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"So what happened? How did it go?"

I hadn't been in the car for more than five seconds before Camille started to shoot questions my way. She ripped off her cap and glasses, staring at me intently.

"What? No 'hi Grace how are you?'."

She rolled her eyes at me. "Hi, Grace. How are you?"

I shrugged. "Can't complain."

"There we go. Now what happened?" She repeated slightly annoyed.

"Well, I got manhandled by some huge guy. The brothers stepped in and that was about it." I replied, leaning back in the seat.

"Good, my plan worked."

I narrowed my eyes in confusion. "What?"

She shrugged and started up the car. "I paid the guy to go in and harass you. Thankfully you followed the right path."

"Are you kidding me?!" I exclaimed as we took off down the road. She shook her head in response. "Do you have any idea how freaked out I was?!"

"Not really. And don't be so dramatic, it couldn't have been that bad."

I shook my head in disbelief and rubbed my forehead stressfully. "You have no idea."

"Look, that's not what you went in for. Did you meet 'em? I'm assuming you did since you came out with them."

"Yeah I met 'em. Which one did you sleep with anyway?" I questioned, turning to face her.

"Murhpy." She muttered, gripping the steering wheel even tighter.

"So, that means I'm supposed to get ..."

"Connor." She finished for me.

"Well that makes sense." I sighed.

"What do you mean?" She questioned.

I shrugged. "They're both pretty flirty."

"So, did Murphy hit on you?" The anger in her tone was enough to make me flinch.

"Maybe, I don't think so. He said he didn't blame the guy for wanting to touch me but that was about it." I reassured, trying to calm her down. The last thing we needed was her swerving the car because her sleeping buddy hit on me.

She took a deep breath and nodded, turning her head to face the road. "Good."

"So, I guess the plan failed." I shrugged.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, her eyes narrowed in confusion.

I tilted my head at her. "They didn't ask me to hang out with them or anything, that was the plan. Right?"

She laughed and shook her head. "No silly, not even close." At my very confused expression, she explained further. "All you had to do was meet them. Now the plan can really start."

"Christ." I sighed.

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"So you're whoring yourself out for your sister?"

I rolled my eyes at Jade's reply and leaned back into my pillow. "No. Not even close."

After finally coming home, I'd phoned Jade up to let her know about my sisters insane revenge-plan. Any other time I wouldn't have told her, but she was my best friend, and the plan could end up getting in the way of our 'best-friend-time' as Jade loved to put it.

"That's what it sounds like." She sang.

"Look, all I have to do is go out with this guy a couple of times and screw over his brother. Easy-peasy." I sighed, pulling my knees up to my chest.

She chuckled. "Sounds like. But I have to know - are they hot?"

"Gorgeous." I groaned. I'd never tell my sister I found them hot, but this was my best friend - I could tell her anything.

"Damn, think your sister'll let me in on this plan?"

I smiled in amusement and rolled my eyes. "Not likely, wants someone she can trust I suppose."

"Well that's a bummer. How old are these guys anyway?"

"25, 26. Not quite sure. All I know is they're a lot older than me. Which makes this plan even worse."

"Yikes. Well, be careful." She warned.

"What do you mean?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"I mean they could find out and turn the tables on you guys. Plus if this guy you're supposed to seduce is as old as you say, he'll be expecting a little something out of it. Are you really willing to take it that far?"

I paused in thought before replying. "No. Camille told me I wouldn't have to take it to that level. Besides, as long as I make out with the guy I don't think he'll object that much."

"You sound like a slut." She laughed.

"You can be a real bitch you know that?" I smiled.

"Yeah, but that's why you love me so much."

I rolled my eyes and sighed as I glanced towards the clock. "I gotta go."

"Alright, see you on Monday - bitch."

"Later, slut."

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I was in the middle of breakfast the next day when Camille walked into the kitchen, looking happy as ever. And to make things more confusing - she wasn't in her PJ's.

"Hurry up buttercup, we got stuff to do today." She sang.

I narrowed my eyes at her and swallowed the piece of toast. "Why so cheerful?"

"It's a nice day and I'm in a good mood. So what?" She shrugged, pouring herself a glass of apple juice.

"Well, usually this time of morning you'd be puking your guts up in the bathroom."

Camille turned and rolled her eyes at me. "Slightly over-dramatic don't you think? And besides, we've got a long day ahead."

"Camille, it's 12:30 and a Saturday. What you have planned can wait." I told her, shaking my head.

"Actually it can't."

I sighed and rested my head on my palm, turning to face her. "What do I have to do today anyway?"

"Not much. You just have to subtly run into the boys - again. But this time it won't be in the diner." She replied.

I narrowed my eyes in curiosity. "Where?"

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"You've got to be kidding me!"

I stared through Camille's car window at the obviously-Irish bar - McGinty's.

"Yep." She replied cheerfully.

I turned my head and narrowed my eyes at her. "No."

"Oh c'mon," She whined, pouting slightly. "It's not that bad."

My eyes widened in disbelief and I gestured to the bar. "Not that bad? I'm seventeen! What part of this isn't bad?"

"Uh...the spying part?" She asked sheepishly. I rose my eyebrows at her and she sighed. "Oh don't be such a drama-queen, you don't even have to drink."

I sighed and let my head fall back against the seat. "What do I have to do?"

"It's easy. It's about," She glanced at her watch. "7ish, so the boys should be in there. All you have to do is walk in and ask the bartender where the bathroom is. Then you have to make them notice you. They're weirdly friendly so they'll probably ask you to stick around, but only if you do this right." She pointed a finger at me warningly. "You'd better do it right."

I nodded, my eyes wide. "Sure thing. But what do I do if they ask me to have a drink with them? I can't exactly tell 'em I'm too young to drink!"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Of course you can, they'll just assume you're twenty or nineteen. It wouldn't be lying, it'd be an omission."

"Remind me again how you wound up working at a strip-club?"

She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Beauty gets more than brains. Now go in that bar and get this plan going."

"Sure." I opened the door but paused as a sudden thought hit me. "Wait a sec, is this why you spend the day whoring me up?" I gestured to my clothes.

"Hey! I did not whore you up. But you had that adorable high-school vibe going, we needed to give you a sexy vibe." She replied.

"Did you ever think that the 'High-School-Vibe' I have might be there because I actually am in High School?" I questioned.

She glared. "Just get in the bar. I'll be around the corner, promise."

I nodded and backed away from the car, crossing my arms as she took off down the road.

"If only she used that brain for good stuff." I muttered before turning and heading into the bar.