Miss Jackson

Chapter 39

A/N: So I just got a new job so I won't be updating as often. I'll try to get in as many chapters as I can when I'm free.
"Hi, I'm here to see Pete" a woman who I've come to know as Meagan, Mr. Wentz's girlfriend says to me.
"Of course" I smile with a nod as I do with every person who says anything to me. I type in his office numbers on the phone and wait for the beep.
"Yes Miss Jackson?" He asks.
"Meagan is here to see you" I inform.
"Tell her to wait for just one minute please" he orders and I agree.
"It'll be just one minute" I tell her and she nods. She looks around my desk and then I watch as her gaze falls on my left hand and I question her confused look.
"You're engaged?" She asks.
"Yes"
"I never noticed...how long?" She questions.
"About a month or so" I shrug.
"Whats his name?"
"Brendon"
"How long have you two been together?"
Whats with the 20 questions? I sigh and answer anyways.
"Almost 11 months."
"Oh, whats he do for a living?"
"Hes a college professor"
"Oh, wow. That ring is very nice by the way"
"Thank you" I beam looking at her and then my computer.
"When are you guys getting married?"
"October of next year." I answer, not looking at her but at what I was doing.
"Thats a long time" she points out.
"I know but it gives us time to plan and save money"
Shes about to ask another question until Mr. Wentz beeps and asks for me to send her in and I do. Thank god, its not that I don't like her its that she kept asking questions that have nothing to do with her.

"Bren, this is the last box. After this we will have finally finished unpacking." I smile as I open it.
"Oh you mean after over half a year were finally finished packing" he says sarcastically.
"Ive been busy...don't make fun of me" I groan as I pull out the photo album. I open it up to look through it and my eyes fall on a picture of Brendon, he looks 17 or 18, hes wearing a blue shirt and red gym shorts, his hair is a gross between bowl cut and 2009 Justin Bieber and hes standing next to a guy his age, with longer brown hair
black checkered Pajama pants and a black shirt.
It takes me two seconds to burst out laughing at the picture of my fiance when he was fresh out of High School.
"What?" Brendon asks with a slight laugh coming around to look at what I'm looking at. "Oh? Oh god" he groans, blushing.
"What is going on here?" I ask still laughing.
"Just some old high school buddies of mine hanging out...no big deal."
"Who's that?" I point to the guy next to him.
"Spencer...my best friend all through out high school, there were four of us who hung out but he and I were the only ones who ended up staying friends until junior year of college when he got a serious alcohol problem and had to go to rehab, haven't seen him since" he informs me.
"Oh my god, do you think hes still alive?" I gasp.
"Maybe" he shrugs taking the photo album from my hands and putting it with the rest.
"Why did you never show me any of those pictures?" I ask, standing up.
"I dont know...its not relevant" he shrugs.
"You know all my old friends."
"All your old friends are your current friends, after high school we drifted apart...you know Dallon, Dan and Kenny. Those are my current friends. Just like I've met yours. Its not a big deal" he explains.
"I'm sorry...its just were getting married. I want to know everything about you. Even your old high school friends." I walk closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and giving him a smug smile.
"Alright D...if that makes you happy." He nods and then kisses my gently.