Snippet #2360078

Ace smirked as he took another bite of his cookie. "Me? Nothing," He lied. "I guess Jack saw Jefferson for what he really was." He took another bite, admiring Carol's good skill in cooking. "So, how about that dance?" He joked. It was silly to go back to the huge party, even though it was still wild and chaotic over there. He knew Stephanie had to be to bed by a certain time.


Jefferson sat on the porch with his head in his hands. He grunted as he thought about what could possibly be happening to him. "GAH!" He yelled, annoyed with the fact that Ace, his ex bestfriend, was in his girl's house, possibly talking it up with her. But he knew Stephanie enough that she wouldn't diss him like that. He rarely trusted anyone, and Stephanie became an accept-ion. Guess he needed someone to trust, after the crazy and deadly life he lived before he stepped foot on this farm. Where would he go? He can't go back to the city, can he? Scar and them would be waiting for his return. They probably caught on to the fact that he ran away from the gang, scared to abide by the gun at such a early age..Who would he call to take him in by tomorrow morning?
He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, and starred at the pretty number's that were written across from it. Nicki! He thought, as he yanked out his phone.