Corny Jameson (#Wattys2016)

Chapter Twenty-two

Evil Patricia

I walked out of the apartment I was staying in and snickered. Today was the day. I'd find someone to do my bidding, let them take the blame for it, then leave. It would be like I was never here in the first place.

I walked down the middle of the street instead of the sidewalk. No one would be driving down these roads because it's New Years Eve. Everyone is gone by now. They've either stayed in their house, or they've gone to do some celebrating.

As I passed the park, I scoffed. Who would want a rowdy little kid, anyway? They're expensive, they whine a lot, and they're constantly asking for something. I also can't stand the fact that Corny is having a baby with his girlfriend even though he's still in high school.

Why couldn't he do something like that with me?

He acted like he was bored in our relationship. Every time I tried to tell him something, he'd give me really vague answers and a grunt to show he's listening to me. Then when I'd look, he be on his phone, scrolling through Facebook instead of looking at me.

Rude, right?

As I made it to my destination, I opened the door and saw him standing there, behind the counter, hating his job.

And probably his life.

He was also the perfect candidate for the job.

He yawned when he saw me, rolled his eyes, but took his place at the cash register. "How can I help you?" he asked in a monotonous voice.

I smiled at him. "Actually, I don't need a smoothie. I need your help with something else."

He sighed. "And that would be...?"

I leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "I need you to get rid of someone for me."

When I leaned back, he had a small smirk on his face. "I can help with that," he said. "Who are we getting rid of?"

"Your half-brother's girl. She's pregnant with his kid and I can't stand the thought of it," I said, venom seeping into my words.

He grunted. "And what do I get in return?"

"The satisfaction of getting rid of her?" I offered. "Or," I leaned closer to his ear again, "you can have me."

His eyes darkened with lust. "Deal."

I smirked and shook his hand. "Pleasure doing business with you."

I turned around and started walking to the door, when he stopped me by tapping my shoulder. "Here's my number. Call me if you need anything, Patricia."

I bit my lower lip then smiled. "Oh I will, Grey."

***

Hey.

There's not going to be a long authors note this time because I have a headache.

3rd chapter today: Tell me your thoughts on it.

Ily

~ Phoebe