Agirlinherhead

Hey guys!! I've gotten an itch to write about Jeb again despite needing to finish the second part of Hoover, Nobody Does it Like You and my JT fic (I was worried I've just stopped enjoying writing but thanks to the Hamfam it's just a slew of things going on atm). Anyways this baby is mostly all written I just want to make some edits and give y'all a sneak peek. Hope it strikes your interest and any input is welcomed.

Juror #6

“Let me guess, you don't recall?”

The once quiet courtroom, save for the sound of clicking cameras, suddenly came alive with low laughter and conversations that could only be about the man, Jeb Magruder, sitting ever so uncomfortably in front of them all. In Sheila’s opinion Jeb was far from innocent however, witnessing dismissive gestures from men in illy fitted suits and women with beehive hairdos that reminded her of her grandmother, only exacerbated her frustration.

The front of Jeb’s face was perfectly visible from the seat Sheila was assigned to. She could see the embarrassment build up from behind his blue eyes, eyes of which would be alluring in any other circumstance. The rosey color that blossomed across his cheeks and the awkward twitch of the corner of his lips (in an attempt to smile?) also brought on an emotion Sheila dared not to think about.

If only for once Sheila hadn’t let her emotions influence the decision she made. Honesty would have revealed her disgust for Republicans. Perhaps that would have disqualified her from being a juror in this trial. Instead there she sat, stuck in a courtroom full of people determined to get justice for criminal acts committed by the US government. In another life this would be an easy guilty verdict from Sheila Anderson. That was of course in another life where Jeb Magruder hadn’t sat down at that god awful looking wooden table.

Obsessed with the face John makes when he sees Beverly looking at the newspaper clipping lmao

1) put that guy into situations