Cat calls are, officially, racist. (Complete)

Way to go, seems like you're really good at getting me in trouble

This is how I picture Zane Stone looking like.

Chapter 3

“Screw the damn Police!” I scream after kicking the door open.

            I walk into the living room and plop down on the sofa beside Jesse. Jesse glances up at me with an eye brow raised. “What the hell’s up your ass?”

“I got chased by Policemen and they almost made me crash my bike, again!” I groan, throwing my helmet on the floor beside me.

“You still have your bike, right?” Jesse asks, his full attention back on the football game. I never understood football. To me, it looks like a bunch of sweaty guys tackling each other for a brown ball, I don’t see what’s so exciting about it.

“Yes I still have my bike. You didn’t think I’d let them catch me, did you?” I laugh and play around with the keys in between my fingers.

“I guess you’re right. You don’t even have a licence plate on the thing—YES!” Jesse jumps up, screaming, as the sweaty guy in the blue jersey passes some line at the end of the field.

“I do! I just remove it when I’m not at school. Hey, don’t give me that look. First of all, I’m not the one screaming after sweaty guys on T.V and secondly I’ve never been on to follow the rules.” I point out.

“What are you—? Oh, the touchdown.” He mumbles.

And how does that change anything?

“You know, for a girl who lives with only guys, you know nothing about guy stuff.” Jesse says laughing.

“Thank god I have the twins and Meredith to keep me sane.” I mumble under my breath. It didn’t stop Jesse from hearing me, obviously.

“Red.” He warns me.

“Whatever. It’s eleven and I’m going to bed.” I say, grabbing my helmet and standing up. “Oh, and before I forget, don’t take an hour to get ready tomorrow, or else I’m going to tie you to a leash and drag you to school with my bike.” I smile sweetly while Jesse gives me a look of pure horror. I smile innocently and wave at him. “Sweet dreams, Parker.”

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Much to my disappointment, Jesse gets ready half an hour earlier than the day before.

I sit on the kitchen table, happily munching on my carrot muffin with my helmet beside me, school bag on the floor, phone and keys in my leather jackets pocket. I’d screwed on the licence plate a few minutes ago so now I’m patiently waiting for Jesse.

“Red, you’re wearing pants again? And skinny jeans?” Jesse says all shocked. It’s obvious he’s mocking me. That ass.

I give him a pointed look and I throw him my school bag. “You’re giving that a ride to school today.” I tell him, hopping off the table and throwing the wrapper to my finished muffin away.

“Why the hell would I give a ride to your bag?” Jesse says, holding my bag away from him as if it has the plague.

I glare at him. “I still have that leash you know.” I say with a serious face, because really, I’m dead serious.

“Okay fine. I’ll take your bag to school for you.” He glares at me. “Lazy ass.”

“You try riding on a motorcycle with three books in there that could easily knock you out.” I say pointing towards my bag in his hands.

“At least I your bag won’t piss me off with its squeaky voice.” Jesse mumbles.

“Hm.” I mutter crossly. I do not have a squeaky voice