Chapter 6-The Deadly Laugh of Sewing the Sexy

Jace didn't sleep at all that night. Instead he read all of the writing done by other prisoners on the wall. Some people were really angry because most of them were in caved. Warren was snoring really loudly, he was lying on the floor drooling and twitching. That made Jace really disgusted. Oh and have you met Sylvester?

"AHHHH RAT RAT RAT RAT!!!!" Jace screamed like a little girl and curled up against the corner. Warren woke up.

"What!! Are they letting us free?" He asked startled

"No, RAT!" Jace yelled. Warren got up and picked Sylvester up. "Hey Sylvester, nice to see you. Sorry little Miss. Beautiful over there wants you to leave." He said and placed the rat outside of the jail cell. "Now, if you ever wake me up I will rip your hair out with my teeth." Warren said and lay back down and started snoring. Jace lied down too, that is until a spider started to crawl on his nose.

"AHHHH!!!! SIPIDER!!!"

After the spider attack Jace actually fell asleep. When he woke up the body guard came in.

"Ok Mr. Bobby Its time to go." The officer said. Jace stood up

"Can I eat first?"

"No"

"Change my clothes?"

"No"

"Bathe?"

"No you go as you are, now come on we have to go to court." The body guard, Brutus, opened the cell door and handcuffed Jace.

"Hey didn't you have hair yesterday?" Warren asked to Jace. Jace's eyes opened really wide and he reached for his hair. Then remembered he was handcuffed.

"Hey Brutus do I still have hair?" Jace asked

"Yea now let's go." Brutus said and Warren started laughing so hart that he died. Literally.

The ride to the court house was quick because Jace was too tired to suck up to the driver. He was thinking about what Clary had told him yesterday. The plan. When they arrived at the court house Jace saw Mrs. Robinson talking to an older lady Jace guessed was her lawyer. And Simon was sitting on a `bench. He gave Jace a crabby look, Jace just smiled and walked over to his chair.

"Hello Mrs. Robinson. Nice to see you so cleaned up. How's Jimmy?" Jace asked. Mrs. Robinson didn't answer. She just kept on talking to the lady. Then a rather large man with a black beard walked in "Good morning, my name is Judge Arthur, and I really don't feel like being here today so this case better be good. Let me see here Mrs. Anne Robinson is sewing Mr. Ricky Bobby for running over her son in his motorcycle or as you say "death machine." You say that your son Jimmy is only hurt but has a broken pinky finger?"

"Yes your honor that is correct." Mrs. Robinson said.

"Ok, Mr. Bobby, tell us your side of the story."

"Ahem, well it was a normal morning for me. I woke up admired myself, ate breakfast, and admired myself. Then, I wanted to go out for a FUN ride on my motorcycle to make other people jealous, because that's what I do your honor. Well, when I passed the Chinese massage place I saw my acquaintance and only acquaintance Simon." He pointed to Simon. "I waved kindly as a good acquaintance would do and all of a sudden I herd a smack, a scream, and a little crunch, that I'm guessing was his pinky." Jace said truthfully. Judge Arthur turned to Mrs. Robinson.

"Is this true ma'am?"

"Yes, your honor, but you see this; boy doesn't even have his license." She said defensively

"I was driving for FUN her son wasn't on the crosswalk and as I recall I saw the mother not paying any attention to poor little Jimmy. He was so helpless and he was wondering everywhere."

"Mr. Bobby you do realize that there is no way you are going to win this? You are what 25? And don't have your license." Judge Arthur said.

"No, your honor I'm 17 and I cannot stay in that JAIL!" Jace started to raise his voice. "There are bugs, rats, bad words on the wall. My Jail buddy has one eye and one hand and ALMOST BIT MY HAIR OFF!! I have no deodorant the showers are always cold, the body guard's name is Brutus and he always tempts me with donuts, my sister hates me, my gay best friend loves me, and for some odd reason I hypnotize people with my ABS! Now Judge Arthur you have to let me go, I have an appointment today. Please." Jace whined. The Judge, Mrs. Robinson, her lawyer, and Simon just kind of stared at him. Then Judge Arthur spoke.

"You know what, I'm going to go take a break, and I'm also going to call Dr. Mocha. They say he is the best therapist in New York." He said and left. Jace ran over to Simon. "What time is it?"

"2:40" Simon said.

"Shoot! I have to meet Clary at Dr. Mocha's office at three! I have no choice. I have to take off my shirt." Jace said seriously

"What? Why would you take off your shirt?"

"Shh, I'm thinking." Jace said putting his hand on Simon's mouth. Simon ripped it off.

"Eww, you smell awful! Look, dude I have to be over at Rigby's to rehears for my band's concert tonight. So hurry up and do what you have to do." Simon said. Right then Judge Arthur came back in.

"Ok well, see you later and tell Mrs. Robinson that I'm real sorry" Jace winked at Simon. Simon looked confused but he nodded and looked at the Judge.

"Ok, now where were we?" Judge Arthur asked sitting gracefully back down in his rolling chair.

"Your honor, I think we were at the part when you were going to tell me to pay her the sewing price, and send me back to jail for 25 years." Jace pointed out.

"Ah yes, that's right, thank you Mr. Bobby."

"I don't think that you want to do that." Jace said and stepped out of his podium, everyone looked at him. Jace started to unbutton his shirt.

"Mr. Bobby, could you please go back into the podium, we are not done yet."

"I think we are Mr. Arthur." Jace said and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. At that time the world went blank. Judge Arthur was staring and drooling.

"What's going on?!" Mrs. Robinson yelled. For some reason she wasn't being hypnotized. "Judge Arthur say something!" She screamed, even her lawyer looked confused, she wasn't hypnotized either. Simon was staring also, he was hypnotized.

"Sorry Anne, but I had to do it. For me and my sister. Now if you will excuse me Simon, Arth this is the day that you ALMOST sewed sexy Jace Wayland. Now good day." He said and ran out the door not even thinking about buttoning back up his shirt. While he was running down the side walk everyone was looking. Everyone but the woman. "Well that's weird. Only the Dude's are staring at me. Oh man this is too freaky." Jace thought and then he saw the sign that said "Dr. Mocha the best therapist in town." When he entered there was a young lady sitting at the front desk.

"Hi lady, hey umm I have an appointment for Dr. Mocha at 3 my sister is in there right now I think. Could I go in?" Jace asked

"Umm, sir I don't think you can do tha-"

"Thanks you're awesome!" Jace said and kissed the lady on hand. He raced down the hall and went into the room that said Therapy lessons. Then randomly there was a huge scream. Wrong room.

"Is this what you're looking for?" the same girl at the desk pointed to a door. Jace nodded

"Thanks" He said "I like you" He winked at her. She smiled. When Jace ran into the room Clary was sitting in a chair across from a Mexican man maybe 50 or so. "I'm here!" Jace said and sat down next to Clary who had to hold her nose at his smell. "Ok let's fix me!" he looked up at Dr. Mocha but he was hypnotized.

"Oh button that up!" Clary said leaning forward and yanking Jace's shirt shut. The world went back to normal and Dr. Mocha woke up and looked rather confuzled. Clary sighed and slouched down back in the leather seat. Jace looked at her, shrugged and smiled.