Tits and Business

5 - The Trial Date

"I didn't really need my apartment to be painted for the photo shoot. I was just getting very bored with those white walls." Jackson said, looking at the group's handiwork. The room was now covered with fierce colors of red, blue, and silver. "But now that I'm looking at it, I think I could use the walls as a background for some of the pictures." 

Greyson snorted. "Well, I'm glad all of our work last night agrees with you. Where is everyone, anyway?" 

"It's only me, you, and the walking tree over there." He answered, jerking his head over to Troy, who simply nodded, satisfied with being referred to as a tree. Troy's height had always been his one trademark that made him stand out from everyone else at six foot, seven inches. 

"That didn't answer my question. Where's Olivia and the rest?" 

"I imagine Olivia is at home, Axel's out with some babes in a sketchy looking corner booth, Joy's probably volunteering at a soup kitchen." Jackson paused and looked over at Troy when he grunted. "And Dolly and Luna are probably braiding each other's hair and talking about the opposite sex." He finished. 

Greyson looked past Jackson's shoulder, into his room, where he could see a framed picture of Jackson and Olivia, arms around each other, and smiling. "I always thought you and Olivia were joined at the hip. Everyone thinks that."

"I promise you that mine and Olivia's hips are thoroughly unattached, in any sort of way." He answered, pulling out a drawer and grabbing a notebook. Throwing it to Troy, he commanded, "Take notes."

"Notes for what?" 

"I need someone to document what will be said here, because you, Greyson, are in trouble." Jackson clicked his tongue three times and slowly shook his head. "You disgust me." 

Greyson blinked and stammered over the next words. "I'm in trouble?"

"For checking out my best friend! Greyson, I see everything, I know all." 

"You're being ridiculous." 

"Tell him, Troy." Jackson yelled abruptly. "Tell him that he was looking at Olivia with an incredible thirst for her tight ass." 

Greyson looked over at Troy, who just shrugged and nodded. 

"He has spoken the truth." Jackson said, looking proud that his point was somewhat proven. "Last night, when Axel tore off his shirt and Olivia did what any heterosexual woman might do, and she stared, you started staring too. But at Olivia. With a certain longing in your gaze. I saw it. Troy saw it too."

Another nod from Troy. 

"And the disgusting part is that you're already dating the diva of the school. Dolly will make your life a living hell if you socially downgrade to an outcast like Olivia, because that would not look good on the queen bee's reputation." Jackson tossed a pencil to Troy, who caught it with ease. "Put that in quotations. When Dolly's heart is torn out and stomped upon by Greyson's shoes, I want her to know I was on her side."

Greyson sighed and ran his hands through his long hair. "I wasn't checking her out. I was," A pause, "looking her over."

"Listen." Jackson walked over to Greyson and patted his shoulder sympathetically. "I get it. Olivia is shockingly different compared to Dolly, Luna, and most girls, and that's new and exciting to you. So I understand why your wandering eyes might be looking at her for an unneeded amount of time. I love looking at Olivia. She's pale and dark, bright and happy. Perfect combinations. But I swear to the good Lord, that if you somehow wrap her up in the drama filled lives of the socially elite teenagers at school, I might have to cut you." Jackson glanced at Troy who was scribbling in the notebook. "You don't need to add that bit."