As the four ran outside Molly halted as she seen two people coming her way.
"Who's that?" Petey asked her once she stopped to look.
"My parents." Molly said wondering why they were already back. Her father said they would only be visiting on the weekend. The boys looked a bit surprised at that. She looked nothing like either parent. Her mother was a pretty looking petite woman with very dark colored eyes with a very short straight blue-black hair style and was obviously japanese. Her father was tall with messy light brown hair and had dull greyish blue eyes and a bit of a thin face, just complete caucasian. Looking back at Molly her skin was dark compared to them, she was taller then her mother already, her hair was pitch black and wavy, her eyes were a bright bluish-green, no indication that she was in any way related to either parent.
"Oh good we found you already." Her mother said with a smile. "Listen Molly I have some great news. I closed the deal with with Aerflux Corp and established a partnership between them and the Kimley brothers." She said exultingly as Molly gave a nod.
"No idea what that means but I assume it's a good thing." Molly said.
"It's a great thing." Her mom said. "But there's just one thing." She added as Molly started to frown.
"What?" Molly asked with a sigh.
"My business here is already concluded and I'm expected back by the 16th." Her mom said. "So by the end of next week you need to decide if whether or not you're staying."
"If you don't feel comfortable here already we can take you out of school right now." Her father offered earning a light elbow jab from his wife.
"I think I'm getting along pretty well so far." Molly assured them.
"Well you have until next Friday to know for sure." Her mother said. "Also the reason we came to tell you so soon is because I got you a little something as a celebration gift, it's in your dorm." She winked.
"And to see if we can get our down payment for your dorm back if you decide to come back with us from ." Her father added, not purposely insulting the headmaster, he genuinely forgot the mans name.
"Thanks...look we're kind of busy I'll see you this weekend." Molly said. She was happy to see them but they only had so long for lunch. Her dad scooped her into a big hug before she could take off.
"Archie, not in front of her friends. She might like one of them." Her mother whispered harshly trying to prevent any embarrassment. She only made it worst with that comment. She could hear both Gary and Jimmy snickering. She shot them both a glare demanding they shut up. It didn't work as her face got redder with each second.
"Alright see you around kiddo, be nice to your teachers...unless they pick favorites then it's okay to play a prank or 10 on them...Unless that favorite is you." Her father laughed patting her head as they walked inside the building.
"So you're rich. You have the makings of a prep, even though you were adopted." Gary observed with a light smile, Molly wasn't sure how she should take that. Was it cynicism or did he just not know how to talk to people. She found Gary a bit hard to read, what was genuine and what wasn't. She planned on asking Petey to elaborate on his character later "That's okay, Jimmy was brought up by circus monkey's and he's doing just fine." He said with a light laugh.
"Shut up Gary." Jimmy gave him a slight unamused look.
"You people really need to learn how to take a joke." Gary shrugged lightly as they headed for the gym.

"What are we doing here?" Molly asked as Gary handed her a bag of green liquid to hold onto. Her nostrils flared as a horrible stench breached them. "Ugh what is this?" Her eyes watered.
"Where'd you get that?" Jimmy held his nose trying to fan away the smell from his face.
"Found it. And we're helping with the football gear." Gary said. "As Bullworth Academy students it's our duty to see that our team's gear is adequate. Go Bullworth Bulls." He said with an exaggerated salute as he grabbed a pump and the stink bomb from Molly.
"Gary I don't know about this." Petey said nervously. If one of the jocks caught them doing this, Jimmy and Gary may be able to get away but Petey wasn't so confident in his own running speed or endurance. They may just wave off Molly as someone who happened by since girls never do this sort of thing. Worst you see a girl do is pull another's hair slap, kick or name call each other.
"Go toss this into the boys washer machine." Gary tossed Molly a red pair of shorts.
"Wait why me?" Molly jumped a bit at that. It required her going into the boys locker room.
"Nobody else is here, and if you do some how get caught, then tell them you're new you're new here and you got lost." Gary said giving Petey and Jimmy some instructions. Molly looked down at the shorts.
"You're SURE nobody else will be in there?" Molly asked.
"It's still 10 minutes until the next class, if you keep standing there then there's going to be a lot of some bodies." Gary said shooing her off.
Jimmy was smirking a bit. He had to admit this was going to be worth it, even if they did get caught. Petey was less then sure but these were his only 'friends' and he didn't want to be left out.

As Molly made her way downstairs from the gym and into the boys locker room, she took careful steps and made sure nobody was early or getting something from their locker. All clear. She scurried over to the washer, it had just started. Lifting the lid she looked to see it was all white uniforms with a bit of blue on it. She was started to giggle madly to herself at how the team would react to this. She was sure the school would get them new uniforms if it was that big of a deal. She shot the shorts in and closed the lid.
"Psst, Molly." She could hear Petey's voice, but he wasn't at the door. "Over here." She looked over at the small window on the side.
"Pete? Why are you out there?" She asked walking up to the window.
"You gotta get out fast, apparently a team meeting was scheduled before the end of lunch so we had to leave through the back doors. Get out right now." Petey warned her speaking with haste.
"You can't be serious." She bolted for the locker room door to at least cross to the girls and pretend she was getting something.
"Yeah Christy's pretty hot, I hear she gives out too." She could hear the deep slow voices of some jocks. She ran behind a set of lockers. 'Wait I can pretend I walked into the wrong room.' She told herself. Once she poked her head out a bit she seen them all taking off their shirts to get dressed in their gym uniforms. Walking through a bunch of shirtless buff guys. That wouldn't become awkward now would it? It was only seconds before some of them had just towels wrapped around their waists before digging around their lockers for their gym clothes. 'Oh my god I'm going to explode.' She could feel the heat building up in her face. "Meep." She made a slight high pitched sound as one of them walked right past her but didn't even notice as she took cover in one of the shower stalls.
"What was that?" Ted looked at another boy like he may have made the sound.
"I didn't hear anything." The guy said with a light shrug. Molly was ready to just run out of there screaming until the gym teacher walked in.
"Alright girls we got a big game this weekend, so we got practice after class. Who here has detention?" asked. "Let me see your slips." He held out a hand. A few boys sighed a bit and handed them their slips expecting a lecture on not getting detention before a game. didn't even look at who from or for what reason as he tore them all to shreds. "Last year the Condors beat us to complete humiliation, this year I don't want ANY of you missing this game. Do I make myself clear?!" He barked.
"Sir, yes sir!" They practically cheered.
"Now get ready for class." took his leave.
"Hehe Hattrick can kiss my ass." A blonde jock grinned.
"Man Casey you're a dumbass. I don't know a single person who shoots a spit ball and still has the damn straw in their mouth when the teacher takes that long to look." The black jock shook his head at him.
"Sorry Damon but I thought as long as he didn't actually see me doing it, it didn't count as him catching me." Casey scratched the back of his head as he was about to go into the shower stall Molly was hiding in. Her face was in complete horror as he was about to remove his towel still not noticing her.
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"Fire alarm!" Ted shouted as he bolted for the door as the rest followed closely behind him. Casey slammed the shower door shut and ran off after them with just the towel on.
"Oh thank god." Molly gave a sigh of relief. She went for the door but froze when she seen a head poke in.
"You okay?" It was Jimmy. She let out of a sigh of relief.
"Yeah. I thought you guys might have ditched me." Molly said following after him.
"It did come to mind." Jimmy said with a smile. Molly stuck her tongue out at him a bit. "That an offer of thanks?"
"Shut up." She playfully pushed him a bit as he smiled back.
"So did you get an eyefull of the football team?" Gary asked once the two exited the gym, both he and Petey were waiting for them. "They let you play ball?" He teased with a laugh as they headed back for the main building.
"Lalalaa." Molly covered her ears and shutting her eyes real tight to forget the images as she ran ahead a bit so not having to ear the crappy innuendo's. She just wanted to get through the rest of the day without anymore mature content. Her schedule fell out of her pocket and Petey had to pick it up.
"Wait Molly you have to go back!" He called after her.
"What? Why?" She stopped. She didn't leave any evidence that she was in the boys locker room.
"Your schedule says you have gym class." Petey told her. Normally gym was one of her favorite classes but right now she wanted to be as far away from there as possible.
"Ugh." She tossed her head back.
"I have math next...so Jimmy you have gym as well." Petey just thought of it.
"What? Dammit Petey why didn't you say something before we left." Jimmy asked now feeling agitated. Gary gave Petey a hard shoulder bump to the ground.
"Look what you did Petey now they're going to be late." Gary tisked as Petey helped himself up giving Gary an annoyed look.
"Race you." Molly zipped past Jimmy. She grinned knowing he had no chance to beat her. She didn't know how long he could run for, but his stout build versus her long legs she was sure he had no chance. When she looked over her shoulder she could see him catching up. "You're fast for a shorty." She called back picking up a bit more speed.
"Just enjoying the view." He called back to her with a mischievous smirk. Her eyes snapped wide open when she realised what he meant. She slowed down holding down the back of her skirt, he had passed her now and smacked his hand on the gym door.
"I win." Jimmy smirked.
"No fair." Molly muttered head hanging in shame.
"Relax I didn't see anything, these skirts don't fly up that easy." Jimmy said almost disappointed sounding.
"Cheater." Molly glared a bit as he opened the door but let himself in first.
"Winners first." Jimmy teased as she gave him another playful push on the shoulder.

"Today we were suppose to play dodgeball." started. "But someone pulled a false alarm so the gym floor is a mess right now. Everyone we're going outside for baseball. Co-ed class today." He added. Normally the girls played outside doing whatever, but now that they had to share the field and didn't want anybody touching the football gear until the game that weekend it was baseball.
"Yes." Molly grinned throwing a fist in the air. That was her game. Which reminded her she should check for any sign up sheets to get on the school team. Hopefully they had decent players.
"You're kind of game?" Jimmy asked.
"Time to show my skills and get on a team." Molly smiled confidently at him. Jimmy gave a thoughtful look for a moment. He didn't recall there being a baseball team. There was football, basketball and even a swim team but no baseball. He never bothered to check for a team to be sure.

Once the class made it's way outside most of the girl went to the side to do their own thing anyways. didn't seem to care if they were joining the class anyways as they practiced cheerleading moves. Most of them anyways and was creepily staring at them occasionally, which disturbed Molly a bit. Did any of them notice but not care? Or is she the only one seeing this? Beatrice seemed to be singled out by Mandy from the cheer practice and Molly was waiting for one of the two teams to pick her.
"Come on Beatrice, you don't need them." Molly told her.
"If I don't become a cheerleader none of the boys will ever talk to me or even consider a bit attractive." Beatrice looked ready to cry.
"Don't do it for that." Molly rolled her eyes at her. "I mean sure you want guys to like you, but if it takes you dressing in a skimpy skirt and flailing your arms like an idiot for them to notice you why would you want their attention anyways. Just be yourself, stick to your strengths and I'm sure a decent guy will give you a chance." Honestly, she had no idea if that would work but that was the only thing she could think of to make Beatrice feel good enough not to break down into tears.
"Y-you think so?" Beatrice asked.
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't." Molly added. 'Don't tell her you know so, because you don't.' She thought to herself. She looked to see she got picked just before all the geek boys and Beatrice.

When it was her turn up to bat all the guys closed in.
"Easy out." They taunted her. She remembered the same situation in one of her old neighborhoods. Her father told her to play the dits at first and the pitcher will usually through an easy homerun for the third strike. A trick he used to do when back when he played. The first pitch was fast and she jumped back a bit as she swung causing her to falling right on her butt. They gave a few chuckles as she wiped herself off.
"Want me to take it easy on you?" Damon mocked her getting ready for the next pitch. She got ready as the ball came a bit slower. She swung hard purposely at the wrong time and spun to a 180 and fell on her hands and knees. They all started laughing.
"Girls playing sports." One of them howled in laughter.
'I'll make you eat those words.' Molly thought. Jimmy was looking at her a bit surprised. She came off as so confident about this sport but she was sucking at it, badly. She got up and readied herself for the last ball. As her dad predicted it was perfectly tossed for her. She swung with perfect form and hit it high and far. She couldn't help but stare at it herself. That was the best hit she ever made in the history or her entire existence. It looked like it was going into space. The entire field was silent for a moment, she couldn't even believe she hit that.
"Holy shit...Damon you're pitching sucks." A heavy european accent spoke. The same one that made the girls playing sports comment.
"Shut up Jury..."Damon said as Molly started running the bases but still staring where she hit the ball.
"The greatest hit of my life, and it's during gym class." She kept gawking in disbelief. There was no time to find another baseball in the gyms storage closet so class was over 5 minutes early.
"She got lucky." Damon argued as some of the jocks teased him about it on the way off the field. "You seem those crappy swings at first, she got lucky."
"So was that on purpose or was it luck." Jimmy asked her before leaving.
"A bit of both to be honest." Molly said snapping out of her daze. Jimmy shrugged and ran off for the gym as Molly picked up some of the gym gear. Everyone was talking about that amazing hit they forgot to help bring in the equipment even after instructed so. "Oh I don't mind carrying everything in." She muttered looking down at the dufflebag full of bats and gloves she nearly bumped into the small group of preps now standing over her a bit. "Hello?" She looked up at them as they stared down at her like she had done something horribly wrong.
"Is this your ball?" The boy standing in front asked her holding the baseball. She looked at him a moment and recognised him from her morning class, the blonde boy Bif was talking with. "No that's actually school property." She opened the dufflebag a bit waiting for him to toss it in there.
"You're sarcasm leaves you less then desirable. You're Molly right?" He asked. He looked a bit in disgust. She was sweaty full of dirt and panting a bit from the heavy dufflebag she was carrying.
"Yes..."She said unsure what this was about. "Sorry I'm at a bit of a disadvantage here." She never caught his name before.
"I'm Derby Harrington, of Harrington House on campus." He announced himself.
"Nice to meet you." She poked up the beak of her baseball cap to see him better as she held out a hand. He looked down at her dirt covered hand then back at her like she was joking.
"Everyone was just talking about the amazing homerun you just hit." Derby started with a smile she found very strange. She nodded waiting to hear what he had to say.
'Oh I wonder if he's inviting me to a team.' She thought her eyes were brightly shining waiting for him to go on. He may be acting like a snob but so far he was the first to approach her about it.
"This ball smashed through the window or Harrington House." Derby finally got to his point. Not what she was expecting.
"Oh..." She was now disappointed, until she realised what he said." Oh...oh I am so sorry." She bowed her head a bit. "I'm sure the school pays for that? I mean it's school property isn't it-"
"No, it's legally owned by my family." Derby said. Molly hung her head a bit. Her parents had given her 100 dollars for this week and next as spending money for anything she needed.
"I can pay for that. How much is it 200?" She asked she could just pay the rest in two more weeks. The boys standing by his side chortled. They led her to the house and pointed to the grand balcony window. "...300?" She asked nervously, doubting it.
"Try 1200." Derby said. Molly did some calculations in her head. Along with next allowance and if she sold all her personal items she might barely scrape up the money. No more laptop, guitar, her baseball card collection signed and still in mint condition from what her dad handed down to her, and selling all the new clothes her mom got her...basically left her with nothing but a few choice outfits and uniforms. What would she tell her parents? I busted a window so I gave away all my possessions. "That's not all." Derby continued.
"What else is there?" Molly asked horrified to know what the total sum was going to be.
"We had a sculpture worth 25,000." Derby started. "An original piece by an artist named Edward Divas which fell over and ripped both a tapestry worth 1500 and the hallway carpet worth 1000."
"So...you're saying I ruined 37,000 dollars worth of stuff?" Molly asked. Alright her stuff was nowhere near worth that much, even if she managed to find a part time job in the city she wouldn't be able to make that much before the end of the school year. "I'm really sorry about all this, all I have on me is 100 dollars." She said to them.
"Obviously you can't afford it." Derby rolled his eyes at her. Like it was even a question if she could or not. She backed up a bit.
"Right, so I'll go get my money, you have my sincerest apologies Derby. Really I can not begin to express how bad I feel about all the random stuff I messed up." She said ready to bolt for it before the word lawsuit could hit her. The other boys blocked her from running.
"Then you will have no problem paying us back for it." Derby said giving an all too calm smile.
"Us?"
"All of Harrington House. Be back here in an hour. Please, take a shower." Derby said cringing his nose at her gym smell, the dufflebag didn't help much. They turned to walk away. "Oh and if you don't show up, then you can worry about a lawsuit." He smirked as he continued to walk away.
Molly set the dufflebag down in disbelief of what just happened.
"So much for greatest homerun in my life." This day was just full of ups and downs.

After a much needed shower Molly had her hair wrapped up in a towel as she pulled a pair of black skinny jeans on along with her boots and a simple grey shirt. No use getting dressed up, they were probably gong to have her mow their lawn or something. As soon as she opened the door, there stood Beatrice.
"Molly I've been thinking about what you said and you're right." Beatrice said with a great big smile.
"Oh, okay...right about what?" Molly asked her.
"You know, joining the cheer squad so the boys around here will pay attention to me. You're right, I shouldn't get that sort of attention just because I'm a cheer leader." Beatrice stated.
"Uh...Oh right that." Molly said completely what she had said to her, she had other things on her mind now.
"Granted I am still going to try out for the cheer squad just to show Mandy that I can." Beatrice added. "I'm going to show her up, I'll have both skill of cheer and smarts." She said as Molly tossed off the towel from her head and walked past Beatrice. "Where you going?" She asked.
"Harrington House." Molly said not wanting to go into detail about why she was going there. Beatrice gasped.
"Did they invite you there? Shouldn't you wear something-no offense if this is your best-a bit more dressy?" Beatrice asked her following her down the hall. "Noway...Are you dating one of them already?" She looked at Molly mouth agap as though she just figured it out.
"What? No!" Molly whipped around to look at Beatrices expression like she may be insane. "I just have some business to conduct is all." She rubbed the back of her neck.
"I see...let me know how it goes." Beatrice smiled enthusiastically for her. "I always thought there was an allure to it. The upperclass falling for someone deemed beneath them." She thought outloud. Molly held the side of her temples. That girl was completely love sick, and assuming.

As she approached the Harrington house she looked to her left to see that the lawn had already been mowed. Maybe they wanted her to clean up the broken glass from the window. Nobody was waiting outside so she walked up to the door and gave it a few knocks. As the door opened she narrowed her eyes a bit when she looked up at Bif. Still annoyed at him from earlier.
"She's here." Bif called into the lounge. Most of the preps were in a living room area near a fireplace. Derby turned to face her from a large lazy boy red velvet chair.
"Good, you're early." Derby said. "Tad where's that..." He looked to the prep boy next to him who handed him a brown box tied up with some twine. "Well?" He looked at Molly now holding up the box waiting for her to come across the room to get it herself. She hesitated a bit before walking over and cautiously taking it. "Will you relax, nobody is going to bite you." Derby said with a pleasant smile. He seemed to be in a better mood then he was an hour ago. "It's for you." He said as she held the box expecting them to ask her to deliver it somewhere. She looked at it curiously. She owes them 37,000 dollars and they're giving her something? A single pull of the twine and it came undone as she tore off the brown paper surrounding the package, putting much suspense into it. It didn't feel heavy enough for it to be a trap. Once she opened it up she pulled out what seemed to be...a bib or bonnet or something, she wasn't sure. Finally, she pulled out the main article of clothing she held it out. A black dress with some white trimmings and short sleeves. She took out another piece and it was an apron. She looked back up at Derby and the rest of his clique.
"What is this?" Molly look beyond confused and maybe a bit frighten since she had no idea what was going on.
"Your new after school uniform." Another boy laughed a bit.
"Ha, I don't think so." Molly said putting everything back in the box. "Nice try though, look I said I was sorry for all your junk breaking but if you can't accept that then screw you." She turned on her heel ready to walk out.
"Obviously you lack the funds to pay us with money." Derby stated. "And I'm sure you don't want to put your family through court." That stopped her in her tracks. "Make your choice. A lawsuit or your services." She clenched her fists at her side. She turned and stomped back to the where she placed the package and picked it up. "Promise nobody else is going to see me in this." She groaned. She wanted to show that she was a strong independent type. If she was caught wearing this thing, that would go out the window before she could say 'it's not what you think'.
"Most of the work we have planned for you is house work. No promises though should anyone happen to catch a glimpse or we need an urgent delivery." Derby said with a shrug. Alright, there wasn't much choice in the matter.
"Is the maid costume really necessary?" Molly asked. "Or is this some kind of sick joke?"
"It's not a costume it's a uniform." Bif said from behind her. "All maids where them."
'Or you don't realise your fathers are all a bunch of fetishistic freaks.' She thought still staring at the box.
"Parker show her where she could get changed." Derby looked over one shoulder at a black-haired boy.
"Right. This way." He motioned for her to follow. Molly found it strange watching any of them being so servile to anyone, but it was obvious Derby was incharge of the entire clique, after all the house had his family name in it.

"Well I'm sure this is going to end well." Molly looked herself over in the mirror, the skirt stopped at 2 inches above the knee, the sleeves stopped at her forearms. It wasn't too skimpy to say the least. She found portraits on the walls of each preps family, each one happen to have a maid and a nanny on the side standing a few feet away from the family. All of their house maids and nannies were pretty if not beautiful and couldn't be older than 30. Only thing was the maids outfits looked like they belonged on a lingerie magazines. How did the wives put up with that? "What do they need a nanny for?" She looked at the photos once more. Only one of them had a younger sister but it seemed the rest were single children or had older siblings and could probably watch themselves. 'Do their fathers really just want something to grab at or are these guys genuinely hopeless on their own?'
"Servant girl!" He could hear one of them calling her already.
"Oh coming masters of my hell." She muttered as she stomped down the stairs with her big black boots. "Alright, what?" Molly asked as she got downstairs.
"That's no way to address the master of the house." Derby grunted. "Really, work on the attitude." He said turning his back to her.
"I'll work my fist into your face." She gritted her teeth, clenching her fist.
"What was that?" Derby turned to her as the rest followed his gaze.
"I said Of course ." Molly said with a salute and a sarcastic little dopey smile. Derby gave her a look and turned his back to her once again.
"That could use some work." He said taking his seat back in his big chair. "You will address everyone as Mister from now on. Example, ." He motioned to Bif. He handed her a small photo album. It had every preps full name printed under their photo. "Except for me. You will address me as Master Harrington."
'Fuck yourself you conceded dickhead.' She thought venomously.
"If we are pleased with you attitude and quality of house work your debt will go down. If anything more gets ruined or you try to make fools of us with sarcastic comebacks or whatever your debt goes up." Derby started. "You're to come here after class by 4:00pm and you may leave at 8:00pm. As for the weekend we're usually out but-" He tossed her a cellphone. "Should we decide to stay or get back from whatever is we're doing we'll give you a call."
"I already have a cellphone." Molly held up her own telus cellphone that looked like she may have dropped it more then a few times and had a small toy panda attached to it by a red string. The one they gave her was last years model of the blackberry but still in perfect condition, an over complicated touch screen with dozens of apps.
"This phone is just for us. It's for us to call you and vice-versa. You don't use it to call your friends or family or anything else. If it's not one of our names that's an incoming call you don't answer it." Derby told her. This all seemed like a bit much to her. She jumped as the her new cellphone was already going off. She looked around at them and noticed a prep was missing from the group. As she touched the screen a text popped up.
-There is a cobweb in the corner of my room. Get rid of it, third room on the right up the stairs- From: Justin Vandervelde.
When she looked back up almost all the preps were gone, in their place were mops, feather dusters, brooms and and a bucket with cleaning supplies in it. Suddenly the phone was going mad with personalised ringtones from nearly everyone.
-Your big stupid boots left a trail of dirt on the stairwell. Clean up after yourself as well as :c.- Bryce Montrose
-The upstairs windows (Excluding the one you busted) needs to be cleaned. - Chad Morris - P.S don't leave streaks : / -
-My clothes need to be folded and put away, and iron out any that are wrinkled- Tad Spencer.
-The trophy case is looking grimy. Dust and polish every case and trophy.- Bif Taylor. -Any found damaged will add 100 dollars to your debt-
Molly just stood there staring at the phone screen as each text popped up with a new chore.
-Anything left undone today will be added to tomorrows chore list.- Master Harrington.
"This is just a nightmare, time to wake up." She shut her eyes as tight as she could and opened them back hoping the phone in her hand would disappear. Still there.
-Better hurry, you don't want everything to pile up do you?- Parker Ogilvie.
Molly looked up hearing a wrapper making a crackling sound. Tad was now downstairs in some gym wear eating a protein bar before going do his work out. Once he finished eating he tossed the empty wrapped towards a garbage bin. The wrapper went around the rim and fell on the floor. She looked at Tad as he pulled out a cellphone and started clicking away. Molly's phone went off once more.
"You got to be kidding me." She didn't even need to look at it to know what was coming.
-There's garbage on the floor. Be a dear and pick it up.- Tad Spencer. Molly walked right up to him and locked her eyes with his. She was ready to smack that arrogant smile he was giving her.
"I believe you have too much work around the house to be standing there admiring." Tad said waiting for her to pick up his wrapper. She kneelt down and grabbed hold of it in her fist and reluctantly whipped it into the trash bin. "Good girl. Sorry no treats today." He gave her a condescending pat on the head like anyone would do to a dog. She couldn't help but swat his hand away continuing to glare as he laughed on the way out the door at her little fussy attitude.
She kept telling herself not to give them the satisfaction of trying to fight them, it would only put her deeper in the hole. She was going to work through this with her head held high no matter what they threw at her.