After the whole fiasco with the raptors, Owen and I went home. He was currently outside working on his bike while I am stuck in the house doing homework which is pointless. As much as Owen tries to be responsible and provide me with normality- he can't. Owen never checks my work. I know we don't have enough money to send me to college anyway, so I'll probably just end up working here, at the park, full time.

I am working on my history notes, that Owen won't look over. Finishing up, I heard a noise from outside. Like a car. Curiously, I went out on the deck. It was Claire Dearing. The park manager. Dressed in all white, and her short red hair straight and sleek.

"What do they want now?" I vaguly heard Owen ask under his breath. I'm thinking the same thing. I know it's not for Owen. They had a date and that didn't end up well.

"Mr. Grady, I need you to come..." She was really nervous and anyone could tell. "take a look at something." Claire explained, walking up. Claire took notice of me leaning on the railing, "Hello, Jess." She addressed. I raised my hand in a small wave.

Owen completely ignored everything, "Why are you calling me Mr. Grady?" Yeah, why? I mentally asked myself.

"Owen." She corrected, a bit uncomfortable. "If you're not too busy." She watched him sit by the bike.

"Pretty busy." Owen said picking up his coca-cola. I was resting my elbows on the wood, watching it go down.

"Mr. Grady isn't that busy." I leaned over and said to Claire. I had a tiny smirk on my face, enjoying this a little bit.

Owen picked up the dirty rag covered with grease and oil, turned his body and pegged it at me. My hand caught it before I hit my face. I saw Owen sigh and return to his bike while vaguely listening to the red head.

"We have a new attraction."." Claire tried to convince. I'll go. I thought to myself.

"That's not what you said the last time I saw you." Owen reminded her. My eyebrows raised at the uncomfortable atmosphere. He stood up and walked to her.

"I'm talking about the dinosaurs, Mr. Grady." She corrected, smart-Alec like.

"Owen." He corrected her.

A fly started to swarm Claire, annoying her. "A new species-" she swatted. "we've made." Owen caught it in his hand in one swift motion. Claire tried her hardest not to give him credit. New species?

My brother walked to his tool table grabbing something metal. "You just went and made a new dinosaur?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, it's kinda what we do here. The exibit opens to the public in three weeks and Mr. Masrani wanted me to consult with you." Claire explained. Owen approached her. I was beginning to wonder if they forgot about me.

"You wanted consult here, or-" he said with a boyish, smirk on his face. "In my bungalow?" Ew!

"Hello?!" I spoke up making myself known. Claire made a disgusted face.

"Yeah, that's not funny."

Owen laughed and headed up the porch steps. "Pretty funny." As he got up to my level he murmured, "Hey", to me and light punched my arm as he ran off to the back. I rolled my eyes. He clearly didn't understand what I meant.

Claire sighed and started again, not liking how long this was taking. "We'd like you to evaluate the paddock for vulnerabilities."

"Why me?" Owen shouted from the back, almost in a whining voice.

"I guess since Mr. Masrani thinks since you're able to control the raptors..." Claire said as she walked up the steps to the deck with Owen and I. I turned my body to face them. Control? Owen's doesn't like that term.

Owen came back to the front with us. "See it's all about control with you. I don't control the raptors, it's a relationship. It's based on mutual respect." I nodded my head slightly in agreement. "That's why you and I never had a second date." That, I was not expecting. Owen made his way back down to his bike, while Claire widened her eyes in offense and shock.

"Excuse me, I never wanted a second date." Claire clarified. I leaned forward in interest. Curiosity killed the cat.

"Who prints out an itinerary for a night out?" Owen asked. Itinerary? That's a but controlling. I looked back and forth between the two and raised my eyebrows at Claire.

"I'm an organized person." Claire shot back. Still an itinerary? I looked back at Owen.

"But what kind of a diet doesn't allow tequila?" Owen asked turning his head to Claire. I spoke up again.

"All of them, actually." I informed my brother acting as if it wasn't a big deal. Claire moved her hand in my direction as if saying, "you see?". Owen shot me a glare. I scrunched my face and mouthed "sorry".

"And what kind of a man shows up to a date in board shorts?" Claire shot back. I told him not to go wearing those, but does Owen ever listen to me? No.

"It's Central America, it's hot." Owen said defensively. They were arguing like children, I swear.

"Okay, okay. Can we just focus on the asset, please?" Claire changed the subject, clearly also done with their previous argument.

"The Asset?" Owen asked in disbelief. He stood up and walked to the bottom of the steps looking up at Claire while cleaning the grease off his hands. "Look I get it. You're in charge out here, you got to make alot of tough decisons. Probably easier trying to pretend these animals are just, numbers on a spreadsheet. But they're not. They're alive. Owen explained.

"I'm fully aware they're alive" Claire told him in an obvious tone. I'm still standing here, watching them go at it.

"You might of made them in a test tube. But they don't know that.They're thinking I gotta eat, I gotta hunt, I gotta -" Owen took his fist and slightly pumped in to the air a few times. I rolled my eyes and I saw Claire do the same. "You can relate to at least, one of those things, right?" Owen asked her, trying to get her to understand these animals are animals. Claire smirked a bit and headed down the steps, standing in front of Owen.

"I'll be in the car. And you might want to change your shirt. The animals are sensitive to smell." She casually sassed him.

"Can I come?" I yelled after her. Owen made his way up to change his shirt.

She thought it over for a seconded before answering, "I don't see why not." I smiled to myself and ran inside to grab my green jacket.

"Um, no. You have homework." He challenged. Yes, homework he would never check. He grab my jacket off the hook before I could.

"I finished." I smiled brightly. "Looks like I'm going." My hand yanked my jacket out of his hand and I ran out to go see this new asset.

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Okay y'all! Chapter 2 is rewritten :)

I have much better ideas that will make it better I swear!  And I updated Jess's outfit because the last one sucked tbh.

For Christmas I got a Jurassic Park t-shirt from my friend, Jurassic World body wash, and a Jurassic World calendar! I'm very excited...

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