Blinded By Love (On Hold)

Chapter 1

Blinded by love: ch 1

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Judge whitman's old grey eyes glared at me with irritation I guess you would be too if you've see the same person in your court far to many times. But what can I say I can't stay out of trouble long enough to save my life. I like to think of it as a god givin talent. I returned his glare with one of my bored stares. After an amusing staring contest he cleared his troat.

"Chase Marks, I am tired of seeing you in my court, every time I come in this room your sitting in that chair. We might as well engrave your name on it." he rubbed his eyes with is thumb and index finger beneath his glasses. I smirked at that

"well your hounor, I personaly think you should put ladys man instead of chase, I like to keep my Identity a secret. You know keep them guessing" I said.

"Well if you wanted to keep it a secret your doing a terrible job with all the law braking you do" He took a deep breath. " what happened this time" he said with a heavy sigh.

"your asking me? Well, for starters I-" I was cut of by a pull to my arm, Forcing me in my seat. I snapped my head to my right to see my tight lipped lawyer.

"no he was asking you! Now sit down and shut up!" He whispered harshly. For those of you who are wondering why my lawyers being a jack ass. Well thats because...wait for it... dramatic drum roll please... He's my father. Yep you weren't excpecting that now were you? Yeah, dear old dad is my lawyer, and I love it!! (*note sarcasm*)  

I slouched back in my chair as I watched the bailiff hand over my file to old man whitman. I snickered when his face twisted from annoyance to shock. His head turned towards me in disbeleif.

"Please tell me I'm reading someone elses file." He directed it at me.

"Well does it have my name on it?" I asked knowing my signiture smirk was plastered on my face; just for his annoyance. Rolling his eyes, he threw the folder on his desk.

"What in the sam hell were you thinking; stealling a police cruser?!" He shouted, I guess he was loosing his pacience.

"A joy ride?" I responded with a careless shrug. His flat expression made me smile.

"And on top of that you were attempting to steal a bottle of alcohol."

"well I was getting arrested anyway might as well have gone all out" I heard a few snickers from the spectators behind me. They were enjoying the show.

"chase if you don't shut your mouth I swear to all that is good in this world" my father threatened. I rolled my eyes at him. He's just mad that I'm making it look like he's a bad parent. I didn't ask him to defend me. I kept quiet just cuz I didn't want to hear it when I go home, well thats if I go home today.

My attention was drawn to the judge as he let out a exsasperaded sigh.

"Chase Marks" I looked up at the judge as I awaited my fate. "I have given you countless warnings, I've even given you community service but you still do these frivolous antics. Your lack of seriousness is starting to grate my nerves and since you seem to not care about my constant warnings I'm going to give you just what you want." I raised an eyebrow, oh this is going to be good. "I'm sentencing you to three years and since your turning eighteen in a week you'll be going to the state penitentiary instead of juvenile hall" he started to pick up his gavel when my father quickly stood.

"Your hounor! Before we send him to a penitentiary wont you consider giving him another chance?" Old man whitman raised a bushy brow at him in disbeleif as did I.

"Mr. Marks I understand this boy is your son but he has shot down every warning I throw in his path. He's a repeat offender, he's be in and out of jail and theirs nothing I can do but give him his just reward for his delinquent behavior." He argued.