Chapter Four
Disclaimer: I don't own the Pretender. In more interesting, recent, and relevant news, one plus one equals two and the price of eggs these days is increasingly expensive.
'Go on. I bet you a chocolate milkshake.'
Parker shook her head and laughed. It was the most amazing thing Jarod had ever seen. She was actually wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Jarod concluded that the main reason she had wanted to leave the Centre was to get out of those killer heels. They were in a small motel room on the road, miles from anywhere. It had been paid for with cash and was virtually untraceable but Jarod still had the curtains open and kept and eye on the entrance just in case.
'OK, you've got me out of the Centre, but don't push it. I am *not* converting to your style of eating.'
'Fine, I bet you a celery stick. One week.'
'Max two. Even for you genius boy. You're on.' They shook hands.
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TBC
To my beloved readers; I'm too busy writing essays to write stories, sorry. This will be my last post for I don't know how long. That's not saying that I've given up on this story though. There will be more, one day. Ironically, it is my English teacher who is crushing my creative spirit and filling my time with useless tasks that count for nothing in my final enter score, stupid cow, if I had a .44... I digress, apologies once again. I just though you guys had a right to know. Fare thee well.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Pretender. In more interesting, recent, and relevant news, one plus one equals two and the price of eggs these days is increasingly expensive.
'Go on. I bet you a chocolate milkshake.'
Parker shook her head and laughed. It was the most amazing thing Jarod had ever seen. She was actually wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Jarod concluded that the main reason she had wanted to leave the Centre was to get out of those killer heels. They were in a small motel room on the road, miles from anywhere. It had been paid for with cash and was virtually untraceable but Jarod still had the curtains open and kept and eye on the entrance just in case.
'OK, you've got me out of the Centre, but don't push it. I am *not* converting to your style of eating.'
'Fine, I bet you a celery stick. One week.'
'Max two. Even for you genius boy. You're on.' They shook hands.
###
TBC
To my beloved readers; I'm too busy writing essays to write stories, sorry. This will be my last post for I don't know how long. That's not saying that I've given up on this story though. There will be more, one day. Ironically, it is my English teacher who is crushing my creative spirit and filling my time with useless tasks that count for nothing in my final enter score, stupid cow, if I had a .44... I digress, apologies once again. I just though you guys had a right to know. Fare thee well.