Play Me That Song (The Emo Guy And The Guitar Girl)

Chapter 16

Okay guys, chapter 16 is here! PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BOTTOM! Enjoy =]

Adam's P.O.V-

            "Where's Blake?" I asked.

            "Why would I know?" Jimmy scoffed.

            I rolled my eyes impatiently at my little brother, "I know you know what happened this morning, so stop being a little twit and tell me."

            Jimmy looked offended by my comment, "If you call me that again, I'll tell mom," he threatened.

            I laughed at his jibe, "Go ahead and be a snitch.  I don't give a sh*t what that lady says to me."

            Jimmy had no response for that.

            I laughed again, "You're such a mommy's boy, you know that?  You can't do nothing without her."

            He narrowed his eyes at me, "Fine, do you really wanna know what happened?"

            I threw my hands up in the air, "Obviously or I wouldn't be wasting my time talking to you!"

            He clenched his hands into fists, "Mom through him out, that's what happened!"

            That threw me off guard, "Wait...why?"

            He shrugged, "Don't know, don't care.  But he looked really angry before he left."  One of Jimmy's twisted smirks appeared on his face.  "You know, he might have gotten real depressed again...maybe depressed enough to kill himself?"

            I tensed up and glared down at him.  His smirk grew wider when he saw that he gotten to me.

            "Yep, I bet he did," Jimmy continued, "I bet he didn't even think twice about you-"

            With one hand, I grabbed Jimmy by the collar and pinned him up against a wall.  He struggled to get free, but I had both hands holding him down now. 

            "Say that to my face, one more time you little b*stard," I growled.

            He stopped struggling to glare at me.  As soon as his brown eyes met my green ones, his face paled.  He realized that he gone too far and stuttered, "Look, A-Adam, I was just joking-"

            "If you ever say something like that again," I warned in a deadly voice, "I'll kill you."

            I must have seem pretty convincing for Jimmy's eyes widened with fear.  He opened his mouth to utter a response, but a loud shriek behind us cut him off.

            "Let him go!" our mother shouted.

            I turned my head around to look at her.  "Do you even know what he said about your son? My brother?" I spat.

            "I don't care what he said, let my son go!" she demanded.

            "Blake is your son too!" I countered angrily.

            "I don't care about Blake!" she spat.

            "Well that's a wonderful thing to come home to," said a new voice.

            All our heads snapped around to the sound of the voice and my eyes landed on the doorway.  Blake stood there with his shoulders squared and he's eyes narrowed at all of us.  An amused expression played at his features when he saw the situation Jimmy and I were in.