Chapter 12
Fox
Why did I agree to this? I should have listened to Moss.
He warned us and what did I do? I got cocky, wanting to show Jazz how hot and reliable we are and here is where it’s got us.
I’m on one leg trying to hold a karate high kick while Nitro is in a squat position with his arm outstretched and fist dangerously close to my crotch.
As soon as Jazz announced the pose the kids went wild, which is saying something because they haven’t given two shits about us since we arrived.
Actually, no, that’s not quite correct. The little blonde girl with a huge bow in her hair keeps giving me little girl moony eyes while her friend giggles with her.
“Miss Jasmine? I can’t get his forehead right, he keeps getting more and more shiny,” The kid with the giant glasses whines. Well, you try holding this pose without getting shiny, kid.
I thought this was a pretty cool, if not slightly wild pose for a kid to suggest, and when Jazz suggested that it was maybe too hard a pose to hold for a long period of time, well, that shit is like a red flag to a bull.
I told her Nitro and I would be fine, and to show her how fine we would be, I suggested I’d take the harder pose.
Now my left leg is extended high in the fucking air, I think I’ve pulled a groin muscle, and the one leg holding me up is shaking like a fucking leaf.
I don’t think Nitro is doing much better either.
“I fucking hate you,” he hisses between his teeth.
“I feel like the one with brown hair on the ground could get lower. Really get into the role.” Nitro’s eyes move to glare at Rodney, who doesn’t give a shit because he gives us a little finger wave before going back to making a mess of himself and his paper.
“I really fucking hate you.”
“You love me,” I whisper back, my eyes darting toward Jazz because, well, I can’t take my eyes off her.
“He’s doing it again Miss Jasmine!” Glasses whines, again.
“Who is doing what again, Jackson?”
“That blonde one with the greasy hair,” Nitro covers his snort with a not-so-subtle cough. “He keeps looking at you, like the creeps my mom warns me about.”
My brows fly up to my forehead. I think I might hate this kid even more than Rodney.
“Jackson! That’s not polite!”
“What creeps?” The little blonde girl, who I learned is named Kayla asks.
“The creeps. The ones that like to peep at ladies and little kids. They just stare at you all funny.” Glasses says matter of factly.
“Ken would never do that!” she growls at him, throwing her pink crayon on the floor.
“He has a name, class, and it’s Deputy Ellison. Now please, this is not how we behave.”
“What’s the bet he’s flat in the front too,” Rondey laughs as the other kids ask what he means.
Jazz turns her head and pretends that she doesn’t hear him, but I can see not only her shoulders shaking, but Nitro’s as well.
I widen my eyes at him, trying to get him to stop but instead he shakes more violently.
So violently in fact that he lurches forward in his fist outreached squat pose and punches me square in my exposed balls.
“Ohhhh!” a chorus of little voices says at once, with Glasses gripping his crotch in sympathy.
“Oh my gosh, are you OK, tell me how I can help?” Jazz says, her hands flitting over me but not really touching me.
“I’m OK, just, ah, a little stiff from posing I guess,” I paste a smile on my face as I struggle to get up.
My groin feels stretched to the max, one of my legs is stiff as hell but at least that muscular pain takes my attention away from my aching balls. I glare at Nitro, but he’s not looking much better. After holding that squat pose for close to fifteen minutes, he looks permanently bow legged.
“Well, as long as you’re OK,” Jazz says, eyeing me skeptically.
“Yup, right as rain, sweetheart,”
“Hey! What did Rodney say about flirting!” Glasses says and I have to physically stop myself from growling at him.
“Well, that was probably more than enough time holding that pose anyway,” Jazz says before turning back to the kids. “Alright class, it’s pack up time, clean up your things, wash your hands if your name happens to be Rodney, and let’s get this room tidied up.” Jazz calls out and signs.
She presses a button and Post Malone flows through the speakers, the kids bopping along to it whilst going about their chores.
Nitro moves ridiculously slow, moving closer to where Jazz and I are talking.
His eyes take in her profile and a soft look crosses over his face.
I knew she was the one for us, now I just need to somehow get her to agree to see us as potential dates, not just two guys who love each other.
I shake out my leg a little, trying to get some feeling back into it and catch her smirking at me, “How much did that burn? Go on, be honest.”
I shrug my shoulders, ignoring the fact that my body feels like it’s on fire. “Nah, not too bad, although I’m pretty sure Nitro will be able to skip leg day this week.”
The warmth of her laugh along with Nitro’s envelopes me, and I’m mesmerised. By the sound of the two of them, the thought of them being together with me and sometimes without me feels right.
“I just want to thank you guys for this. The kids, well, they may not appreciate it, but I do.” She gazes between me and Nitro with a genuine smile on her pretty face.
“Jazz, I know that it’s unconventional as fu- ah, fudge, but would you like to go out with me? Us?”
I watch as she tenses, her eyes darting around, her teeth digging into her plump lip, a frown on her face.
This is the first time I’ve seen her as anything but confident.
“Fox, I, I’m just not sure. I’m not really looking for anything serious at the moment.
” She looks up at Nitro before her eyes find mine, and I can see fear in them.
Fuck I’d love to beat whoever hurt her and told her she was a burden.
“It’s OK, I understand. I just find myself liking you and wanting to get to know you a little, but I get it,” I give her a smile, and notice her frown has gotten deeper
“It’s all good, Jazz,” Nitro soothes, trying to gentle his usually rough voice, “I feel the same way as Fox and would love to get to know you but it’s your call.
No matter what you decide, we’ll be cool.
Probably won’t want to pose again anytime soon, but that’s not a you thing,” he jokes and I feel a little proud of him.
He’s not naturally jokey, but he’s trying.
I move to turn to grab my phone and keys that I left on Jazz’s desk and I’m certain I hear her whisper “fuck it.”
“I, um, could we maybe go out as friends?”
I can’t help the smile that slowly grows across my face, and I know I don’t have to look at Nitro to know his face mirrors mine.
“Yeah, that would be awesome, we could do something together or one on one. Up to you, if we could get your number?” She beams up at me and then Nitro before she starts to rattle off her number.
I save it on my phone and send her a message so she has mine. I’m about to say something really sweet or dorky, telling her I can’t wait but the ringing of the school bell interrupts us and I realize that we are being watched by the whole class and a couple of education assistants.
“Bout time you managed to get some digits, Miss Jasmine. We were getting worried about ya,” Rodney says as he pats her on the shoulder and swaggers out of the class followed by the rest of his classmates.
Nitro rolls his lips between his teeth, but that doesn’t stop Jazz and I from bursting into laughter.
“Right sweetheart, we’ll leave you to your next class.”
I swagger out as much as I can on my stiff fucking legs, and I know that Nitro isnt faring much better. But that doesn’t stop my chest from puffing up when I look back over my shoulder at Jazz and find her eyes glued to our asses.
Jasmine
“Shit girl! Where’s the fire?” Pops’ voice calls out as I powerwalk into the DRMC clubhouse common room or dining room or whatever they call this place.
I freeze then take him in, lounging on the couch, arms spread wide. “Pops! You’re out of jail!” I exclaim, launching toward him and giving him a hug. “I was so worried about you!”
And I was. As an honorary girl gang member, Pops is kinda the glue that holds us women together, gives us advice, that sort of thing. Sure it’s Chewy’s gang, but her advice can be a little…iffy at times.
Pops chuckles and I release him. “Girl, if there’s one thing you need to know about me, it’s that I’m like a cat.
Nine lives and all that. Besides, there ain’t no way that pissant was gonna keep me locked up in there.
Not with Miss Candice buttfucking him with the law,” he chortles.
“AND shit has been kinda quiet around here. A war with Hitchens is exactly what I need.”
“There will be no war of any kind, Sidney Tombs!” Mama Debs yells from the kitchen where she must be getting dinner ready. Although not alone because I’m sure I hear Kaia’s laugh coming from the same direction.
Pops just rolls his eyes at me with a huge grin plastered on his face. “Enough about this old man, what had your ass on fire just then, girly?”
“Oh I was looking for Vi. I have a, ah, a dilemma.” I screw up my face and plop down on the couch next to him.
“Well, you’re shit outta luck I’m afraid. Vi is off talking my grandson off the ledge. I think she had your mother in tow as well, although I can’t be too sure how much help she would be.”
My brows fly up at this information. “What the hell? What’s going on? Where are they? What’s wrong with Jules?”
Pops rolls his eyes, holding his hands up to try and placate me.
“Juno is due her next round of immunizations. Which mean Jules is having a fucking panic attack and to be fair, with the speed of which your mother’s Spanish and emotions were switching, I can’t imagine your sister is having a good time with either of them at the moment. ”
I move to stand, “Which medical center are they at?”