The Court Chronicles (A Blog Novella) - Part II, Chapter 10

Chapters: 7, 8, 9

“Go head and answer it,” Garret nods to the phone in Jay’s hand.

Jay feels nauseous with guilt as he flips open his phone and forces out a, “hello?”

“Jay?”

“Veronica…”

“OK. Let’s not play dumb here. We both know what happened last night. Please be a man and spare me the bullshit,” Veronica demands.

“Oh uh…” Jay searches Garret’s face while he mouths what is she saying?

“Jay… I am so sorry. You have to believe me when I say that I never-- in a million years-- thought this would ever happen to me on a first date let alone ever in my life! Everything was going so well. We exchanged embarrassing stories, went to go eat at a local taco shop, and then bam!--I find thousands of dollars worth of premium mota in my trunk. Who am I? Sad Girl? Mi Vida Loca and shit? Please Jay, tell me-- is Garret mad at me? He has got to be pissed,” Veronica takes in a deep breath.

Jay lets a long pause play out as Garret shoves his shoulder. “Say something, stupid,” whispers Garret.

“Sorry Veronica, I am still in shock over everything. Um…uh…when Garret called me this morning to pick him up from the police station I thought I had accidently taken one of Nicole’s xanax again,” Jay jokes nervously.

“Again? She’s on xanax?”

Jay closes his eyes tight and doesn’t know where to take this conversation. He doesn’t want to be too cool with it and tip her off that he’s involved, but he doesn’t want to be angry and alienate her. He looks over at Garret who is waving his hands in the air in an unidentifiable motion. What does that mean?

“You know, maybe you should call him and try to explain things yourself.” Jay looks at Garret who is agreeing with large nods of his head. “Garret is a pretty cool character. You’d be surprised what he can tolerate.”

Veronica scoffs at the fact that she is now being “tolerated”. That doesn’t sound good. He has got to be livid. She agrees that talking to Garret would be the best thing. Her phone clicks and she realizes that Arturo is calling her. She rushes off the phone with Jay and picks up the other line.

“Arturo.”

“Hey cousin! What’s new?”

“I found the weed and had to call the cops.”

“I know. My boss knows too. What did you tell them? I know you are a rat. I could always smell it on you and your side of the family. Fuckin' putas, all of you!”

“Hey stupid, you are the one that hid that shit in my trunk without telling me,” interrupts Veronica plainly. “You are not exaclty a fucking criminal mastermind. Now listen up because I have something to tell you. I had noticed some of the drugs you put in there when I had stopped to get gas in Yuma; before my date at the golf course. You know? The stuff you hid where my spare was supposed to be?”

“Yeah.”

“I still have it. I got a plan-- one where everybody wins. When can you pick it up?”

“ Tomorrow.”

“OK, call me when you hit the state line,” she instructs. “Oh and hey! I am going to need a $500,000 storage fee for this mess you got me into.”

“Oh, so what—now you think you are all Billy-bad-ass or something? Listen bitch…”

Veronica hangs up on him. What she has is worth millions of dollars. He can afford 500 grand. She then calls Sergeant Howell.

“Sergeant Howell, speaking.”

“Hello Sergeant, its Veronica. Listen, I have been trying to reach my cousin for two hours and I haven’t gotten a hold of him. Could he have gotten word that I was busted?”

“Impossible. Only you and Garret came into the station and he isn’t involved.”

“Right.”

“You and your cousin hadn’t made any definitive plans to meet yet, right?”

“No we hadn’t,” Veronica replies to throw off the Sergeant. As much as she can’t stand her cousin; she knows they’d go after her mom if she sets him up. Besides, she had it all figured out and was confident she could pull this off.

When she had found the first stash—a kilo of coke and the 4 bags of ecstasy-- in her trunk she drove it straight to her ex-boyfriend, Octavio’s, storage unit. He was out of town so often he hadn’t had time to get his keys back from her. In fact, she was positive he didn’t remember she had them. She knew it would be a safe place, since the storage unit wasn’t in her name and they weren’t together long enough for anyone to remember she even existed in his life. Octavio was a part time lover--never there and only good for one thing, and even that wasn’t all that great. Veronica chuckled to herself as she remembered the time she faked a headache until he left her apartment, only to reach for her vibrator.

“What’s so funny?” asks Howell.

“Nothing. I can’t believe I am in this situation is all,” replies Veronica.

Focusing back on task she schemes that as soon as she gives Arturo the load of illegal drugs she’ll give Howell the run around. He’ll assume that somehow Arturo caught wind that Veronica was brought in by the police and skipped town. Everything would work out, she assured herself. Arturo will get his stuff, I’ll get some money, and mom will be safe.

“Ms. Nunez, give me a call as soon as you get a hold of him. We’ll coordinate from there. You should know you are doing a great thing. You are very brave. Women like you are rare-- beauty and guts. You are amazing.”

Veronica doesn’t know how to take that statement and she ends the phone call. Great, the last thing she needs is for Howell to take a special interest in her. Please don’t like me. I don’t want you to have a puppy love crush on me. She discounts it as her overactive imagination and prepares for her final phone call—to Garret.

Just as she is about to call she notices a text message from him.

Veronica, I know you are embarrassed. You don’t have to be. Meet me at Ace’s Bar on 4th @7pm. I can’t wait to see you.




At 6:50pm Garret walks into Ace’s to find Veronica already sitting at the bar. A tinge of jealousy bubbles in his stomach as he notices a guy leaning on the bar next to her. Tilting his head towards her, smiling obnoxiously, while shooting glances at her breast. She is beautiful, wearing a pair of hip hugging jeans, a tight v-neck sweater and her hair wept up so you could follow the soft skin of her neck to her elegant shoulders. She glances over and their eyes connect.

“Garret! We were just talking about you. Tom, this is my boyfriend Garret; Garret, this is Tom.”
Tom shifts his weight to face Garret and extends his hand as Veronica motions to Garret to get rid of him.

“Nice to meet you Tom, and thank you for taking good care of my beautiful Veronica. Now, I don’t want to sound like a prick but I have been waiting all day to see her and I really need you to get out of my way so that I can give her a kiss.”

Tom steps away from the bar and before Veronica knows it, Garret has her head in his hands and brings her in close for a kiss. Her heart pounds with intense pressure as she lets go into the moment and kisses him back. An undeniable attraction causes them forget where they are until someone in the back yells out, “Get a room!” Garret pulls back and asks with a devilish grin, “What do you say?”

They don’t say a word as they walk toward the elevator in Veronica’s complex. As the doors slide close, Veronica presses the button and Garret spins her around and kisses her passionately. Overcome, she forces him back and pins him against the wall.

“This is crazy, Garret…”

Looking past Veronica’s shoulder Garret says, “Um, I think we are at your floor.”

Veronica turns around to find the elevator doors have opened with the Wongs and their pomeranian starring back at them. Veronica moves Garret’s hand from her ass and turns around.

“Hello Shuping and Ed. Sorry we were—uh…” says Veronica as she grabs Garrets hand and leads him out of the elevator past the Wongs.

“You know this is an elevator, not a home. You do that in your home!” yells Shuping as the dog yaps in agreement.

Laughing, they run to her front door and rush inside. The second the door clicks closed, they find their way back into eachother’s arms and move quicly back towards her room peeling clothes off and kissing. Veronica sits on her bed to wrestle her shoes off, when she glances up to see Garret standing in his boxers starring at her in the darkness.

“Whats wrong?” She asks.

“You are beautiful.”

Garret walks to her slowly as Veronica inches her way back on the bed. He rests his weight on her and kisses her again. This time tenderly and slowly. He can feel very ridge of her lips on his as he explores her body with his hands. She runs her hands down the muscles of his back and kisses his neck and shoulder. She adjusts her body under his weight and wraps her legs around his.

“Are you OK?” Garret asks.

“Yes,” Veronica whispers back as she reaches for her night stand and produces a condom.

Garret laughs, “Very slick. Gotta love a girl that is prepared”

Once ready, she pulls him back into her and whispers something Garret can’t make out. He slides himself into her and finds a rymthm that syncs with the motion in her hips. She makes it no seceret what she likes. Moaning and sighing with every motion. Veronica lets herself get lost in the moment. She needs this release and she holds him even closer to her.

Garret straightens his arms and watches Veronica’s face as she arches her back and climaxes. He wraps his arm under the small of her back and brings her body on top of his. He lays back and watches her roll her body on top of his as he places his hands on her hips to guide her movements. The sight of her drives him crazy and he brings her back down to him as he finishes.

Veronica rolls off of him and rests her head on his chest.

“Garret, I want to explain something to you.”

“Not now. Just rest…”

Just then, both of them flinch when they hear a knock at the door.