“What? What is it?” Abigail got up, trying to spot what had Jon so excited.
Jon snatched up the slip of paper with a sigh of relief as soon as he spotted it on his nightstand “Nothing. I thought my sister might have stolen it.”
“Stolen?” Now it was Abigails turn to look confused “The paper from the hat can’t be stolen. Or at least the wishes can’t. That paper won’t work for anyone but you. So why would your sister take it?” an unspoken ‘Duh.’ hung in the air after she finished.
“Ah. Right.” Jon chuckled nervously “I forgot.”
Abigail gave him an decidedly unimpressed look “And suddenly I am doubly glad my fate doesn’t depend on a space-cadet like you.” Adding ” Not Sarah by the way.”
Jon winced slightly, he knew this wasn’t the same Abigail her remembered but it still felt like being insulted by her “Soooo. Who did you get?” He asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to know. But they kept the drawing secret for a reason. “ She smirked “ Case in point: Personally I don’t mind if you take the bitch down a notch. But if I you cross me I’ll give Biff a pointer on who is to blame for anything weird going on with his girlfriend . ”
Well Jons day just got better and better, didn’t it? He’d been on the receiving end of Biffs wrath only once - for spilling a bit of juice on the jocks trousers by accident – but Jon did not want to repeat the experience. “I understand.” He mumbled.
“Great.” Abigails grin widened “Glad we understand each other. So what should be your first task….?” she mused.
Yep. This day was shaping up great for Jon.
“Actually, never mind.” Abigail decided suddenly “I’ll think of something later.”
“Err, Ok.” Jon watched Abigail stride from the room without giving him a second glance.
“See ya later looser.” Were her last words before the door closed behind Jons mysterious house-guest.
"Well, small blessing and all." Jon muttered, getting a small reprieve before the blackmail started was something at least.
As she walked across the corridor to get to her room Abigail prayed under her breath. ‘Please let there be a sweater.’
It had taken her a moment to place the strange feeling in her chest, as she decided what to do with her blackmail material. Mostly because until yesterday she didn't have breasts.
She hadn’t even realized how cold it was, but the twin nubs tenting out her T-shirt were clear evidence that it was still chilly. They had nothing to do with Jon lying there in just his boxers.
Yes sir! Chicks were just way more vulnerable to cold. Something to do with having less body hair, wasn't it?
