Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{35}

Brendon sat in the drivers seat. His elbow resting on the side of the door. Left pointer finger pressed against his lips. His jaw clenching every time he bit into his gum. Sunglasses covered those honey brown eyes. I sat in the passenger seat, my head resting against the seat, my eyes peering out the window. My hand raised up a little, turning the radio up to drown out Alexandra and Nicolette arguing, "dude, that shirt is mine!"

"You gave it to me forever ago! Why the fuck does it matter now?!" Nicolette shot back.

Brendon furrowed his eyebrows and leaned over and whispered, "the fuck, Jj?"

I leaned toward him and whispered back, "what do I know? It's about a fucking t-shirt."

"why did you invite them anyways?" he whispered, again.

"I don't know, I thought it'd be fun." I whispered, shrugging at him.

I turned around and Alex was grabbing Nicolette's hair. My eyes widened and my hands grabbed at them, "no, no, no, no, no! Get the hell off of her, Alex!"

"She fuckin' hit me first!" Alex yelled and tried pulling her hair more.

The more force I had, the more Alex gripped onto her hair. The three of us were arguing at this point. And then the car stopped abruptly. All of us jerking forward, "enough girls!"

Each of us took our hands away from each other. Scared of Brendon raising his voice. I sunk into the seat and cleared my throat, looking out the window, "isn't it so tiring to argue with everyone, Alex and Jj?"

I turned my head quickly and hit his arm, "I do not argue with everyone. You're wro-"

"See what you're doing?"

I scoffed and crossed my arms. I kept my mouth shut and he raised an eyebrow. He moved back into his normal position and started driving again, "Us Jackson's are pretty clear that we don't take shit from anyone." Alex said.

"Ya just did, Q-tip," he began, "Jj isn't a Jackson anymore."

"She will always be a Jackson. Ugh, it feels like she was just here yesterday."

I chuckled a little, but composed myself when Brendon glanced at me, then I was more serious, "i'm not dead."

"Well when i'm around you—I feel like i'm at a fucking funeral."

I gasped and turned around my seat. I slapped her arm and she did back—then grabbing my hair and I yelled. This time, Brendon blared the horn and I tossed myself back, gasping in fear, "you're an ass, Brendon."

"Stop the arguing."

I raised my eyebrow and turned back around, facing away from Alex. I crossed my arms in the passenger seat, staring out the window. Everybody was quiet. Alex and Nicolette dropped their argument, Alex and I dropped our argument. The only thing I was waiting for was Nicolette to say something so stupid that it would cause Brendon and I to argue with her. I grabbed my water and opened it, "oh wow, your first time drinking water without meds, so proud of you, Joanne." Nicolette uttered.

Brendon quickly pulled the car over but before he did I stared at my water, then to Alex. She nodded her head and I smirked evilly. My hand cocked back and I splashed the water onto her face. Alex patted my back secretly, "that's real fucked up, Nicolette."

"Well I mean look at her," she began, "she's a mess."

I raised an eyebrow and Brendon nodded his head, giving me the green light. I took my seatbelt off and lunged at Nicolette, grabbing her hair, pulling her, slapping her. I even bit her arm. I heard Brendon having the time of his life. He quickly grabbed at my waist and pulled me away from Nicolette. He kept his arms in front of me and I waved a clump of Nicolette's hair in front of her, "yeah, how's that bald spot, fucker!"