The Young, Rich, and Vindicitve

Chapter 2

Author's Note: Aw, hey readers. Honestly, I'd consider this a second part to chapter one, but I'm just going to go ahead and label it chapter two, that's really my only excuse for it being under 3,500 words. Because I like to have my chapters at least that length, but sometimes I can't think and get frustrated. But, weyhey anyways. I've posted the outfit for this chapter on Polyvore, like I will be doing frequently, for the following ones. Also, you can check out this story on Fanfiction.net . I expected to get this chapter out sooner, but I got sick, and was to weak to even think about writing, or typing. So, I apoligze for any grammar mistakes, I did my best searching through and trying to find the majority of them. But, I give you an update now. Enjoy! xoxo

Note; I don't own Teen Wolf or the characters. I only own Abby.

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The day had passed faster than I wanted it to. Even the school is a bore, I'd rather be at school, right now. Rather than getting ready for a party I had no idea about, until yesterday. If I'd known maybe a week in advance, I'd be fine. But, I felt rushed. I was trying to look my best and find nice clothes, all the while getting things ready for the party. I'd manage to get most of everything set up, without any help. Jackson was to busy trying to look perfect and Lydia, well you should already know how Lydia is. But, let me not be hypocritical about this, because I'm the same way. I just feel like I'm doing everything by myself, and really, I am.

The alcohol were set in the coolers outside on the white tables I had set up. God, did we have a lot of alcohol. I don't think our step parents cared if we drank. I mean, they were hardly ever there, at the house. So, I guess it didn't matter. Jackson was a complete asshole when he was drunk, though. Me, I was just a big drunk, wasted mess. The first guy to wink at me, or say something nice would probably get me out of my dress. If that makes me sound like a whore who lost her virginity to a tool who just wanted some ass, think again. Because, if you really need to know, I'm still a virgin, with no boyfriend. I've had maybe one boyfriend, through my whole life, honestly. It was Danny, way before he told me he was gay. Maybe that's why we were so close, we shared a lot of our first together. This was around seventh grade, though. I've been single ever since. Relationships scare me, it's like I have an acute phobia to people that get close to me.

I grabbed the necklace on my dresser to finish off my outfit. A floral, long sleeved crop top, black high-waisted shorts, and my favorite boots. I tried not to look to done up, even though most of the time that's what I was going for. It was a Friday night, I just wanted to relax and have fun. But, apparently the night was incapable of letting that happen, because I was still setting things up, by the time the doorbell first rang.

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Allison had brought the boy and that Stiles guy. Stiles avoided eye contact with me, and I continued to set up the things. Jackson rushed down the stairs as he was putting on a tie. Talk about formal, I don't see how Jackson dresses himself every morning, to be honest. "What are those two jokes doing here?" He asked as Lydia helped him with his tie. "I told Allison to come early," Jackson interrupted Lydia, "So she brought Scott?" Lydia nodded and tightened the tie a little to much, on purpose. "That's her date. Deal with it." Jackson rolled his eyes, and pointed at thumb behind him towards Stiles, "What about him?" Lydia shrugged, "I guess he decided to tag along." Jackson ran his fingers through the front of his hair, "These two dumb asses better not ruin my party."

I let out a sarcastic laugh, and it was louder than I meant it to be, "Your party?' I asked, a slight hint of anger creeping through my voice, "I've set up this whole thing, so it's my party, more or less. I haven't seen you do anything, but try and look pretty. I've managed to set all this up, and get dressed, withing two hours. So, if anything, it's my party. Case closed." Jackson mouth hung open slightly, "But, we're twins, so that means we share things, right?" I laughed at what he'd just said. "No." He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug that could probably break my spine if he squeezed me any tighter. "I'll pay you, alright?" Jackson whispered in my ear, and I smirked a little, "Thanks for setting it all up." I pushed him away playfully, "Two hundred?" I asked, and I heard Jackson sigh a mumble something under his breath, "Fine."