Blinded by love: ch 1

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Judge whitman's old grey eyes glared at me with irritation I guess you would be too if you've see the same person in your court far to many times. But what can I say I can't stay out of trouble long enough to save my life. I like to think of it as a god givin talent. I returned his glare with one of my bored stares. After an amusing staring contest he cleared his troat.

"Chase Marks, I am tired of seeing you in my court, every time I come in this room your sitting in that chair. We might as well engrave your name on it." he rubbed his eyes with is thumb and index finger beneath his glasses. I smirked at that

"well your hounor, I personaly think you should put ladys man instead of chase, I like to keep my Identity a secret. You know keep them guessing" I said.

"Well if you wanted to keep it a secret your doing a terrible job with all the law braking you do" He took a deep breath. " what happened this time" he said with a heavy sigh.

"your asking me? Well, for starters I-" I was cut of by a pull to my arm, Forcing me in my seat. I snapped my head to my right to see my tight lipped lawyer.

"no he was asking you! Now sit down and shut up!" He whispered harshly. For those of you who are wondering why my lawyers being a jack ass. Well thats because...wait for it... dramatic drum roll please... He's my father. Yep you weren't excpecting that now were you? Yeah, dear old dad is my lawyer, and I love it!! (*note sarcasm*)  

I slouched back in my chair as I watched the bailiff hand over my file to old man whitman. I snickered when his face twisted from annoyance to shock. His head turned towards me in disbeleif.

"Please tell me I'm reading someone elses file." He directed it at me.

"Well does it have my name on it?" I asked knowing my signiture smirk was plastered on my face; just for his annoyance. Rolling his eyes, he threw the folder on his desk.

"What in the sam hell were you thinking; stealling a police cruser?!" He shouted, I guess he was loosing his pacience.

"A joy ride?" I responded with a careless shrug. His flat expression made me smile.

"And on top of that you were attempting to steal a bottle of alcohol."

"well I was getting arrested anyway might as well have gone all out" I heard a few snickers from the spectators behind me. They were enjoying the show.

"chase if you don't shut your mouth I swear to all that is good in this world" my father threatened. I rolled my eyes at him. He's just mad that I'm making it look like he's a bad parent. I didn't ask him to defend me. I kept quiet just cuz I didn't want to hear it when I go home, well thats if I go home today.

My attention was drawn to the judge as he let out a exsasperaded sigh.

"Chase Marks" I looked up at the judge as I awaited my fate. "I have given you countless warnings, I've even given you community service but you still do these frivolous antics. Your lack of seriousness is starting to grate my nerves and since you seem to not care about my constant warnings I'm going to give you just what you want." I raised an eyebrow, oh this is going to be good. "I'm sentencing you to three years and since your turning eighteen in a week you'll be going to the state penitentiary instead of juvenile hall" he started to pick up his gavel when my father quickly stood.

"Your hounor! Before we send him to a penitentiary wont you consider giving him another chance?" Old man whitman raised a bushy brow at him in disbeleif as did I.

"Mr. Marks I understand this boy is your son but he has shot down every warning I throw in his path. He's a repeat offender, he's be in and out of jail and theirs nothing I can do but give him his just reward for his delinquent behavior." He argued.

My father nodded giving me a sideways glare 

"Yes your hounor I do understand but I would like to take his punishment into my own hands." Confused I look back and forth between him and the judge. My father and old man whitman were friends so I guess thats why he didn't shut my father down, instead he leaned back into his chair and peered at him in amusment. He wasn't the only one, this should be interesting.

"And what did you have in mind Mr. Marks" he asked. My father shifted on his feet.

"I was thinking he could do some labor work" I raised an eyebrow at that.

"Labor? As in..?" Judge said.

"As in gardening, construction, looking after animals, cleaning all of that." I widened my eyes. What do I look like a slave? He's gone off his rocker. I'd rather take my chances with prison fending off butt rapers than suffer with what dear old dad had in mind. He knew how much I hate it when I'm forces to work. I can't stand to be told what to do! But I guess going to prison would be kind of the same. I glanced over at whitman and realized he noticed my reaction to that. I sly smirk grew on his face. I narrowed my eyes as I watched him grab his gavel again.

"All right I'm sentencing you to labor work for the summer but if I see you, or if I hear that you got in trouble again within that time your eariler sentence will be resumed. I don't want to see you in my court room again Am I understood?" He threatened giving me a challanging look. I didn't answer just stared at him.

"Yes your hounor he understands completley." My father answered with narrowed eyes directed at me.

"Then it's settled" the sound of the gavel made me jump a little. Everyone stood to leave but I stayed seated. I had to work this summer? Well I guess thats what I get for stealing a cop car, It was fun though.

"come on" my father whispered harshly. A smirk slide on my face. Slowly I stood and followed him out the door. I caught sight of the bailiff, forgeting my father for the moment, I walked over towards him.

"Hey jeff" I said once I reached him. He was a pretty cool guy, he was only a couple of years older than me. I remember when I was fifteen, he was the bailiff then to. This was at the time when courts and judges scared the crap out of me but I hid it as well as I could. I remeber I was on the verge of throwing up from the thought of going to jail. Jeff told me it would be ok and told old man whitman I should get a drink of water. Ever since then jeff has been like a big brother to me always had my back. He told me to call him if I ever got in trouble. But I never really called unless I was drunk off my ass and needed a ride or bail but I always paid him back.

Jeff turned to look at me with a small smile. "hey kid, can't stay out of trouble can you?" This caused me laugh.

"Man this place is like a second home to me" I joked. Jeff shook his head, "so hows the wife? I asked.

"Good, grace just gave birth to a healthy baby boy yesterday." He said excitment written all over his face.

"Congrates! Hey why aren't you with her then?" He gave me a you-know-why-look as we started to make our way outside.

"Maybe its because of the trouble maker next to me?" I placed my hand over my heart in a mocked fashion.

"I hate to be your buzz kill man. why didn't you take the day off or something?" I asked.

He shrugged "I knew you would be here and I had to see what you did this time. A police cruser man? You couldn't have just stuck with the bottle? You had to go all out didn't you?"

"You know me if im going out I got to go out with a bang." He lauged. We stood oitside and I could see my impacient looking father about to blow a gasket. "hey man I'll see you later k" I said walking over to the car. Before I got in the car I heard jeff

"lets hope its not soon" I chuckled as I slide in the back seat.

The car jerked forward as we drove off. I watched the senary pass trying to distract myself from the very pissed presence sitting next to me. I heard his heavy sigh

"Why do you do this to me?" He asked sounding exsasperated. "do you do it to test me? or is it you want to annoy me to no end?"

I turned to face him, "Not everthings about you" I said through cleenched teeth.

"Well would you please explain to me why the hell you would take a damn cruser on a 'joy ride'?!" His voice raising with every word and stressing 'joy ride'. I glared at him but didn't answer.

He shook his head, "I'm tired chase. You need to stop doing this and grow up. How would your mother feel if she knew that you're constantly in and out of jail?"

"Don't bring her into this!" I shouted. He dare make me feel guilty. we glared at each other. I noticed the ticking in his jaw something I inherited from him which ment he was iching to punch something but I knew he wouldn't he just took a deep breath.

"Chase I'm sending you to tony's house for the summer. Your going to listen to everything he says and do what he tells you to. Are you listening to me?!" I ignored him by staring blankly out the window. This summers is going to suck.