~a/n: good morning all!! The boredom...it overtakes me..owies. Well here we
are, chapter 4, all warm and toasty and FRESHNESS SEALED FOR YOUR
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C h a p t e r F o u r
As Violet sat on the floor of James' bedroom, all she could think was, what now?
"How could my plan not work?" James was saying, shaking his head. "You're a pretty girl, so an idiot football player would at least see you as a nice trophy girl."
"That wasn't the problem," Violet insisted. The true problem was that James had come up with a half-baked scheme to help her, that they both knew that could never work, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings. "The problem was that Jojo wanted more than just a trophy girl."
James stared at her for a moment, and then laughed. "You picked JOJO? Out of the entire football team, you chose JOJO?!"
Violet shrugged. "He was the biggest, strongest looking one there," she said defensively.
"But don't you know anything about his reputation?"
"Well now I do; god, he practically smothered me in that movie theater and now he won't leave me alone."
James laughed again. "Maybe we'll have to enlist this Olaf fellow to protect you from Jojo. I can't believe you picked Jojo."
"It wasn't exactly the best of plans," Violet added. "We need something a little less likely to make him jealous. You don't know how dangerous he is when he's jealous."
"Alas, jealously is the green eyed monster," James said, nodding agreeably. "but I have no idea what else to do. Didn't you say you had a really smart brother? He might know what to do."
Violet waved his suggestion away. "Already tried him-he's still researching, but I'm not hopeful." She laid back against the floor and stared at the cracks on James' ceiling.
"We could always kill him," James said sarcastically. "the only way I can see out of this is death, either yours or his. Pick one."
"I have to say, I agree. There doesn't seem to be a permanent solution to any of it. It's all so...confusing."
James moved next to her on the floor and poked her stomach. "Don't give up yet, Violet. I know I may be an asshole, and a sarcastic bastard at that, but I'm not willing to give up on this, and I'm not letting you give up either."
She smiled tiredly at him. "Thanks."
He looked away, embarrassed, and tried not to think about how pretty she was. "So it's settled, then? We kill him."
"I don't think it'll be that easy. He's too slippery-I bet he could wiggle his way out of a straight jacket."
James clicked his tongue. "Straight jacket, not a bad idea."
They both laughed, and in the silence that followed they wracked their brains toward a seemingly hopeless cause.
C h a p t e r F o u r
As Violet sat on the floor of James' bedroom, all she could think was, what now?
"How could my plan not work?" James was saying, shaking his head. "You're a pretty girl, so an idiot football player would at least see you as a nice trophy girl."
"That wasn't the problem," Violet insisted. The true problem was that James had come up with a half-baked scheme to help her, that they both knew that could never work, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings. "The problem was that Jojo wanted more than just a trophy girl."
James stared at her for a moment, and then laughed. "You picked JOJO? Out of the entire football team, you chose JOJO?!"
Violet shrugged. "He was the biggest, strongest looking one there," she said defensively.
"But don't you know anything about his reputation?"
"Well now I do; god, he practically smothered me in that movie theater and now he won't leave me alone."
James laughed again. "Maybe we'll have to enlist this Olaf fellow to protect you from Jojo. I can't believe you picked Jojo."
"It wasn't exactly the best of plans," Violet added. "We need something a little less likely to make him jealous. You don't know how dangerous he is when he's jealous."
"Alas, jealously is the green eyed monster," James said, nodding agreeably. "but I have no idea what else to do. Didn't you say you had a really smart brother? He might know what to do."
Violet waved his suggestion away. "Already tried him-he's still researching, but I'm not hopeful." She laid back against the floor and stared at the cracks on James' ceiling.
"We could always kill him," James said sarcastically. "the only way I can see out of this is death, either yours or his. Pick one."
"I have to say, I agree. There doesn't seem to be a permanent solution to any of it. It's all so...confusing."
James moved next to her on the floor and poked her stomach. "Don't give up yet, Violet. I know I may be an asshole, and a sarcastic bastard at that, but I'm not willing to give up on this, and I'm not letting you give up either."
She smiled tiredly at him. "Thanks."
He looked away, embarrassed, and tried not to think about how pretty she was. "So it's settled, then? We kill him."
"I don't think it'll be that easy. He's too slippery-I bet he could wiggle his way out of a straight jacket."
James clicked his tongue. "Straight jacket, not a bad idea."
They both laughed, and in the silence that followed they wracked their brains toward a seemingly hopeless cause.