The Disciple: First Mission

Chapter Eleven

The following morning I had passed out my living room floor with the photo collage completely finished. My table was a complete mess as I look around seeing the scattered tiny pieces of paper laid out on the floor. Waking up, I slowly get to my feet walking towards the stairs to my room. As soon as I make it to my bedroom, I glanced at the clock, seeing that it's already noon. I remembered that today was my presentation at the jail and I still haven't written anything down yet. I quickly put on a shirt and a pair of pants rushing to go to Tristan's house. I run down the stairs and put on a nice pair of sneakers. Grabbing my keys and rush out the door running out towards the Yaris.

"I hope Tristan is home. He's an expert when it comes to writing." I say to myself as I back out of the driveway.

Starting the drive to Tristan's house, I think back to the negative comments about Tristan. I begin second guessing myself, If I should allow Tristan to even be part of my campaign team. A then, honked at me as I was driving under the speed limit reverting my attention back to the road. After a couple more minutes I finally arrive at the Rosales household as Tristan's sister is playing in the front yard frolicing through the sprinklers. I parked on their driveway and knock on their door. Tristan's mom answers the door with a smile on her face.

"Oh James, how are you?" Mrs. Rosales asks.

"I'm fine Mrs. Rosales." I answer as I try to get a glimpse inside the household looking for Tristan.

"Are you okay?" Mrs. Rosales asks me as I look around the house hold trying to find Tristan.

"Well I'm actually looking for Tristan. I was hoping he could help me write this speech." I answer anxiously tapping my foot.

"Oh I'm very sorry James, but Tristan isn't home right now. He went out for a walk. I can let him know you stopped by." Mrs. Rosales says.

She had that worried look on his face. The same look I had when Tristan told me about what was going through his mind. The more I think about it, I feel that Tristan's personal problems are interfering with the campaign. Walking away from the house, I headed back to my car with Tristan's little sister waving goodbye to me. Already 1:30pm I back out of the Rosales's driveway almost hitting their mailbox.  Driving away from the Rosale's household, I decided to try to just improvise. Speaking of Gabriel, I had received a text message mentioning the gift for me when I go to the jail. 

"Hey James, your gift for the jail today, is at your house." Gabriel says in the text.

I quickly step on the pedal of the Yaris racing quickly back to the house. Driving past the houses in Tristan's neighborhood, I received a text from Tristan. I didn't reply back because I didn't want to get pulled over by the Deerfield police. After twenty minutes of driving, speeding and not getting caught, I had finally arrived at my house. In my driveway, I see Gabriel standing next to a man with long hair and his face painted up. He looked fairly familiar, but I could put my finger on where I have seen him before. I get out of the Yaris, greeting Gabriel while at the same time staring suspiciously at the long haired face painted man. As shake the man's hand, I realized where I have seen him before.

"You were in Triple H's office, when my friend and I were there for the contract signing which immediately turned into an impromptu boxing match." I tell him.

"The name is Hardy. Jeff Hardy." He says as he starts to prance around my driveway.

"So James, I had spoken to the Mcmahon family and they have agreed to give you some protection when go do your speech at the jail." Gabriel says as he makes his way towards his car.

"Wait, How is he supposed to...." I say as Gabriel pulls out of my driveway.

With Gabriel gone, It leaves me and Jeff Hardy alone in my driveway. The worst part is, I forgot to ask Gabriel about the speech for jail. I look at the time and it is already three in the afternoon. I quickly head back inside my house and grabbing my collage off my kitchen table. I could see Jeff from the window pacing back and forth. From the looks of it, he seemed to be meditating on something. Quickly run back out of my apartment and head towards Yaris with Jeff in tow. We get in the car and I start the engine, quickly backing out of my driveway.