Jordan - Chapter Four
Not that I was going to say it out loud, or probably ever even admit it, but I was actually just a little bit freaked out about last night.
Not that I was complaining or anything, after all, at least didn't end up with some sort of transgender hooker or something, otherwise I'd probably would have shot myself in the face by now.
I did like picking on the one other chick, Yasmin, just because it was fun to see her over-reactions. Blake was cool, in her own weird/crazy way, and I felt a little bad for Khushboo, having to live with Yasmin and all, with her little freak outs.
I didn't have any other clothes, and I was only joking about the shower thing (even though, despite reality, I actually felt a little sticky) so I just ran water over my hands and splashed it over my face and arms and legs.
Just for kicks though, I took one of their towels outside the bathroom closet and did that wrap-around thing around my hair, to make it seem like I had taken a shower and just put on the same clothes that I had on.
Unfortunately, the towel was a little bit heavier on my head than I expected, and after I put it on, I lost my balance and accidentally fell into the glass shower door.
The vibrations of the door sent the bottle of shampoo standing on the top border of the shower door toppling off and fell right on me, nailing me in the center of my head.
"Motherfuck," I groaned, yanking off the towel and accidentally tearing out a few hairs in the process. I rubbed the center of my sore head (which in itself, was a misleading statement).
"Hey, I'm suing you guys!" I yelled, projecting my voice loud enough so that they could hear me out in the living room. "A shampoo bottle fell on my head. I might have a concussion or some other injury that'll get me some money." I smirked, not really meaning it.
I opened the door of the bathroom and walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway, half-expecting for Yasmin to start biting my head off in my mock attempt to sue her.
My mouth opened as I was going to say something, but then I snapped it shut when I saw who was standing in the middle of the living room.
While I was in the bathroom, they must have answered the door (or either he just somehow broke into the apartment) because a police officer was standing in the middle of the living room, with the whole 70's porno mustache and everything. If I hadn't been so confused as to what he was going to do, I probably would have laughed right then and there.
His eyes wandered over to me, and I wasn't sure if I was right, but I think he checked me out a little. When I just stood my ground and stared right back at him, he just weakly smiled at me and then turned his attentive frown back onto- Khushboo.
"Alright, and you said there's another person in the back?" He confirmed, lifting his aviator sunglasses (that bastard copy-cat, just pointing it out) onto his forehead and smacking his gum loudly inside his mouth.
"Um, yeah," Khushboo answered uneasily, twisting her fingers together awkwardly and fiddling with her hands. "She's just getting dressed, I think."
"Oh, alright. You think you could call her in here?" The office said, taking a little glance around the living room. "Are you Khushboo and your friend in the room is Yasmin?"
"Yeah," She immediately answered. She turned her head to the direction of the room and said in a calm, neutral voice, "Hey Yaz, you mind coming in here?"
"I'd rather shove knives up my fucking ass!" She yelled back angrily. We all flinched when a loud thump came from the inside of her room.
"Er, give me a minute." Khushboo smiled again before the strained, haggard look on her face reappeared on her face and she raced to Yasmin's room.
Alright, once again, I was confused as to what the hell was going on. Why was this cop here? I mean, that was one of the biggest problems I was having contemplating right now, but the other part was Khushboo.
She was so nervous, but hell, after all, it was only a cop. Was it because she was just nervous because she hadn't dealt with cops before, or was it because she was trying to hide something? What, were they were executing a drug run or something? I laughed at the thought in my head of Khushboo running around with a machine gun in her hands demanding people to give her the money they owed her.
It was a random thought- I'll admit that.
"Hey, you see this?" The office suddenly cut in, glancing shiftily between me and Blake, "It's a Glock." He said, fingering the gun in its holster around his waist.
No fuckin' duh. I thought sarcastically in my head, but didn't say anything out loud. I just looked at the cop, who just winked at me and then turned his attention to Blake.
"I like your hair," He said, jerking his thumb to her blonde hair with purple and blue streaks. "You do that yourself?"
"Um, yeah," Blake said with tones of "duh" in her voice. "What's up with all the dumb questions?"
I was curious as to what he would say, so I just stared right at him, and he just shrugged.
"Listen, I'm going to be straight forward here," He said, slowly walking up closer to Blake and keeping his fingers tied in his holster loops. "I may have been drinking a little on the ride here. Not a lot goes on in Agoura Hills."
What the fuck is going on. I thought in my head, completely weirded out, I shot a glance at Blake, and for once, she seemed to be questioning what was going on, too.
"Oh. That's…cool," I said, unsure of what to say. "I'm not one to judge, or anything. But- holy shit!" I yelled.
My sentence was cut off as I felt a searing pain enter right into my hip bone that ran up my side. I sort of stumbled back, grabbing my hip with my hands like an idiot the whole time, and bumped against the kitchen counter/island thingy.
"Dude, you alright?" Blake yelled, immediately (and surprisingly) rushing to my side.
"It feels like I've been stabbed," I said, still clutching my hip. I removed my hand and was shocked to see dark red blood oozing from my body.
"Oh fuck," Blake whispered. She sent me a worried look, and then she looked back to the cop. Who, instead of attending to a hurt civilian, decided to take a selfie right next to the T.V. where there was a girl standing in a bikini.
"Can you stand up?" She asked me.
I grabbed onto the counter, reaching behind me to feel the ledge, and started to lift myself up. I could feel the wound stretching when I did so, but then, another stabbing feeling hit me in the side, this time higher up, and I let out a frustrated yelp and fell back down.
"What the fuck do you have in your pocket?" Screeched Blake.
"I don't fuckin' know!" I screamed back, getting a little scared as an aching pain slammed me in my slam.
"The fuck is everyone screaming for?" Yasmin came yelled out of her room, Khushboo in tow.
I glanced up at her, trying to ignore the fact that it felt like a cat was scratching me with its claws and pouring in anthrax at the same time.
The whites of her eyes looked strained and red, they look glazed over, she had a dazed look on her face, and her eyes were drooping like she had just woken up.
She was high. Again.
I raised my eyebrow at her when her glazed-over eyes made contact with mine, but she just flipped me off nonchalantly before gathering her hair into a ponytail and pushing up the sleeves of her sweatshirt.
Her eyes drifted over to the cop and then she let out a little gasp.
"I'm, uh, gonna get cigarettes!" She yelled. She ran past the cop, pushing him over in the process, and out the door, barely even pausing to slip on some flat shoes or whatever.
"Oh my goodness, for fuck's sake!" Khushboo yelled, loosing just a little bit of her cool. She rubbed the bridge of her nose before taking a deep breath and putting on a brave face.
"I'll be right back!" She said, and ran out the door past the office, who was struggling to get back on his feet, after Yasmin.
Blake let out an exasperated sigh and sent an "are you fucking kidding me?" look to the cop and walked over to help him to his feet.
"I suppose I could wait until they came back," The cop said, folding his arms across his chest as if to promote an important air about him.
"Who knows when they're coming back?" Blake asked. "I mean, I've experienced my fair share of people running dramatically out of places and having someone else chase them, but shit!" She said in one big rush of air.
By then, I was just pretty confused about what was going on. Plus I was worried about my phone, to see if I had gotten that phone call that I was supposed to wait up all night for. Which I would have done, in theory, if I hadn't gotten wasted and made out with a chick I hadn't ever met before - not that I was complaining or anything.
"Well, I'd give you the papers, but I need the both of them here," The cop said, starting to seem as if he was sobering up a little.
"What sort of papers?" I answered quickly, and not just out of curiosity. A little bit of panic bubbled up in the middle of my chest in fear. "I mean, I'm not worried or anything, but does it have anything to do with us?"
The cop opened his mouth to say something, but the door opened to reveal Khushboo and Yasmin; Khushboo looking tired with her hair strewn all over her face, and Yasmin looking dead, her glazed eyes blank and cold-looking.
They look like they just witnessed a fuckin' car accident or something. I thought in my head, trying to keep my gaze away from Yasmin's cold stare.
"Ah, right on time!" The cop said excitedly, and I swear, I saw his mustache twitch. "Here's the papers I was talking about."
He extended his hand to Yasmin, but he just stared at him darkly and didn't saying anything. The cop moved on, clearing his throat awkwardly, and handed them to Khushboo with a smile on his face.
"Khushboo, Yasmin, and the people accompanied by you last night that consist of Blake and Jordan- you've been served."
All of our jaws dropped open - excluding Yasmin, since she was being all weird and depressed - as the cop winked at us, put his sunglasses back on, and walked out the door.
"What?" I yelled. I couldn't go to court! I was considered an illegal fucking immigrant! I jumped to my feet, not thinking about my side injuries, and then let out a piercing scream when I felt something stab me again, this time, breaking the skin and sliding in past it, deeper this time.
Oh fuck. I thought in my head right before I felt myself pass out.
A/N: So yeah, this chapter sucks a lot of dick.
It was really hard to write. That's why it's so short. Because the fucking perspective was too fucking difficult to write -__-