Chapter 42. Phase Three

Currently, there are two things that are really bugging me. Well, three. Definitely three things. Number one; my car smells of Dante. Even the cheap strawberry air freshener I purchased last week -- shortly after he ratted me out, isn't enough to mask that fresh, woodsy scent. It makes me angry. Every time I get a slight hint of it, I want to scream at someone. It will forever be associated with the smell of a snitch. Number two. Every time I see or hear about our precious Alpha Kurt, I have the strong urge to burst into song. No, it's not because I'm in a Bollywood movie and I'm serenading the love of my life. Actually, I want to bellow 'Can't Hold Us Down' by Christina Aguilera. Uncle Jerry has her CD in his car and I've pretty much memorised the sass-filled words. Hearing about his actions during the past few weeks, has made his presence unbearable. Finally; número tres. My irate father has demoted me from recruit training. Chastity and Uncle Jerry actually