Epilogue
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This Epilogue does NOT, I repeat, does NOT focus on Addelyn and Weston. Like I said, the last chapter was the final chapter. This is simply a tie-in to my the spin-off of Strictly Business. So again, it WILL NOT focus on Weston and Addelyn. This may be a little bit confusing at points, but I will give you the link at the end of the chapter, and it won’t be confusing anymore.
And on that note, please continue…
“Jocelyn, I thought we were done attacking Jackson.” I ask her through the phone, running a brush through my hair. “Plus the graduation party is in like ten minutes. What are you going to do?”
“Nothing too bad. But I figured that since he was moving, I’d at least be able to give him a small going away present. He at least deserves that.” She responds. I remember how ecstatic I was when I found out Jackson was going to live with his Uncle. Apparently, after the teachers found out about what he was doing to the student body, he was expelled a couple days before graduation. Last I heard, he couldn’t deal with the pressure and bullying from all the students in town, and decided to go apply for his GED out of state. Thank god.
“Is it a fire hazard?” I ask.
“Of course not!” She mocks offense. “But I happened to pass by Victoria’s Secret in the mall yesterday, and I saw most the perfect pink, polka-dotted thong, and I thought it’d really bring out the color in Jackson’s eyes. I’m sure a manly man like himself would appreciate it.”
I laugh, imagining Jackson in the thong. Not a pretty picture at all. Especially with those hairy legs. Starla needs to seriously work on those.
“Well make sure you’re back in time for the party. Kristina’s gonna pitch a fit if you aren’t there.” She laughs in agreement. I hear a car honk outside, and I peek out the window, seeing Weston’s truck in my driveway. “Gotta go. Weston’s here. And if you see Jackson, jack slap him for me.”
“Will do.” She says, as I hang up. I check myself in the mirror for the final time, before hastening down the stairwell, to the outside. I jump in the passenger’s seat, sending him a quick grin. He’s smiling as well, but there’s a hint of maliciousness behind it, like he’s hiding something that would be to my own detriment.
“What’s up?” I ask him uneasily. He just continues to give me that look, stone silent, before he pulls out of the driveway and onto the road.
I frown. “You’re going the wrong way. Kristina’s house is back that way.”
He doesn’t respond, but sends me a sideways glance, before continuing in the direction opposite from Kristina’s house. “We’re going to be late. Why don’t you just tell me what’s going on?”
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Strictly Business
Teen Fiction"It's so simple," I say. "All we have to do is pretend we're in love with each other. You know, hold hands, share Eskimo kisses and all that crap. And at the same time, we'll destroy Jackson and Kristina's relationship. Make them think that thei...
