Final Lessons

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Quick Reminders: Duncan, Carter, Finley, and Brady are the ones responsible for the tragedy of Lydia and her family.

Rebecca Beckett knows about the Deetz' murder, but didn't actually carry anything out. She knows her boyfriend Brady was a part of it though.

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University of Bridgeport

"Rebecca Beckett."

Rebecca got up from her chair and went over toward her teacher. She was giving back her final project. Rebecca handed it in over a week ago, but it was time for the final grade. Pass or fail. College sucked and art class the hardest. She thought it would be fun, but art was actually really hard. As much as people said it was in the eye of the beholder, the beholder was her teacher with criteria. She drew better than stick figures, but for anything else, it was really tough.

"It was . . . different," her teacher settled on. "Your imagination has grown tremendously over the year. I never thought you'd do something so challenging. You aced your final."

Rebecca eagerly took her art. What did she mean by her imagination soared? She looked at the project and just about dropped it. What the hell was that? It was some dark night painting, but like twisted with stuff out of Da Vinci. It was weird. She wanted to protest about it to her teacher, but she already got her pass.

She sat back down and noticed Brady's wink. No way. Really? She gestured to it and him. How'd he do that?

After class, they met by the locker's nearby. "How'd you make that wicked looking thing?"

"I call it tortured love," he joked. "We've got more than a few, and we'll be getting our hands on even more soon. No worries, okay? I sacrificed one precious piece for you."

Rebecca rewarded him with a hug and a kiss. "Thank you so much! I didn't think I'd pass finals, and I'd still be stuck in that stupid art class. I love you, baby. Those things are going to be worth a fortune and you wasted one on me."

"Nothing's wasted on you," Brady said, "as long as it's appreciated?"

"Definitely. I'll show you plenty of appreciation tonight." She gestured to his project. "What about yours?"

"I did my own." He showed it to her. "Drawing. Future. Big house, big car, and a wonderful little family in the background of it all."

Aww. "For your final project?" She placed her hands on her heart.

"Well, I didn't get into all of this for minor fun," he said. He grabbed her hands. "Tonight, we are having the best dinner around. I have a surprise for you." He touched her cheek. "Something your little freshman heart isn't going to be able to resist."

Peaceful Pines

"Do you want to come over tonight?" Prudence asked Bertha. "Celebrate the ending of this school year finally?"

"Yeah, I do," Bertha said. "We'll have fun. Only a little while longer before we. Well? Can't do that anymore."

"Yeah," Prudence said. "I know it sounds weird, but, I kind of wished we could have invited Betty Juice. I just, I haven't seen her since. You know." She noticed Bertha's odd look. "What?"

"She contacted me. She's out of Peaceful Pines," Bertha said. "I'd tell you how, but I should really keep her secret. We are all out of here soon," she said. "My folks found a great place near my accepted college. It's on the other side of America in California. It's going to be a blast!"

"Yeah. I'm going to New Jersey. We'll be pretty far apart," Prudence said. "I'll be sure to write."

"Yeah, like every day, and phone calls too," Bertha agreed. "We'll be great. It'll be great. New start."

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