The Badass returns (completed)

Chapter One:

Chapter one:

(Lexi's POV)

"Gabrielle, could you please pass me the salt?" Jason asked even though the salt was right in front of me and on the opposite side of the table to her. I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior.

"Jason, don't start," She growled, giving me and apologetic smile. I returned the smile before shrugging my shoulders.

"Don't worry, Gab. Your brother is just too stubborn to ask for help from anyone," I spat sending him a smirk.

"No, that's not it. I just don't want to be seen associating with someone who will probably try to make me choke on my food." he replied, glaring at me. I shrugged again.

"Don't worry. Everybody already knows what makes you choke and it definitely isn't the food." I had to hold back my laugh as his mouth fell open in shock.

"What are you trying to say?"

"You know exactly what I'm trying to say,"

Taking a deep breath, he regained his cocky attitude and smirked down at me.

"Just because I didn't take your offer up for free sex at the wedding doesn't mean I bat for the other team," he shot back. Now it was my time to be shocked. "It just means I have a little bit of class."

"If you think you can call what you have class, then you definitely need to go back to school."

By now all thought of eating meals at dinner had disappeared. Gabrielle and Tyson sat quietly watching the scene in front of them unfold.

"Why? What do you call class? Living in a house full of men where you can take your pick of whom you want and on what night you want them?" He asked. I stood up and glared down at him.

"You might think you are all high and mighty because of who you are but if you ever say something like that again, I promise I'll make you wish you never learnt to speak." I shoved my seat back before turning and marching out of the living room.

Realising I forgot my manners, I yelled "Thanks for dinner Gab," before I shut the door behind me.

Walking down the drive I realised that I didn't have a car because I had come with Tyson. This was just my lucky day.

Looking at the motorbike in the driveway, an idea came to my head. If he was going to be immature, then so was I. I spotted the keys still in the ignition and smiled to myself. 

You idiot, I thought to myself about Jason as I started the engine. Revving it a little, I placed his helmet on my head before pulling out of the driveway. Riding around in a dress wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world. The wind stung my bare legs and arms. 

When I pulled into my driveway I couldn't help but feel relieved. I was shivering and couldn't wait to get warmed up. 

As I parked the motorbike I couldn't help but think about how Jason was going to react. I knew he wasn't going to be happy, but I wasn't sure just how far he would go. I didn't know if he was going to be so angry that I should prepare for a fight. Would he just take it as a joke and ask for the bike back? Would he just move on with his life?

Well that question was a definite no. He was not the type of person who just moved on with life. He was the sort of person to hold grudges, the type that makes threats and sticks by it. 

I should probably be scared but the truth was I couldn't wait. I looked forward to showing him just how much of a threat I was. I think he was starting to underestimate my strength, so I was going to have to prove to him just how much of a threat I could be.

(Jason’s POV)

"Get out!" Gabrielle yelled, pointing towards the door. 

"Excuse me?" I asked confused. She couldn't be serious. 

"Get out of my house, Jason!" She shouted again. She was angrier then I had ever seen her. 

This was the first time she had ever kicked me out. No matter how big the fights usually were, she would just not talk to me for five minutes and then we would be back to normal. But for some reason I felt like this was far worse than any of those times. Why was she making such a big deal out of this?

"Don't be like that. Just yell at me and then I'll go up to my room like a bad boy and tomorrow morning we can pretend this never happened." I suggested, hoping that she would see me clearly. 

"No! I won' t have you in my house when you are so disrespectful to people. Go find somewhere else to stay tonight. Tomorrow you can come and get your gear." 

"You're really just blaming this on me?" 

"Yes, because you started it by acting like a five year old." Letting out a frustrated breath, I stood up and took the basket of freshly made buns from the table and headed outside. There was no use fighting with her now; she already had her mind made up.

I moved to the cushioned seat on the veranda and laid down. Placing the basket on my knees, I dug into the first bun.

I couldn't believe that she would choose that girl over me.

I mean seriously, I was her brother; the one person that had stuck with her through thick and thin. I had been there for her no matter what and she was just going to kick me out when she didn’t like what I did.

And she said that I was the one acting like a five year old. She needed to get a reality check.

I wasn’t a little kid anymore. She couldn’t force me to be friends with someone. I think that I am old enough to decide who I am friends with and who I’m not.

An hour later….

She still hadn’t came out to apologize. I was hoping that she might change her mind when she realised how cold it was. But she hadn’t.

Placing the basket on the ground I stood up and headed down the driveway. I might as well head over to one of the boys' houses then.

Where the hell is my motorbike? I thought to myself as I moved further and further down the drive. I was positive that I didn’t park it on the road. At the end of the drive I stopped and looked around me. My bike was definitely not around here.

Oh no she didn’t. That bitch. She stole my bike.

She did not know who she was messing with.

Grabbing my phone from my pocket I dialed the first number on my contact list.

"What can I do for you, Jason?” The voice asked.

"Take her down."