| Chapter Eight |
| Whitney: Teresa was kind of spaced but I tried my best to talk to her. "What? back to America?" She nodded. "That's ridiculous, you've only just arrived!" "Only a few weeks ago..." she added offhandly. "They've got to be mistaken, why would they want you back there already?" "Rob" she said simply. "Rob? Who's Rob? I thought that jerk Jimmy was your boss?" "My main boss is Rob, he's the head one. Rob said that he likes it better when I'm in America" I sat down next to her on the floor, "So it wasn't Jimmy?" She shook her head no, "He enjoyed it though" "Why? I thought he sent you here to get rid of you?" "Yeah, he did. But when he called he talked to Chris. Chris told him I would be missed and that I probably would be upset." "What an asshole" I muttered. I could tell she didn't want to talk to I told her we'd all leave. I headed out to the living room, "Hey guys, um, we should go" "No way whit! I've almost beat Abs!" Scott argued, keeping his eyes on the screen. "No you guys we have to go. Teresa just got some bad news and she probably doesn't need us here" Abs paused the game, "What's the matter, is she okay? Did someone do something to her?" he sounded like a worried father or something. Scott jumped in, "Maybe I should talk to her" "No, don't. She's not in a talking type of mood" "What was the news?" J asked. "I'll explain in a minute but right now why don't we just get out of here?" The other lads silently nodded as they got up to leave. Abs: I wonder what's wrong with Teresa? I had to know. I hope nothing bad at happened to her. I sighed, knowing Whitney wasn't going to allow me to talk to Teresa. At least I could find out what happened when we left from Whitney. As I was getting up off the floor I noticed I had a picture stuck to my leg. I took it off to set it on the table so it wouldn't get lost. But then I saw what the picture was. I smiled and pocketed it. I knew Teresa wouldn't mind. Scott: "She's what?!" I asked, shocked. "She's going back to America" Whitney replied solomly. "Why?" Ritchie asked. "Doesn't she like it here?" Abs added. "Her stupid boss is bringing her back." Whitney said thorough gritted teeth. We all bombarded Whitney with questions until we got all the information we could out of her. None of us were too pleased. Abs was ready to fly to America just to kick this Jimmy guy's ass. Maybe I'd join him... Chapter Nine... |