SUCKER PUNCH 🛶 PACEY WITTER [book one]

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE

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AS punishment for their drunken arrest, Dawson and Heather had been signed up to work evening, weekends, and every free moment in between in order to help their mother start up her new fish restaurant. It seemed all the reminiscing at the Potters had brought her own dream forward. However Heather was thankful she already had another commitment that excused her from having her skin stained with the stench of raw cod, for she and Joey (along with the rest of the art department) had been commissioned by Principal Green to paint murals around the school that would exemplify the spirt and unity of Capeside High.

Heather smiled as she finished off her piece, taking a step back to admire it "This is the first real piece of art I've done since... well you know."

"Almost getting killed." Pacey filled in, tossing his arm over her shoulder as he too looked up at the mural.

"Right." She rolled her eyes but smiled "I don't know, I mean, I know it's for the school but honestly, I think I did this more for me."

Pacey smirked as the girl pulled away, beginning to tidy up her brushes and paint "You know, after Van Gogh chopped off his own ear, there was a rash of copycat mutilations amongst his students."

"Your point being?"

"My point being that the whole world reveres the artist, envies their take them wants to be just like them." He shrugged when she looked to him "So that's what I'm doing here. I'm hoping some of your genius will rub off on me."

Heather smirked "And here I was thinking you came just to spend time with me."

"You've always been misguided." He kept up the act, arms wrapping around her.

"Oh yeah?" She questioned.

He nodded with a smile "Yeah." He leant down for a kiss only to be met with the side of a paintbrush. The boy blinked as Heather began to laugh, wiping the blue paint from his lips before looking to her with a glint in his eyes "Oh... you are so gonna regret that."

"I don't think I will." Heather shook her head with a smile, walking backwards as he advanced. But when the boy began to quicken, paint roller in hand she was quick to turn and run "Pacey! No!"

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HEATHER let out a silent sigh, her head facing the inside of her locker as she listened to the boy leaning beside her "So, you and me, Friday night. What do you say, Doll?"