"Hello. I was told I might be able to find Jack Sullivan here?" A young
man asked the bartender at Tibby's. The bartender shook his head.
"I would go and ask that group of kids there. That's his usual crowd that he comes in with." The young man nodded and headed over to the rowdy group by the pool table. He eyed the girl who had just finished her turn.
"Maybe this whole thing won't be so hard. At least I might get eye candy out of the whole deal." He shrugged that thought out of his head and headed over to the boy who looked the most knowledgeable.
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Dodger looked up from the pool table to see a dark haired young man heading over in their direction. He was pretty cute, and looked about 21 or so. She nudged David who was standing next to her and looked pointedly towards the young man. The man spoke before David had a chance to.
"Hello. My name is Andrew Ripper and I was told that you might be able to help me locate Jack Sullivan."
"Is this guy in the FBI or something?" Shot muttered to Race, motioning to the jagged scar that ran across his right hand. Race shrugged.
"Never seen him before." Race replied.
"What do you want with Jack?" David asked him.
"Let's just say I have some family business that concerns him and of which he is unaware." Looking at the suspicious faces of Jack's friends. "In other words, I'm his half brother." (Dum dum!)
"Really? You're Jack's half brother? Funny, he never mentioned anything to us about any siblings." Dodger said. Andrew turned towards her.
"And you are?" He asked, rather snobbishly.
"Dodger McClure. I work for the crime department on the Fairmont Police Force."
"Very sexy. I like chicks who know how to hold their own." He moved towards her as David put his arm around her.
"She is sexy." He reasserted. "But you would never know." Dodger shot a look at David that would've killed him while moving away from his grip.
"I'll take you to his parents' house." Dodger said.
"Does he still live with his parents?" Andrew asked surprised.
"You would too if you've seen this house. Hell, Jack even has his own little apartment that he can go in and out freely in the back of his house. His grandfather takes care of everything." Dreamer spoke up.
"So they're wealthy?"
"Not exactly wealthy." Race said. "They just know how to manage their money well. Not to mention that they have connections in almost every market possible." Andrew nodded.
"Well, that's good of them. They're smart." Andrew said. "You'll take me there?"
"We'll take you there, Andrew Ripper." David said, taking Dodger's hand firmly in his.
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"Jack, stop." Sarah said, jogging to catch up with him as they turned onto Jack's street.
"What? Why can't you just leave me alone?" Jack asked, turning to face her.
"Baby, you really need to chill with this whole hatred of the Pulitzers thing. Face reality. You and your friends are going to have to deal with them some day." Sarah said.
"That day is not today." Jack opened up the gate that led to his backyard. He stood for a moment fiddling with his house keys.
"Listen, baby, sorry about getting you all upset." Sarah ran her hand along Jack's arm, ignoring the look of disgust that swept across his face. She started kissing his neck. "Now, do you really have that much of an early morning tomorrow?" Jack leaned down and kissed her awaiting lips. He smiled.
"I'm so evil." Jack thought. "I break up with this girl and then lead her on by having sex with her almost every night."
"What do you have planned?" He asked as he took off her blouse.
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Lucky stood nervously on the balcony as she watched Alle's champagne glass drop and shatter. "What do I do?" She thought. "Are these people really going to accept me back after I deserted them for the last three years?"
"Jaclyn!" She heard her brother, Josh, call out. She looked to the side and saw him coming up the balcony towards her.
"You said you weren't coming for another week at least!" Josh said, smiling warmly and embracing her.
"Thank you Josh." She whispered into his ear. Thank the Lord for her brother, he always knew exactly what she needed and right now that was most defiantly not an awkward situation.
"You have a lot of explaining to do." He whispered back, kissing her cheek.
"My plans changed. When you emailed me about Stress' birthday party, I decided to come early and surprise everyone." Lucky said, well aware that they had a large and captivated audience.
"Lucky!" Stress shouted, running up the stairs and almost knocking her friend over by her hug. "I've missed you so much!" She broke the embrace when she saw that her father and grandfather were behind Stress.
"Daddy, Grandfather. How are you both?" She kissed each of their cheeks.
"Jaclyn, we've been so worried about you." Her father started.
"James, this is neither the time nor the place." Grandfather Pulitzer said, addressing his son. Turning to her, "We will discuss this when we get home." Lucky nodded. She knew she was going to have to face this sooner or later.
Raven took her arm and lead her away from her elders. "Oh my god Lucky. I don't know whether to shoot you or to hug you like mad. I've missed you so much!"
Lucky laughed. "Don't decide anything until you've heard all that's happened to me first."
"Blink!" He kissed her on the lips. (A/N Platonic kiss!!)
"I've missed you taking money from me at the weekly poker games." He said to her.
"That can change very soon." Lucky reassured him. "Although I am out of practice at playing poker."
"Hi Logan." She said softly as she reached him. "My little heartbreaker." She thought. She remembered how Logan used to be, a different girl every week. A different girl every week until he realized that one of his best friends was in love with him. Lucky smiled. She got him to change his ways quickly. She knew though, that in the end, it was she that caused Logan's heartbreak. Leaving without saying goodbye to him, or even breaking up with him. Probably not the smartest thing she'd ever done.
"Hi Jaclyn."
"C'mon. We have to show Lucky some of the new people here." Stress said, sensing the tension between the two, reaching over and taking her hand.
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"Jaclyn, do you have any idea how worried we were about you? Two and a half years and not a word! You even closed your bank account at the Bank of Paris." Her father went on as she, her father and Grandfather stepped into the Pulitzer family limo.
"I know! I'm sorry! I should have contacted you guys, that was one of many mistakes I made over in France." Jaclyn said.
"One of many mistakes?" Grandfather asked.
Jaclyn took a deep breath. "Within three months of my staying in Paris, I met a very kind and wealthy person who had just graduated from Sorbonnes. I started dating him and we..we got married. I have a child. A little boy named Marc who's two years old. When I came to the Lynch's I left him at home with Mrs. Potts."
"You have a baby?" Her father exclaimed as her grandfather shouted, "You got married?"
"Yes. And I'm not married to Nicholas anymore. We divorced about six months ago." Her grandfather took a couple of deep breaths.
"Jaclyn, you know that no matter what we will still love you. But this is going to take some getting used to. I can't believe I have a grandson." Her father said as she nodded her agreement.
"What are you going to do here?" Her Grandfather asked.
"I'm opening an interior design and home accessories shop in downtown Fairmont and becoming the manager of the one in Manhattan called Lucky's. I worked at one in Paris and the manager offered me this opportunity. I'm also going to go to Fairmont University to finish getting my degree in business and management. My classes start tomorrow. And meanwhile, you don't have to worry about me staying with you. I'm looking for apartments starting tomorrow afternoon." Jaclyn said, looking worriedly at her parental units.
"Well, you have a plan. That's good. What exactly is your name now?" Her father asked her.
"Jaclyn Marie Pulitzer Manierre." She responded.
"Jaclyn, there is no need for you to move into an apartment. You know you have practically a wing at my house." Pulitzer said.
"I know, but I'd like to have my own place." She said, as they pulled into the long driveway that led to the Pulitzer mansion.
"So, where is this grandson of mine?" Her father asked, rubbing his hands together.
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Lucky turned a full 360-degree circle in front of her mirror. "You promise I look okay?" She asked Raven and Stress, who had come to advise her on what to wear for her first day at FU. She assessed herself as she pulled down her tee shirt. She had on tight khaki capris that flared just below the knee, with a short black tee shirt over a longer blue shirt. She had borrowed Stress' black flip flops which added another inch onto her 5'7 frame. She had put on a black headband that tied at her neck., with a few wisps of hair in front of it which gave it that messy look.
"Although that's not exactly what I'd normally wear, you look gorgeous!" Raven said as Stress nodded her agreement.
"Why are you so worried?" Stress asked, flopping down on Lucky's queen size bed. "You're a Pulitzer.
"And Pulitzers are always strong!" The three girls said, repeating one of Mr. Pulitzer's favorite sayings.
"But I don't want people to like me just because of my last name or how much money I have." Lucky said.
"So I know you gave us the lowdown on what happened in Paris but you promise you'll tell us more after your classes? And we get to meet your son and see pics of your ex-hubby over in Paris?" Stress asked. Lucky nodded.
"And stop chewing your fingernails!" Raven shouted., throwing a pillow at her. "I know you always do that when you're nervous but you'll do fine! What classes are you taking again?" "Today I only have European History and tomorrow I have Interior Design in the morning and then Business Management in the afternoon. And the day after that I have Economics." Lucky took a deep breath. "Alright. I'll meet you both at 5 at your house, Rave. I'll also pick up a movie that we can watch later." She kissed them both on the cheek and gathered her things. "Bye!"
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Sarah opened her eyes and rolled over. She remembered last night in a blur as she pulled on one of Jack's old tee shirts and a pair of clean boxers and went to make some coffee for herself. A green sheet of paper on the table caught her eye. It was Jack's course schedule.
"So that's where he is." She mused as she read it. This morning he had rushed off to his European History class and tomorrow he had a Business Management class. "Oh well, just one more semester and he's all mine again. And then we'll get married and I'll finally be a Sullivan, something I always knew I was destined for."
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Lucky walked into the lecture hall and took a seat next to two talking girls. "Hi." She said, trying to be friendly. "I'm Jaclyn Manierre." The girls paused in their conversation and gave her a once over.
"My name's Christina Dolson." The girl farthest from her said. "And this is Crystal. To our contemporaries we're known as Gin, and Books."
"My nickname is Lucky." Lucky said, smiling. "Have you heard anything about this professor?"
Gin looked at the other two and licked her lips. "I've heard he's absolutely delicious and about 26." The other girls' ears perked in interest.
"Its not right to be infatuated with your professor." Books protested. "Have you guys seen that new Harrison Ford movie that just came out?"
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Jack hurried into his class, praying someone would be in there that he knew. He saw Crystal Sawyer who was friends with Sarah and sometimes would hang out with them in the middle of two girls. One he recognized as Christina Dolson and the other one he had never seen before. He looked at her closely. She was gorgeous! He smiled. Fresh meat.
"Hi Crystal! Hi Christina!" Jack said, sitting down next to the mystery girl. They smiled flirtatiously at him. "I don't believe we've met. The name's Jack Sullivan."
Lucky turned and looked at him. "My name's Jaclyn Manierre." He was pretty cute, she thought to herself... and a Sullivan, someone her grandfather would completely disapprove of.
"I pretty much know everyone in town. How come I've never seen you before?" Jack asked.
Lucky smiled shyly. She was going to have fun with him. "I just moved to Fairmont last week from Paris."
"Paris? Never been there. How come you don't have a French accent?" Jack asked, draping his arm casually over the back of her chair.
She laughed. "You caught me! I'll admit it. I just moved to France three years ago to study at the university. And then I got an unbelievable opportunity to open an interior design and house accessories store here in Fairmont called Lucky's. So here I am finishing my education." "A girl who knows how to handle business, her education and a social life? Sounds too good to be true." Jack said, winking.
She looked at him coyishly. "Actually, I really haven't gotten a chance to expand my social life here. I haven't met too many people here who are my age."
"Well I can easily solve that problem. There's going to be a party at my place in a couple of nights. I would be honored if you'd be my date?" He suggested.
"Your date? But you barely even know me!" She protested.
"How about we get to know each other better? Coffee at Starbuck's after class?" Jack asked.
A million thoughts were racing through her head at the moment. One, how attracted she was to this ladies man, which led her to thought number two. He was a Sullivan, she knew that. She was a Pulitzer, he didn't know that and if he did, she would bet her whole inheritance that he wouldn't even be in that class if he knew a Pulitzer was going to be in it. He hated all of them, especially her. She reminded when she was in 7th grade and someone had filled her locker with monopoly money and a sign saying 'Spread the Wealth.' And then during her junior prom, someone had dedicated a song to her. And it wasn't just any song, the song was "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks. Yet two more instances where she would bet her inheritance on the fact that Jack Sullivan was behind those, those hate crimes. And someone at that party was bound to recognize her, but then again she had been gone three years and she had certainly changed a lot during that time. And the thought at the back of her mind was whom she was going to tell. She smiled at him.
"I'll think about it and let you know at the end of class. How's that?" Revenge was sweet, especially if it meant breaking her enemy's heart in the process.
"I would go and ask that group of kids there. That's his usual crowd that he comes in with." The young man nodded and headed over to the rowdy group by the pool table. He eyed the girl who had just finished her turn.
"Maybe this whole thing won't be so hard. At least I might get eye candy out of the whole deal." He shrugged that thought out of his head and headed over to the boy who looked the most knowledgeable.
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Dodger looked up from the pool table to see a dark haired young man heading over in their direction. He was pretty cute, and looked about 21 or so. She nudged David who was standing next to her and looked pointedly towards the young man. The man spoke before David had a chance to.
"Hello. My name is Andrew Ripper and I was told that you might be able to help me locate Jack Sullivan."
"Is this guy in the FBI or something?" Shot muttered to Race, motioning to the jagged scar that ran across his right hand. Race shrugged.
"Never seen him before." Race replied.
"What do you want with Jack?" David asked him.
"Let's just say I have some family business that concerns him and of which he is unaware." Looking at the suspicious faces of Jack's friends. "In other words, I'm his half brother." (Dum dum!)
"Really? You're Jack's half brother? Funny, he never mentioned anything to us about any siblings." Dodger said. Andrew turned towards her.
"And you are?" He asked, rather snobbishly.
"Dodger McClure. I work for the crime department on the Fairmont Police Force."
"Very sexy. I like chicks who know how to hold their own." He moved towards her as David put his arm around her.
"She is sexy." He reasserted. "But you would never know." Dodger shot a look at David that would've killed him while moving away from his grip.
"I'll take you to his parents' house." Dodger said.
"Does he still live with his parents?" Andrew asked surprised.
"You would too if you've seen this house. Hell, Jack even has his own little apartment that he can go in and out freely in the back of his house. His grandfather takes care of everything." Dreamer spoke up.
"So they're wealthy?"
"Not exactly wealthy." Race said. "They just know how to manage their money well. Not to mention that they have connections in almost every market possible." Andrew nodded.
"Well, that's good of them. They're smart." Andrew said. "You'll take me there?"
"We'll take you there, Andrew Ripper." David said, taking Dodger's hand firmly in his.
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"Jack, stop." Sarah said, jogging to catch up with him as they turned onto Jack's street.
"What? Why can't you just leave me alone?" Jack asked, turning to face her.
"Baby, you really need to chill with this whole hatred of the Pulitzers thing. Face reality. You and your friends are going to have to deal with them some day." Sarah said.
"That day is not today." Jack opened up the gate that led to his backyard. He stood for a moment fiddling with his house keys.
"Listen, baby, sorry about getting you all upset." Sarah ran her hand along Jack's arm, ignoring the look of disgust that swept across his face. She started kissing his neck. "Now, do you really have that much of an early morning tomorrow?" Jack leaned down and kissed her awaiting lips. He smiled.
"I'm so evil." Jack thought. "I break up with this girl and then lead her on by having sex with her almost every night."
"What do you have planned?" He asked as he took off her blouse.
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Lucky stood nervously on the balcony as she watched Alle's champagne glass drop and shatter. "What do I do?" She thought. "Are these people really going to accept me back after I deserted them for the last three years?"
"Jaclyn!" She heard her brother, Josh, call out. She looked to the side and saw him coming up the balcony towards her.
"You said you weren't coming for another week at least!" Josh said, smiling warmly and embracing her.
"Thank you Josh." She whispered into his ear. Thank the Lord for her brother, he always knew exactly what she needed and right now that was most defiantly not an awkward situation.
"You have a lot of explaining to do." He whispered back, kissing her cheek.
"My plans changed. When you emailed me about Stress' birthday party, I decided to come early and surprise everyone." Lucky said, well aware that they had a large and captivated audience.
"Lucky!" Stress shouted, running up the stairs and almost knocking her friend over by her hug. "I've missed you so much!" She broke the embrace when she saw that her father and grandfather were behind Stress.
"Daddy, Grandfather. How are you both?" She kissed each of their cheeks.
"Jaclyn, we've been so worried about you." Her father started.
"James, this is neither the time nor the place." Grandfather Pulitzer said, addressing his son. Turning to her, "We will discuss this when we get home." Lucky nodded. She knew she was going to have to face this sooner or later.
Raven took her arm and lead her away from her elders. "Oh my god Lucky. I don't know whether to shoot you or to hug you like mad. I've missed you so much!"
Lucky laughed. "Don't decide anything until you've heard all that's happened to me first."
"Blink!" He kissed her on the lips. (A/N Platonic kiss!!)
"I've missed you taking money from me at the weekly poker games." He said to her.
"That can change very soon." Lucky reassured him. "Although I am out of practice at playing poker."
"Hi Logan." She said softly as she reached him. "My little heartbreaker." She thought. She remembered how Logan used to be, a different girl every week. A different girl every week until he realized that one of his best friends was in love with him. Lucky smiled. She got him to change his ways quickly. She knew though, that in the end, it was she that caused Logan's heartbreak. Leaving without saying goodbye to him, or even breaking up with him. Probably not the smartest thing she'd ever done.
"Hi Jaclyn."
"C'mon. We have to show Lucky some of the new people here." Stress said, sensing the tension between the two, reaching over and taking her hand.
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"Jaclyn, do you have any idea how worried we were about you? Two and a half years and not a word! You even closed your bank account at the Bank of Paris." Her father went on as she, her father and Grandfather stepped into the Pulitzer family limo.
"I know! I'm sorry! I should have contacted you guys, that was one of many mistakes I made over in France." Jaclyn said.
"One of many mistakes?" Grandfather asked.
Jaclyn took a deep breath. "Within three months of my staying in Paris, I met a very kind and wealthy person who had just graduated from Sorbonnes. I started dating him and we..we got married. I have a child. A little boy named Marc who's two years old. When I came to the Lynch's I left him at home with Mrs. Potts."
"You have a baby?" Her father exclaimed as her grandfather shouted, "You got married?"
"Yes. And I'm not married to Nicholas anymore. We divorced about six months ago." Her grandfather took a couple of deep breaths.
"Jaclyn, you know that no matter what we will still love you. But this is going to take some getting used to. I can't believe I have a grandson." Her father said as she nodded her agreement.
"What are you going to do here?" Her Grandfather asked.
"I'm opening an interior design and home accessories shop in downtown Fairmont and becoming the manager of the one in Manhattan called Lucky's. I worked at one in Paris and the manager offered me this opportunity. I'm also going to go to Fairmont University to finish getting my degree in business and management. My classes start tomorrow. And meanwhile, you don't have to worry about me staying with you. I'm looking for apartments starting tomorrow afternoon." Jaclyn said, looking worriedly at her parental units.
"Well, you have a plan. That's good. What exactly is your name now?" Her father asked her.
"Jaclyn Marie Pulitzer Manierre." She responded.
"Jaclyn, there is no need for you to move into an apartment. You know you have practically a wing at my house." Pulitzer said.
"I know, but I'd like to have my own place." She said, as they pulled into the long driveway that led to the Pulitzer mansion.
"So, where is this grandson of mine?" Her father asked, rubbing his hands together.
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Lucky turned a full 360-degree circle in front of her mirror. "You promise I look okay?" She asked Raven and Stress, who had come to advise her on what to wear for her first day at FU. She assessed herself as she pulled down her tee shirt. She had on tight khaki capris that flared just below the knee, with a short black tee shirt over a longer blue shirt. She had borrowed Stress' black flip flops which added another inch onto her 5'7 frame. She had put on a black headband that tied at her neck., with a few wisps of hair in front of it which gave it that messy look.
"Although that's not exactly what I'd normally wear, you look gorgeous!" Raven said as Stress nodded her agreement.
"Why are you so worried?" Stress asked, flopping down on Lucky's queen size bed. "You're a Pulitzer.
"And Pulitzers are always strong!" The three girls said, repeating one of Mr. Pulitzer's favorite sayings.
"But I don't want people to like me just because of my last name or how much money I have." Lucky said.
"So I know you gave us the lowdown on what happened in Paris but you promise you'll tell us more after your classes? And we get to meet your son and see pics of your ex-hubby over in Paris?" Stress asked. Lucky nodded.
"And stop chewing your fingernails!" Raven shouted., throwing a pillow at her. "I know you always do that when you're nervous but you'll do fine! What classes are you taking again?" "Today I only have European History and tomorrow I have Interior Design in the morning and then Business Management in the afternoon. And the day after that I have Economics." Lucky took a deep breath. "Alright. I'll meet you both at 5 at your house, Rave. I'll also pick up a movie that we can watch later." She kissed them both on the cheek and gathered her things. "Bye!"
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Sarah opened her eyes and rolled over. She remembered last night in a blur as she pulled on one of Jack's old tee shirts and a pair of clean boxers and went to make some coffee for herself. A green sheet of paper on the table caught her eye. It was Jack's course schedule.
"So that's where he is." She mused as she read it. This morning he had rushed off to his European History class and tomorrow he had a Business Management class. "Oh well, just one more semester and he's all mine again. And then we'll get married and I'll finally be a Sullivan, something I always knew I was destined for."
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Lucky walked into the lecture hall and took a seat next to two talking girls. "Hi." She said, trying to be friendly. "I'm Jaclyn Manierre." The girls paused in their conversation and gave her a once over.
"My name's Christina Dolson." The girl farthest from her said. "And this is Crystal. To our contemporaries we're known as Gin, and Books."
"My nickname is Lucky." Lucky said, smiling. "Have you heard anything about this professor?"
Gin looked at the other two and licked her lips. "I've heard he's absolutely delicious and about 26." The other girls' ears perked in interest.
"Its not right to be infatuated with your professor." Books protested. "Have you guys seen that new Harrison Ford movie that just came out?"
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Jack hurried into his class, praying someone would be in there that he knew. He saw Crystal Sawyer who was friends with Sarah and sometimes would hang out with them in the middle of two girls. One he recognized as Christina Dolson and the other one he had never seen before. He looked at her closely. She was gorgeous! He smiled. Fresh meat.
"Hi Crystal! Hi Christina!" Jack said, sitting down next to the mystery girl. They smiled flirtatiously at him. "I don't believe we've met. The name's Jack Sullivan."
Lucky turned and looked at him. "My name's Jaclyn Manierre." He was pretty cute, she thought to herself... and a Sullivan, someone her grandfather would completely disapprove of.
"I pretty much know everyone in town. How come I've never seen you before?" Jack asked.
Lucky smiled shyly. She was going to have fun with him. "I just moved to Fairmont last week from Paris."
"Paris? Never been there. How come you don't have a French accent?" Jack asked, draping his arm casually over the back of her chair.
She laughed. "You caught me! I'll admit it. I just moved to France three years ago to study at the university. And then I got an unbelievable opportunity to open an interior design and house accessories store here in Fairmont called Lucky's. So here I am finishing my education." "A girl who knows how to handle business, her education and a social life? Sounds too good to be true." Jack said, winking.
She looked at him coyishly. "Actually, I really haven't gotten a chance to expand my social life here. I haven't met too many people here who are my age."
"Well I can easily solve that problem. There's going to be a party at my place in a couple of nights. I would be honored if you'd be my date?" He suggested.
"Your date? But you barely even know me!" She protested.
"How about we get to know each other better? Coffee at Starbuck's after class?" Jack asked.
A million thoughts were racing through her head at the moment. One, how attracted she was to this ladies man, which led her to thought number two. He was a Sullivan, she knew that. She was a Pulitzer, he didn't know that and if he did, she would bet her whole inheritance that he wouldn't even be in that class if he knew a Pulitzer was going to be in it. He hated all of them, especially her. She reminded when she was in 7th grade and someone had filled her locker with monopoly money and a sign saying 'Spread the Wealth.' And then during her junior prom, someone had dedicated a song to her. And it wasn't just any song, the song was "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks. Yet two more instances where she would bet her inheritance on the fact that Jack Sullivan was behind those, those hate crimes. And someone at that party was bound to recognize her, but then again she had been gone three years and she had certainly changed a lot during that time. And the thought at the back of her mind was whom she was going to tell. She smiled at him.
"I'll think about it and let you know at the end of class. How's that?" Revenge was sweet, especially if it meant breaking her enemy's heart in the process.