad." I honestly told Brock while Geno lead me out of the gym lobby and into the hallway.
"I hope you busted her face up good, baby. If you're getting kicked out of homecoming, make sure it's worth it." Brock told me while me and Geno walked down a hallway covered with different homemade Homecoming Court campaign posters. When I saw the one for Angie and Bobby, I saw red. Oh my god, how I hated that bitch right now. How could she stoop so low to say what she did to me?
"Oh, believe me, it was worth it. She looks like a rabid raccoon right now with runny tear tracked mascara and a broken bloody nose."
"Oh, well isn't she a pretty sight then?" Brock sarcastically chuckled. "But stay away from her for now on. You don't want to get expelled for fighting cause she egged you on." My soulmate told me in a serious tone while me and Geno turned down the hallway that's take us to the entrance doors of the school.
"I know; I'll stay away from her." I mentally sighed, causing Brock to just chuckle at me.
"You want to get something to eat or just go home?" Geno asked as we reached the doors to the school; snapping me out of my mental telepathic conversation with Brock.
"Let's get some pizza at Lenny's." I told Geno as we walked out of the school and into the cool, crisp, mid-October fall air.
"Sure." Geno nodded, leading me down the steps and away from Bishop Kearney.
With the prospect of pizza and the fact that my soulmate seemed to approve of me beating Angie's face in, my night wasn't too bad. It sure as hell wasn't a tradition homecoming, that's for sure. But I guess traditional homecomings are overrated anyways.
AN:
I hope you guys liked this chapter. It was a fun one to write, that's for sure. Anyways, in the next chapter we have a tiny time jump (a couple of weeks) and Gem's going to *almost* get into trouble because of Geno. Oh, and Brock's going to have a heart to heart with Gem about her life choices too.