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Chapter 28: Haven't You Ever Heard Of Miranda Kerr?

Chapter 28: Haven't You Ever Heard Of Miranda Kerr?

When the weekend arrived, believe it or not, I woke up nervous. I woke up nervous for two reasons. One, because tonight is the night when Wesley’s going to meet my family and two, because of what my grandmother told me yesterday. After she led me to the kitchen, I sat down and that’s when she starts talking. The first two words out of her mouth was a name. A name that I despise almost as much as ‘Samuel Watkins’. It was ‘Jimmy Camden’. Remember him? The guy who stole my daddy’s company right from underneath his nose. The guy that owns, in addition to Vandergeld Industries, Camden Corporations.

Anyways, I don’t know much about him other than the fact that he ruined—  at least, that’s what I used to think—  my life, he and my dad golfed together sometimes at Bayside like they were friends and didn’t secretly want to murder each other and that he has a son named Connor Camden who is pretty cute. Connor and I only talked a few times in my lifetime, he’s like, nineteen now, I guess, but we never had a thing. I mean, he’s the son of the enemy and I absolutely refused to throw myself into a Romeo and Juliet thing, because I think we all know how wonderful that turned out. His hot son is beside the point though.

What my grandmother told me was that Jimmy had suffered stroke and is pretty…messed up, and that they don’t know if he’ll be okay. Like, they don’t think he’ll die or anything, though. I mean, yeah, I felt sorry for the guy, but I didn’t see how that had anything to do with me or why that’s serious or why I should care. That’s when she said that in his absence, Vandergeld Industries is going to be under new management. And from none other than the Watkins family, which is truly disgusting, I think.

I don’t know why my parents just didn’t tell me that though. Speaking of my parents, I haven’t seen much of either of them this entire week, so something’s up with them, I guess, but I haven’t really questioned it. Not until now, that is. But because the company is now headed by the Watkins’, she says that it’s extremely vulnerable and likely to collapse under Sam’s parents. Which is depressing, very, actually because if they run the company straight into the ground, that means my father can never get it back and we can never get our money back. Not that I’m complaining about the current status of my life, because it’s kind of amazing, but still. Still though, knowing that Sam’s parents have the company for the time being makes me extremely nervous because V.I. is full of secrets about Spencer, my parents and I. Secrets that could potentially ruin our lives. Metaphorically, of course.

Currently though, it’s 3:30 p.m., and I’m sitting in my room, attempting to do some homework. My thoughts keep distracting me from the events of World War II, and I really can’t help it all. Although, I wish I could because I have an exam on Monday and I’m probably going to fail if I don’t get this homework done and learn the gist of what even happened.

My cell phone suddenly rings and I drop my neon pink pen—  my history teacher is really crabby about us writing in any color that’s not black or blue, but I would never use pens with such bland ink in them. Leaning over my open history book, I pick up my trilling iPhone and I goofily smile to myself when I see Wesley’s name and a picture I took of him sleeping in Chemistry class a few days ago. Is that weird? That’s not weird, is it? Or maybe it is a little weird. Then again, according to my adorable boyfriend I am weird, so I guess it’s justifiable.

“Hey boyfriend,” I chirp, answering the phone and lying back against the wall since this bed isn’t equipped with a headboard.

“Hey girlfriend,” Wesley replies, his tone a cheerful one. “How’re you?”

“I’m okay,” I reply, not wanting to elaborate on why I’m so nervous right now. “I’m not important though. How’re you? How was your visit with you father?” I ask him. So, yes, Wesley actually woke up at like, the crack of dawn (okay, it was like 7 o’clock, but still) and he drove himself all the way to South Tennessee, where his father’s high security prison is and visited him. And it’s not like I don’t trust him or anything, but I went over to his house earlier just to make sure that he didn’t actually just disappear for a few hours, because I know how he is and I know how much he doesn’t like his father. But because he held up his end of the bargain, I have to mine, which means that in a few hours, we’re all going to meet at some restaurant and have dinner while my parents and co. get acquainted with him.