Deal

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8 years later

I sat in a quiet little coffee shop, staring at my newly painted nails. My hair fell in perfect curls down my back. My Michael Kors purse was in the chair next to me, because I didn't want it touching the nasty floor. For the past 7 years I've been the supreme bitch. I bully everyone, and I hang out with the stupid idiots who think they're popular. Do I like bullying? I'm not sure. It's become a daily norm. Ever since I was bullied as the little dorky girl with the comic books, I vowed to never let them bully me again, even if it meant becoming one of them. Hey, no one messes with you when you're top bitch.

As I continued to sit there, sipping my coffee, I felt a rush of cool air blow past me as the door opened. I watched as my favorite victim, Nathaniel Rose, and older woman walked in. I looked at him in disgust, biting back the usual hateful comments that I would throw at him. They walked up to the counter and ordered their coffee, and then stood there to wait. Nathaniel was looking around the coffee shop when his eyes landed on me. I glared at him, and he looked at the older woman, said something then walked back to their car outside.

Thank God that piece of trash is out of my line of vision, I was just about to go back to sipping my coffee when the older woman sat at my table.

"Excuse you! Why are you sitting at my table? I don't recall inviting you to come sit." I said, eyeing her.

She ignored my comment, "Are you Reece Moore?

Noticing I had chipped a nail, I pulled out a nail file, "Yes."

"Alright. I'm Lisa Rose. I work with your mother." She said, holding out her hand for me to shake.

I eyed it in disgust, and continued to file my nails. She awkwardly pulled her hand back and her face became serious.

"Look, I know your parents cut you off money wise, and I'm here to make a deal." She said.

I wanted to snap at her for even bringing up that I was cut off, but I wanted to know what this deal of hers was.

"Well? What is it?"

"Well, from my understanding my son is an outcast, while you are miss popular."

"I am."

"So this weekend when I go out of town I want you to hang out with him. Boost his ego a bit. I'll make it worth your wild." She explained

"So let me get this straight... You're gonna pay me, to baby sit you 17 year old son." I asked raising my eyebrow.

"No, no, not babysitting. Just, keep him company for the weekend." She corrected me.

I eyed her curiously. This was one of the strangest requests I have ever received.

"How much?" I asked, as I went back to filing my long nails.

"A thousand for the weekend." She told me, pulling out ten crisp hundred dollar bills. My jaw dropped and I stated choking on air. Holy crap! I could use the money since dad cut me off and I maxed out all my credit cards. A girl like me needs expensive stuff.

"Sure, you got a deal." I finally said, reaching out to shake her hand.

"Great! Now I leave tomorrow at 6 and I won't be back till Sunday night at around 11:50." She told me.

"So what do I have to do?" I asked.

"Just talk to him. Keep him company so he's not stuck in his room all weekend. Maybe he could start acting... normal." She told me, but it seemed she was saying that last part more to herself than to me.

I almost laughed at that. You can't turn a total dork into a normal person. That's like, virtually impossible. Once you're a nerd, you can't turn into a normal person. You're stuck in that cist pool. While people like me, a popular, is displayed on the highest totem possible. And just trying to turn someone like him into someone with any level of popularity is like putting makeup on a pig in attempt to make it pretty. It's still ugly.

"Alright, I guess I could do that." I told her.

"Great. I want you to be there at 8 tomorrow morning."

8? Are you serious! I usually don't roll out of bed until 12! She saw my shocked face, and dug into her purse, "I'll give you an extra hundred to show up on time!"

I snatched the bill from her hand, "It's as good as done!"




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