Jake's body was blurring from shaking so much. If he gets any angrier, he will phase inside my car.
"Jake! If you phase inside my car I'll neuter you!" I threatened, my voice as cold as ice.
His shaking stopped until he was barely vibrating.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked brokenly.
I sighed, letting my fingers dropped from the cool metal under my chair before placing it back on the wheel. My eyes trained on the black pavement in front of me as I replied, "I didn't want you or the rest of the pack to think of me any differently. I swear I would have told you if I wasn't so scared of what people would think."
He sighed, "Will you tell me about your kid? I might not like it but it's still part of my family."
I smiled and started telling him about my daughter, "Well, she's a girl not an 'it' and I had her when I was 14. . . so she's like four now. Her full name is Avril Kapri Kingston. She has DK's blue eyes and his hair, but she acts a lot like me. Has a little attitude problem, but the crew adores her. She's treated like a princess. That's really everything."
He nodded and said softly, ignoring the three passengers in the back, "She sounds wonderful, besides the looking like DK part." he said the last part teasingly.
I laughed and we continued towards Miami peacefully.
We arrived at the my crew's warehouse/hangout type place a few days later.
"Watch this," i smirked.
I pulled my gun from its hide out and pulled the barrel back, placing a little kiss towards the shaft. Rolling down my window, I lazily drew my arm into Miami's hot sun and pulled the trigger. The bang echoed through the empty, barren streets.
And then there was silence.
"What are we waiting for?" Leah snapped.
"Patience is a virtue, Leah," I murmured, my eyes squinting at the garage door.
A few seconds later it opened, revealing Jeremy strolling down the steps in his black silk boxers holding his gun upside down, barrel hole pointed towards pavement as he sauntered closer.
"B! That was sooo not funny!" he whined.
I rolled my eyes, getting out of the car - pointedly ignoring Jacob's warning growl- and hugged him saying, "Can we go inside? My car is not going to sit outside in the heat all day."
He nodded, pressing a button on a small remote controller in his gun-free hand, nodding that he would park the car in the warehouse.
I smiled and turned to the pack, gesturing with my hand as I told them to follow me. I led them to the place where the crew kept their cars; Jeremy was sitting on his hood, fully dressed, texting someone.
Me, being the delightful and easily pissed off person I am, sat on my hood to my newly parked car and texted him.
'Stop texting and stuff or I'll hurt you!'
(I was in a very good mood. Can't you tell?)
He looked at me and gulped. I smiled innocently at him just as I heard the squeal of tires.
The pack looked towards the sound just as I stood, my gun clutched in my hand, hidden behind my back.
Jessica came first in her blue car. Then came Ember in her black and grey car. Lastly, Justin came with his red car. They all hugged me, or in Jessica's case - slapped me and then kissed my cheek. I was happy, doing the intro's, until I saw a fourth car. It was blue and faded to black in the back. I knew this car, it was DK's. Crap.
God's just laughing it up, up there, isn't he?