Thalia’s Pov
We sat in front of the big screen watching the three idiots waiting for a judge that was not going to show up. Brandon brought in a big screen just for the occasion and we mounted it in the corner of the bedroom. Brandon sat on my left while Nestor was on my right and a big ball of popcorn was placed in front of us.
We were supposed to be in court but we decided to abscond because we did not feel like going there.
In short, we dug some dirt on the Judge, which was big enough to end his s*ity career and a lot of people including Victor’s but we chose to hold Victor’s for a while. All we had to do was ask the Judge not to show up and we were covered. In fact, we were giving him a free off day or time out for being a bad job.
We watched as the courtroom deputy announced the Judge’s absenteeism. Victor’s face dropped and shrunk into a pile of red mash. The old man was losing it, he began yelling and hitting tables in frustration. The deputy had to call for security in order to calm him down. The skunk’s expensive dress looked like she was going to melt within her red dress.
It is very easy to make someone do what you want, without making them know that they were doing all the work for you. We first made sure the case was presented by our own judge, then I did not show up for the first hearing, forcing Victor to think he had an upper hand and somehow manipulated the system and changed judges to his liking.
Little did he know that was what we wanted. We set a trap for him and he fell right into it. The fool was not as clever as he thought he was.
Any judge that was friends with Victor meant that they had done shady dealings in the past together. We needed such a judge to blackmail to gather with Victor so that he could drop the case. Victor selected that Judge and we began digging for dirt as far as the time he was in high school. It did not take long to find the dirt when one was using the FBI.
On any given day we would have asked the judge to call Victor and explain the situation but we wanted to humiliate them and allowed them to go to court so that we could watch and laugh at them. The main highlight was watching their evidence stolen right in front of their eyes. While they were busy arguing with the deputy, two men that were seated in the crowd got up and quickly switched theirs and their lawyer’s suitcases disappearing through the crowd.
They were very quick like sinking sand and out before anyone would notice what was going on. It was like watching a James bond movie, I held Brandon’s hand and smiled. I noticed he was dozing and not paying any attention or enjoying the show.
“Hey, your men just stole the evidence,” I said.
“Oooh, yeah,” he replied and looked away. He could barely hold a conversation and it always saddened me. I missed the jerk, the p*rvert that always had his eyes in my cleavage. Even though I was enjoying the show, my mind was in my garage. Every time I looked at him, my project popped up.
The good news was that I managed to prepare the coats for my compactor and what was remaining was coating the cells. I planned to set up the machine tonight and I was going to test my subject and wish for the best. It was going to work, it had to work. My calculations were right, I was very sure of that.
Brandon leaned on my shoulder and said, “She’s fat,”
I turned and he gave me a sleek smile; “Bad manners Brandon, I’m pregnant and I’m supposed to be fat,” I replied.
“Not you, I mean Jessica, she looks fat,” he added. “And her boobs look way bigger, she always had ugly tiny peanuts for breast.”
I stared at the screen and noticed that something looked off about her. At first, I thought she had just bought a smaller dress or something.
“Maybe she is pregnant,” Nestor replied.
I chuckled and remembered the testicles we chopped off. “She can only be pregnant if she cheated on Josh which could be the biggest twist,” I replied in excitement.
“Wait a minute? Up to now, Josh does not know that he has no testicles?” Nestor asked.
“Because he is s*upid, I know my babies like the palm of my hands and I could have known the first day I m8sturbated after the accident,” Brandon replied.
“Hey hey hey, we are not going to talk about m*sturbation here,” I cut in.
“We are talking about Josh’s testicles here,” Brandon replied. “Hey Nestor, would you know if I removed your testicles and how often do you m*sturbate?”
“Brandon seriously?’
“Why are you so uncomfortable? It’s not like you’ve never done it in this house,” he declared. Out of nowhere, Nestor began choking on the popcorn. He held onto his chest and coughed uncontrollably.
“Ooh my G*d, Nestor are you okay?” I asked.
He kept coughing while Brandon laughed like it was funny. I yelled at him to stop it while Nestor got up and ran into the kitchen probably to get more water.
“What just happened?” I asked confused.
“You m*sturbating shocked the living life out of him, he probably thinks that you are a virgin” he replied.
I felt like slapping him but it had been weeks if not months since I heard him laughing and being naughty. I only pushed on him and continued watching the Nelson’s trying to tear apart the deputy. They were demanding for a new Judge to proceed with the case but they were given another date for a new trial and a new judge within a month.
“Why didn’t you put it on four months after I gave birth?” I asked.
“They will drop the case themselves after they find out their evidence is missing and have nothing to present,” he replied.
“You are such a genius,” I said in excitement.
“Give the genius a kiss,” he requested.
I stared at him for a second, he deserved more than a kiss for everything he was doing for me but there was nothing that I could offer him and it was the first time he was asking me for something after thanking him. I turned and moved to kiss him on the cheek. I gave him a soft perk and moved away but I found him staring at me p*ssed.
“What?” I asked.
“I meant my lips,” he replied.
I moved a bit and looked at him confused, trying to figure out if he was serious or joking but to my disappointment, he looked dumb serious.
I rubbed my forehead like I was taking a test. Kissing him when he was not expecting it was different from kissing him when he wanted it. The door opened and Nestor walked in. I breathed in a sigh of relief which he noticed and chuckled.
I turned and asked Nestor if he was alright.
“I’m fine, thanks just got a grain on my throat,” he replied.
“Nester, do you want to hear the rest of the m*sturbationstory!” Brandon asked.
“Brandon shut up!” I yelled.
Kiss me and I will not tell him,” he stated like he was blackmailing me. I turned to face Nestor for help. If he said he was not interested in knowing about the m*sturbation then I would be saved but he kept quiet.
“Thalia, I’m waiting for the answer,” Brandon reminded me. I turned to Nestor again but he only stared at me. I could not believe the idiot, he was siding with Brandon again. He always did that, every time I thought he was becoming my bestie he ran back to Brandon.
Out of spite, I turned to face Brandon, grabbed his cheek, and kissed him. To my surprise, he let me do all the work and did not do any work but he closed his eyes. I Broke the kiss up and faced him. He opened his eyes to face me, “You are a bad kisser,” he said in a serious tone.
On any given day and he was healthy, I would have hit him but I quietly moved to where I was seated and went on with watching the drama. Nestor took a seat as well and I hit him instead. “What was that for?” he asked.
“I only looked away and kept eating my popcorn.
“What’s next,” I asked like nothing just happened.
“You keep hiding, they are now mad for blood and probably want your head on a silver platter,” Brandon stated. I only nodded. We were one weird set of friends, just like that we had forgotten about the kiss. Nestor was somehow used to our weirdness.
“Too bad, I will not get the opportunity to hear about the story,”
“Shut up!” I yelled at him.
