wicked games

“I, uh, I was literally took in God’s house.” Josh laughed out loud at Nick’s comments. “I’m weird and my moustache rocks. I think that’s the best description of me I’ve ever heard. Thanks. You’re hot too. But I’m sure you know that.” Jude whistled at the barista, helping Nick get his attention. “There you go. I guess a courtroom is a good of a place as any for him to hide. I mean, please tell me you’ve watched The Devil’s Advocate.”

Nick stared at him, confused. “Do I wanna know?” She asked, sure she already knew the answer. “Not everyone can rock a moustache like that. I’m hot too, thank you very much. Do you think I could pull it off?” She ordered another round and winked at the bartender. “Thanks again. Honestly, I think he’s better off as far away from me as possible.”

“Would it be rude to say I’ve heard that before? And, I can totally be your getaway driver; play the song and run.”

“No. It just means you’re always this genius. Wouldn’t that be a memory worth leaving to posterity? Kids, your grandma was awesome. She played Nicki Minaj at her graduation, then fled the scene before they could catch her.”

“Ah, I see. I know it’s not your intention, but having some ammunition with all the gossip you get is a good I thing. I’m glad you’re not like one of those spoiled brats because they always act like everyone owes them something just because of what their parents do. And me? I.. I don’t really have a story.” she lied.

“My grandma would’ve beaten my ass if I ever showed my face here being a spoiled brat. Oh, that’s nonsense! Everybody’s got a story. There’s more to a person than just one thing, of course, but there’s always something. You don’t have to tell if you don’t want to, but you’re not an empty package.”

You should definitely hit me up sometime, and we can go have a blast. Why would you just go ahead and hurt all of my feelings like that?

Once college is over and you’re on summer break, maybe we could do something like that. Well, mostly because you look like a cute puppy when I’m mean to you.

“See, I like that one better. At least it wasn’t Drake. There were probably a shit ton of fuck boys wanting Started from the Bottom.” 

“If these punks can do Drake, why can’t I do Nicki? They prohibited Beez In The Trap too. I’m pretty sure that’s kinda sexist. And totally unfair.”

“I never said Kelly Clarkson, just maybe not Snoop Dogg. Maybe have the file named a harmless song’s name and then it’ll really be a kick ass song?” 

“You are a one hundred percent complete genius. And I actually think I kinda love you. They are gonna kill me!”

Yes, that would have been the ideal response.

I knew you were trouble when you walked in.

“Yeah, it’s definitely scary, but I love it.” she said with a simple shrug. Elle listened to her words and nodded her head. “I’ve heard some stories about politicians and I can’t say they have been all that great, but I can agree with you about they’re sons. They are definitely nice to look at, but I heard that they can be spoiled brats… I mean, I don’t know first hand because I’ve never actually really spoken to them so…”

“That’s great. The world won’t ever not need passionate doctors, so I think you’re well off. And they haven’t. In their minds you don’t need to be ashamed or restrained in front of those who work underneath you, so the maids know absolutely everything. Thankfully, I was never one to ignore or mistreat our employees, so most grew fond of me. I have an interesting amount of juicy information. The spoiled boys are my favorite, to be honest. I like the look on their faces when things do go the way they want. What’s your story?”

“What was the second option?”

“Baby Got Back.”

“I’ve never heard that, but if the committee blew you off and it’s by Snoop Dogg it probably isn’t a song you should be playing at graduation.”

“And what should I? I’m not doing Kelly Clarkson, hell no. Do you think they’d accept Britney Spears? They’ve cockblocked Anaconda, SexyBack and London Bridge already. Come on, people! I’m talking pop culture here!”

I hope you at least caught the T.Swift line there. I am charming as all hell though, huh?

Was I suppose to ask you to please don’t be in love with someone else?

“They turned that down?” 

“Yes, then totally rejected my second option! Can you believe that?”

Jude laughed while the girl downed his shot. “It’s okay. I’m sure He has already.” He listened quietly, twisting the end of his moustache as the girl went on about her college. Jude was glad, for once, he didn’t have to attend it. “But if we all did what our parents told us to do, then where would be the fun in that?” He winked. “You don’t say. I thought he had been busy rulling the underworld and whatnot, but teaching is quite noble of him, I think. Oh, I’m Jude.”

“Oh? And why’s that?” She observed him, deeply amused. “Your moustache rocks. You are hella weird, but at least your weird moustache rocks. And you’re hot too.” Nick shrugged at the guy while trying to catch the bartender’s attention again. “You are absolutely right. There’s none. Oh, and Satan? I think he can manage to swing by colleges and leave a legacy to the future generations. It’s one hell of a lesson. Pun intended, Jude.”

“Thank you! I guess I need to do something to gain some street cred.” She noted. “Well, I used to do gymnastics and I’m kinda flexible, so maybe I won’t be awful at that. I could probably be a flyer. Being tossed in the air isn’t too difficult.” 

“Do an undercut. You’d look both hot and completely terrifying. Women have that power.” Nick rolled her eyes at her friend’s apparent dismissal of proper health, but the idea of Logan screaming in the air made her crack a smile.“We should take dance classes. I used to teach Ballet to the beginners at the Academy, but maybe we should do some Hip Hop to add to that non existent street cred of yours. I just hope you don’t break your ass.”

She belongs on there. Well, they come in handy when we’re hungry on our shift but I didn’t say that. Ugh, jobs. I don’t even want to think about it, let alone talk about it. Your parents can’t drag you back. Logan and I need you in our miserable lives.

I think you’re absolutely right and that maybe we should do something about it. Oh, no! I didn’t here it from you. At least, if my parents do end up dragging me back, I can say I won’t go without you guys and they will have to take you with us and you can finally live your adventure. If they don’t, we’re all stuck here together, for better or for worse. Why does it sound like the three of us are married?