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53. Rest In Peace.

"Jackie come on we have school," someone said and I felt my bed bounce up and down.

"Leave me alone, sleep likes me too much," I groaned.

"Your going to be late," someone else said and my bed continued to bounce.

"I'm never leaving, this is my life now," I grumbled.

"I'll break your designer shoes," another threatened and I jumped up.

"No need to get so serious," I glared at Tabby.

"I win, cough up guys," she grinned holding out her hand and the two guys put twenty dollars in her open palm.

"I'll get her tomorrow," Toby mumbled.

"Worst decision of my life," I said to myself as I started to look for my clothes.

Tabby rolled her eyes at me and pulled out some black ripped jeans and a purple off the shoulder shirt. She pushed them into my hands along with black lingerie and purple pumps.

"Nice choice," I complimented going into my bathroom to change.

I braided my my hair and applied simple make up before I stepped out and grabbed my bag.

"You guys get some breakfast before school, I gotta get going," Toby said as I walked down stairs with Tabby.

"Alright, see ya at school," I waved.

"I don't wanna go," Logan whined coming down the stairs in a business suit.

"You have to, be happy that your dads involving you," I rolled my eyes at him.

"But it's Hong Kong, that's way to far away just for a business meeting," he said.

"Your jet leaves in half an hour," Tabby reminded him.

"Oh shit," he cursed.

"Go you dumb ass," I shooed and he picked up his briefcase and overnight bag before leaving.

"I don't know why his taking his brief case all he has in there are pens and condoms," I chuckled.

Tabby smirked at me, "I changed out his condoms with dirty underwear."

"If only we could see his face, when he finds out," I shook my head laughing.

"Come on, we have to go if we want to get a bite to eat," Tabby smiled and nudged me out the door.

"Who's car?" I asked.

"Mine, we took yours yesterday," she said and got into her ford.

"Where are we going then?" I questioned getting into the passengers side.

"This little coffee shop that sells some of the cheapest and tastiest food," she grinned, "I used to go there heaps with my parents."

"Aren't your parents rich?" I frowned as we pulled onto the road.

"Yeah, the place is owned by this rich family and we used to always go there when we wanted to get on their good side so they'd sign a contract," she shrugged.

"Which family?" I pressed.

"The Conserntlia's," she smiled, yeah I still hadn't told her about that part of my life.

I didn't continue on the conversation because I was arguing with myself on wether I should tell her or not. Right now I didn't really want to... What if she thought of me different?

It was around seven fifty when we pulled up in front of a corner coffee shop that had the words The Cheap Coffee displayed. Seriously that was their name...