So here's the corrected version of chapter 2. erm yeah...here we meet the infamous Jack Kelly :D P.S. Don't flame, it's extremely dry here and I don't want to start a wildfire thanks!

Saturday morning dawned dark and stormy over our large house on the outskirts of Dallas. I was sleeping peacefully when suddenly a crushing weight jumped on me.

"Mumph" I mumbled into my comforter before setting up to see Spot grinning from his perch on my legs.

"What do you want?" I asked blearily.

"Dad says for you to get up."

"It's Saturday" I whined. "Why does he make us work on Saturdays?"

"Dad said to get up anyway."

"Whhhhhyyyyy?" I moaned.

"He said something about being short staffed."

"ARGH" I yelled flopping back onto my pillow. Just then Spot decided to get me out of bed by tickling me.

"Ah, Spot, Stop, ah!" I screamed while trying to stifle giggles.

"Nope" he replied smirking mischievously.

"Oh, I think I know how to make you stop," I said, a sly grin plastered across my face.

"You wouldn't," he said slowly backing away.

"Yeah, I would." I replied tickling him on the sides as well.

"Okay, okay truce?" he asked out of breath from laughing.

"For now," I replied panting, also from laughing.

"ANGELICA, SEAN, BRITTANY, GET READY I'M LEAVING IN 2O MINUTES!"

"I'll be down in a minute!" I yelled back, rolling my eyes. Spot saw this and laughed.

"See you there Angel." He called over his shoulder as he walked out of my room.

"Yeah" I said as I closed the door, took a quick shower, and dressed for work. I had a job at my dad's hotel as a concierge in the evenings and whenever he needed us, while Spot worked as the Valet and Spades was training for the position. I headed downstairs and had just enough time to grab a granola bar before my dad shooed Spot, Spades and I out the door.

It was a typical Saturday at the Hotel de Conlon, busyness punctuated with calm moments. At one of the less active times, Blink and I stood at the counter talking attempting to kill time before we got busy again. He knelt down to get something from under the counter as a man of about 22 walked up to the desk.

"Hello, welcome to the Hotel de Conlon, how may I help you today?" I asked slipping into my "polite" voice.

"Uh yeah, reservation for Jack Kelly?" he asked.

"Hold on a minute let me check." I said looking at the computer. Blink suddenly tried to stand up, but collided with the counter on his way up.

"OW!" he yelled.

"Are you okay?" I asked wide-eyed.

"I'd know that name and voice anywhere, how're you doing Jacky boy?" Blink said once he had stood up.

"Blink? Is that you?" the man standing at the counter asked.

"Yup, how're you?" Blink asked again. They continued with their conversation for a moment while I searched for the reservation.

"Here you are sir, room 2340," I said programming the keycard.

"Thanks" he replied.

"Hey Jacky boy, this is Angelica, but we call her Angel."

"Pleased to meet you Angel," He said looking intently at me.

"Angel, this is Jack Kelly."

"So he said," I replied not looking up from the computer.

"What are you doing here Jacky Boy?" Blink asked.

"Oh you know, just taking a break from the Stage. Thought I'd head out to Lone Star Park and catch some of the races," He replied.

"Oh, are you an actor?" I asked interested in him all of a sudden.

"Yeah, of sorts. Actor, dancer…it's all off Broadway."

"Interesting, I've always loved Broadway and New York City."

"Yeah, it's okay, just after a while ya gotta get away."

"Yeah, I grew up there."

"Really in NYC?"

"Brooklyn" At that moment Spot came walking up to the desk holding a pair of car keys in his hand.

"Here you are Angel, keys for a '06 Silver Grand Am, License number G42-KL1." He said and then leaned in closer and with a hushed tone said, "A small scratch on the passenger side door."

"WHAT!" Jack fumed, "You put a dent in my car?"

"I'm sure it was an accident Mr. Kelly."

"Yeah, it was, honest." Spot said reassuringly.

"Ya idiot!"

"Mr. Kelly," I said stepping out from behind the counter, "I suggest you think very carefully about what you're about to say."

"And why do you care so much about what happens to the valet?"

"Because the valet just happens to be my brother, and you mess with him, you mess with me."

"You think you can beat me?"

"No, I know I can."

"Oh you're a comedienne."

"I'd take her seriously if I was you," Spot said peeking out from behind me.

"Shut up you." Jack said lunging at Spot, who unwisely stepped out from behind me.

"Oh you're dead!" I said stopping him in mid-lunge and delivering a right hook directly to his left cheekbone. Jack stepped back stunned at the blow. I was raging mad at this point and tried lunging at him, only he stuck out his foot and I went flying through the air skidding on the marble tiles of the lobby. Quickly picking myself up off the floor, I attempted to lunge at him again but was stopped by a pair of strong hands grabbing me by my biceps before putting me in a chokehold.

"Acorn let him be." Media hissed in my ear.

"I'll let him be when he gets off my brother's back!" I said seething mad.

"What on God's Green Earth is going on here?" my dad asked walking up to where a small crowd had gathered.

"Mr. Conlon," Blink said from where he stood holding Jack back, "Spot accidentally scratched Mr. Kelly's car, who called him an idiot. Then Angel said that he should be careful and then her and Jacky Boy got into a fight until Media pulled her off of him just now."

"Angelica, is this true?"

"Yes sir," I said, Media still holding me back.

"I see; may I see you and Spot in my office please?"

"Yes sir" Spot and I said at the same time.

A half an hour later Spot and I emerged from my dad's office. He was grounded and had to pay for the damages to the car from his paycheck. I was without my car for a week, plus I had to go apologize for the damage that I had wreaked upon his face. We took the elevator up to the 23rd floor and walked silently to room 2340. Hesitantly, I knocked on the door. It opened a moment later to reveal Jack with a swollen eye.

"What did you come back to do more damage?" he asked.

"No, we came to apologize," I said through gritted teeth, nothing would have given me more pleasure than to beat his pretty boy face in at that moment.

"I'm sorry for putting a dent in your car Mr. Kelly. I'll pay to have it fixed," Spot said.

"And I'm sorry for pounding your face in," I said my teeth still clenched.

"Apologies accepted. Now get outta here before I call security on you," Jack said shooing us off.

"I wouldn't count on getting too much sympathy from them. You insulted the owner's son and got into a fight with his daughter," I said smugly as Spot and I headed downstairs leaving Jack dumbfounded.

Needless to say the car ride home was silent, Dad was still fuming over the fact that I had gotten into a fight and that Spot dented the car. I was fuming over the fact that Media pulled me off of Jack Kelly. Spades sat in the front seat looking out the window not wanting to invoke wrath. And Spot, he just sat there, looking like he'd swallowed a rock. I hated the silent treatment, I could handle yelling or anything, but the silent treatment. Especially when parents give you the pained, I'm-so-disappointed-in-you look.

We pulled into the driveway and as soon as the car hit park I bolted into the house and into my room. All I wanted was to get a hot shower eat and go to bed. I was just about to walk into the bathroom when someone knocked on my door.

"Who is it?" I growled, not in the mood to put up with my family members at the moment.

"It's me, Spot."

"Come in," I sighed. He opened the door and stood there for a second.

"Thanks Angel," he said.

"For what?"

"For sticking up for me like you did."

"Meh, what are big sisters for? Besides, no one calls you an idiot but me," I grinned and ruffled his hair much to his protestation.

"Ok, get out so I can get my shower," I said pushing him towards the door.

"Oh, by the way, mom said dinner was gonna be ready soon."

"Ok, now out I want a shower."

"I'm leaving," he said walking out the door and shutting it behind him.

I needed my shower to relax me. It had been a trying day and the hot water spewing out of the shower was too much to resist. A half an hour later I got out and got ready to go downstairs for dinner, which I was semi looking forward to, my dad was still mad at me so it would be an interesting meal to say the least.

I walked downstairs wet hair still dangling down my back and sat down at the dinner table. My dad was glaring at me from his seat at the head of the table, making me feel about a foot tall. I hadn't set out to get in a fight, it just so happened that the blooming idiot known as Jack Kelly had threatened my brother, and that is something that I don't take lightly, no matter how much Spot and I may not be getting along. I'm as loyal as the day is long, which means that you don't mess with my family. Dinner was silent as was the car ride home. We had finished and I was helping out with the dishes when I picked up a heavy skillet and a sudden sharp pain rushed through my right wrist.

"Ow," I winced almost dropping the skillet in my hand.

"What's wrong Angel?" Spades asked.

"I don't know, I picked up the skillet and suddenly it felt like someone was stabbing my wrist."

"It could've been from when you fell today," Spot said.

"Yeah, I was wondering about that."

"How bad was that fall?" Spades asked worriedly.

"I didn't think it was that bad; he tripped me, I've done worse to myself and nothing has happened."

"Don't forget, you also went sliding across the floor," Spot added.

"You really think that's what did it?"

"I'm just sayin maybe."

"Who knows," I said trying to keep the pressure off of it.

"It sounds like a mild sprain to me," Spades said.

"And how would you know what a mild sprain sounds like?" I asked.

"Well, you know how klutzy I can be, and it just so happens that I tripped once and gave myself a mild sprain."

"Oh" I said suddenly silenced.

"I'll get a bandage for it," Spades said running upstairs to her medicine cabinet.

"That's not necessary!" I yelled in a futile attempt to stop her, but she was already upstairs and in her bathroom before I could say anything. She came back with an ace bandage in her hands and immediately headed for me.

"Ow!" I protested when she grabbed my hand and yanked it toward her.

"Oh stop your whining. I swear sometimes you're worse than a 6 year old who has gone all day without a nap!" Spades reprimanded me.

"Oh, and you're little miss always perfectly behaved?" I asked sarcastically.

"Of course," she said grinning a Cheshire cat.

"Whatever!" Spot and I said in unison.

"I'm hurt you two!" she laughed.

"I'm sure you are," I yawned. "But it's late and we have to get up early tomorrow for church since Dad took my car away."

"Yeah, we should." Spades answered.

"Angelica may I talk to you for a moment?" my Dad asked, walking in the room.

"Yes sir," I answered giving a what-did-I-do-now look at Spades and Spot who just shrugged. I followed my Dad to his office where he promptly sat behind his large mahogany desk.

"Angelica, you've got to stop getting into fights."

"I didn't mean to, but he insulted Spot. Was I supposed to just stand there and let my brother get ripped to shreds?"

"By all means no, but there are better ways to handle situations like that other than beating our guests into a bloody pulp."

"Dad, look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing if you had been in my shoes."

"No I wouldn't have. Oy, what am I going to do with you? You need a man to tame you and your temper," He mumbled.

"Even if I wanted a man to tame my temper, I couldn't get one!" I yelled storming out of the room. I ran upstairs to my room, about ready to break down and bawl like a two-year old. I locked myself in my room, and cried, why did I have such a horrible temper? It was my curse, I had a tendency to fight, thus scaring every single guy I had ever liked away. However, fate would soon throw me into a romance and drama the likes of which the Conlon family had never seen; and we had seen a lot of drama!