“Guys, let it go.” I stopped in front of my locker and turned to face the girls. “She’s the least of my concerns. Jackson is mine; and she’s just going to have to accept that face or I’ll just have to make it clear to her in a way that her tiny, little brain can understand.” I started switching out my books, trying to calm down. I was so incredibly sick of that girl and her snooty friends thinking they owned this place.
“I like this new you,” Jenna said.
“And if you need someone to help you make that little wench understand, you know I’d be more than happy to help,” Caitlyn offered.
“Thanks. I just might take you up on that. Do any of you know if she’s coming to the party on Saturday?” I shut my locker.
“Of course. I heard she’s wearing a Playboy bunny outfit. She stated very loudly in first period that once Jackson see her in it, there’s no way he’s going to give you a second look,” Hilary informed me. “I could probably get Cody to tell her that she and Dakota aren’t invited, but that runs into the whole team thing with Trey; and there’s already enough tension between Trey and Zak.”
A. L. Waddington grew up in a small town in Indiana and always had a vivid and overactive imagination. She loves music, playing sports, and can be quite mischievous at times. She has been known to play practical jokes on occasion and is a firm believer in the theory of organized chaos. She has a slight addiction to coffee and gummy bears. When she’s not hidden behind her laptop or buried in a book, she can be found working in her gardens, cheering on her favorite team, the Indianapolis Colts, or trying to lose that last stubborn ten pounds. She graduated with her BS in psychology from Indiana University Purdue University Indianapolis. A. L. and her family reside in Indiana.
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