The Badass Babe (On hold)

The Badass Babe - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Jack

Being a teenager is hard. Being a teenager guy is hard. Being a teenager guy with five sisters is more than just hard.

Especially when you're about to move. Before your last year in high school.

Actually, I don't mind it that bad, but leaving all my memories back here and the friends I have is not that funny. Especially with my nearest friend Kim; the Irish skater girl with witty remarks that had me hooked when she rejected the popular Minnie Hale's ideas when we were eight. Because, really, it was horrible to hear Minnie's ideas when you were a kid; she couldn't just shut up about kisses, sex and boys even then.

      "Sammy Jo! Nora Belle! Stop taking my damn makeup!" Evie - my big sister- suddenly yells at the top of her lungs, making me wince at her hoarse screech. Evie's a great singer, but when she has a cold - as now - her voice gets hit the hardest. It's almost painful for people who are around her to hear her when she's sick.

But fortunately does she have good immune system.

"Never!" The sixteen year old twins yell at the same time from our kitchen where they're probably making some food we can eat on our way to the new house.

"Screw you!" Evie screams angrily and stomps past me; from the twin's bathroom to her room, with her arms full of makeup things. For being a college student, recently turned twenty one, she behaves like a five year old.

But I wouldn't trade away my big sister for anything in the world; she'd been there for me ever since I was born.

I shake my head at Evie's immaturity and take up the box with 'Jack's pocket books' messily written on the side. I was told by mom to go down to put it in the moving truck and I almost trip on my way downstairs; the box is obscuring my sight and makes me feel awfully helpless.

When I'm finally downstairs, I stop to breath out and relax a bit.

"I can take that kiddo" a rumbling voice suddenly says behind me and my heart starts to race by the person's sudden appearance. I turn around, ready to throw the box and run, and faces a long buff man who is covered with tattoos of roses.

"Oh, okay. Thank you" I murmur, when I realize it's one of the men who are driving the moving truck, and he gently takes the box away from my clutch.

He gives me a big crooked grin and turns around to give the box to a short sweating man with many facial piercings who huffs, clearly irritated. The short man continues to walk out through the front door - now with three boxes balancing in his arms.

I blink up at the giant man, who just gives me another crooked grin which makes me look away. But I can't help it; so I turn my head back and continue to stare for a bit, mostly at his tattoos. He has tattoo sleeves, both of them filled with roses and thorns and pieces of papers with simple texts such as every rose has its thorn. They actually are really cool, and both sleeves are in black, gray and white. But it seems that he isn't that 'boring' since his clothing and hair is more colorful; a t-shirt with the colors of a rainbow in a striped pattern and jeans with paint splatter in neon colors, and his hair had dark blue tips.

As I was about to ask how long it took to complete the tattoo sleeves, my mom's voice broke through the quite awkward silence.

"Chuck! Could you help me over here?" Of course. My mother's a horrible romantic and loved when men were gentlemen, making her taking advance in her sweet dainty voice and big white smile.

   "Of course Mrs. Carter!" The tall man - who I suppose is Chuck- shouts merrily and gives me a goodbye nod before walking towards mom and dad's bedroom.