*~* Author’s Note *~*

Still not sure whether to do a Jolin point of view or not… hmmm… decisions…

Both pros and cons are about even and I am just stuck here so feedback would be much appreciated.

Thanx for reading!

Tink’s P.O.V

There is no doubt this is Jetta’s first time drinking and I’ve just got this gut feeling that this isn’t going to end well but I just cannot pull myself away from Caleb. He is so charming although a bit cocky but damn he is easy on the eyes. Why can’t he be gypsy? I wouldn’t be anticipating trouble in the very near future if he was gypsy.

Out of the corner of my eye I suddenly gasp as I see Jolin standing in the shadows staring at Jetta who is getting yet another drink. I really don’t like the way he looks at her and I know what sort of a person he is and it is not a very nice one. I’ve witnessed him beat a man within an inch of his life and have gotten a glimpse of his gun collection which would spook any clear thinking person but that damn Jetta was not thinking clear. I don’t know how the hell it is she couldn’t see the danger in his eyes.

I have lived here for five years and the few times I’ve seen him I have avoided eye contact because the one time I did it scared the hell out of me and chilled me to the bone. He was no someone you messed with and I don’t think you would even want him to notice you because he has eyes that could see inside of you and find something wrong and with his fists or guns he would make you repent. I fear that Jetta is in his sights and making things worse by egging him on. But Jetta is not someone you tell no to because she will rebel twice as much. I tried to warn her once but I’ve got to tell her why. But should I tell her in this drunken state?

Oh no! Jolin is headed her way now!

“Hey listen Caleb I will be right back.” I quickly say before power walking to Jetta who takes a long swallow of her drink and another and I can clearly tell that Jolin is going to make it there before me.

He reaches a hand out and I scream, “NO!” which only makes the people around me turn and look at me but it doesn’t even make Jolin or Jetta wince.

To my shock Jolin grabs the drink from her lips and tosses it at the wood wall before walking to the bartender who jumps over the bar and takes off running but is caught by the back of his shirt before he can get to the door. Jolin proceeds to escort him clear outside and I run to Jetta who is irate!

“That thieving ass hole!” she screams as she stands there with her hands on her hips staring at the door Jolin and left through.

“Sweetie we need to have a talk!” I say and proceed to escort her outside. Trying to escort her turns out to be dragging, carrying, pushing, and stumbling for she is everywhere.

Once outside I take her over to a tree where we can me alone and allow her to sit down and she is giggling as she looks up at the tree and says, “You should totally pick me an apple. I will pay you with a kiss!” the comment makes me snort and roll my eyes before I say, “Do you know Jolin?”

She shakes her head and  slurs, “But he is sexy with three xs. S e capital XXX y. But he is a mean jerk. Certainly not your hero type.”

Now I feel quiet discouraged, she is gone with the wind and I doubt she would remember what I tell her but I guess I can always tell her again. “Listen Jetta, you need to stay away from Jolin. He will seriously hurt you.”

“He all ready has.” She says and nods he head sadly and I gasp.

“What?” I hiss before demanding to know what he did worrying that he has raped her.

“He hurt my feelings, not once but other times. Did you know he blew black smoke at me?”

A sigh of relief washes over me and I slump back against the tree and let my nerves calm down and pretty quick I notice Jetta is softy caressing the skin on her legs.

“What are you doing spaz?” I ask and smile.

“It feels goooooood.” She moans making me chuckle.

“You are such a dork.” I tell her as she kicks off her shoes and relaxes even more. We sit there for a moment longer and she sits straight up as if in a panic and says, “Did you hear that?”

“No sweetie, but maybe we had better go. You are way past drunk now.”

“We can’t go anywhere Tinker, my superman isn’t here yet.”

Okay, this girl is not allowed to drink anymore! Where in the hell did this superman crap come from? “Jetta how many drinks have you had and how much have you ate tonight?”

She sways and rubs her arms for a moment before looking out into the dark before she started singing a song from footloose. “holding out for a hero” which makes me laugh until she stops singing and says, “Tink, I think someone was going to rape me tonight.”

“WHAT!” I almost shout as all my humor vanishes.

“What the hell do you mean someone is trying to rape you? Is it Jolin?” I demand

She shakes her head and then it looks like she is rethinking before turning her head away from me and doing the very unattractive thing. She vomits hard for five minutes and I keep expecting her to start throwing up her shoes because there is no way she has anything else to bring up unless she wanted to start getting rid of organs.

The only thing I can think is hold back her hair and rub her back. Damn drunks anyway.

When she sits up she is quivering and I try to hold her but she pushes me away as tears pour down her face.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you Jetta.” I say reassuringly. “I’m sorry to say though that I cannot help with a hangover.”

“Tink, something isn’t right.” She softly sobs as her makeup begins to streak.

“Its okay. Being drunk is a trippy thing.”

“She isn’t drunk.” A strange voice says in the darkness making me jump and when I see him I am filled with fear.

“We were just about to go home.” I say in a voice that I know betrays my fear.”

“No you’re not.” He insists as he gets closer and closer making me want to take flight.

“Just leave us alone. We are fine.” I say with all the courage I can muster. He doesn’t obey, instead he keeps coming and is staring at Jetta who has her knees tucked under her chin and her arms crossed over them shielding her eyes as she quivers and softly cries.

When he is right in front of us he drops down, still not acknowledging me and says, “She has been drugged.” And he moves her arms and puts a strong hand under her chin so she will look at him.

Drugged? Of course! It now makes sense with Jolin chasing the bartender out, Jetta’s strange behavior and jumping from emotions so quickly and I am the stupid one thinking she was just drunk but still I don’t want Jolin here trying to take care of her.

“Don’t touch her!” I say and he finally looks at me with hard eyes and replies, “This isn’t just some drug that you have to wait for it to run its course. She has been given too much and if you dn’t let me take care of her right now than you will be the reason she dies.

Whoa! Dies? Holy shit how the hell can that be? How can I kill my best friend at an Amish party?

I stand up and suddenly a hand grasps my shoulders and the tears begin to fall down my cheeks and I am left without knowing what to do.

“Its going to be all right Tink. Let Jolin take care of her.”

It’s Caleb that is standing behind me trying to comfort me.

“Caleb I can’t do that!”

“She will be all right. Jolin knows what he is doing and is going to take care of her.”

I turn toward Caleb as anger temporarily replaces my panic, “Take care of her? Like he took care of that man in town a few years ago? Or what about when he took care of someone’s watermelons? I’ve seen what that psycho takes care of and he isn’t going to kill me friend!”

All while I am going off on Caleb Jolin picks up Jetta and takes her away in a manner that makes me wonder if he is part fox.

When I turn around and see her gone and not a trace of her or Jolin I feel as though I am about to start hyperventilating but Caleb quickly wraps his arms around me and allows me to fall apart but not once does he let me fall too far.