That’s why he’d be such a great catch for me, don’t you think?” That’s what makes him so scrumptious he’s not like these other fools around here, who only play at being wealthy. “Well you have to expect a man of his station in life to have certain taste after all. They're all full of, 'Jackson doesn't think this and Jackson doesn't like that'.

'If the crotch-less thong fits anyway are you serious, did you not read any of those emails Janet received from Michael? 'How do you know he's pompous, and stop calling me that offensive name.' It's like she got all the nasty, where the rest of us only got small portions. 'For your information Drusilla queen of the sluts, I wouldn't have his pompous ass on a prayer.Īnd who the hell talks like that? The word is hell you fruit cake.' Jenny might be younger than me by ten months, but she's a monster bitch. 'You're just jealous because you don't stand a snow ball's chance in HE double hockey sticks of getting his attention.'

'Oh hell Jenny, delusional much if he's so high and mighty what the blazes would he want with a half witted twit like you?' I wonder if she’s seen her trollop of a daughter in her latest get-up? Tramp. And mom had the nerve to talk about the oil stains on my jeans the other day. Now this twit was preening like a peacock with half her goodies hanging out. She barely sees me at meal times and that’s only because dad bullied me into giving in to that. Later for that, I’ve been escaping her maniacal clutches every chance I get. The whole house is in an uproar, and mom have lost her mind, running around cleaning every speck of dust in a ten mile radius and trying to corral me into helping. I rolled my eyes and threw up in my mouth. She did know he wasn't expected for at least another few days right? Jenny was fussing with her hair and face. Can you imagine? I just know he's going to fall for me, just wait and see.' 'Geez, I can't believe THE Jackson Collins is going to be in our living room. Jackson Collins, my stomach hurt just thinking the name. I left the room, or more like dad dragged me out of there before there was bloodshed, and I headed for my room to hide from the madness. Jackson Collins better wear a protective cup, for all the crap I’ve had to put up with because of his arrival he’d be lucky to get away with just a tongue-lashing. So she thinks I’m an embarrassment does she? We’ll just see about that. “Maxie.” Dad held me back, from letting her have it. “If they can get over you and your insipid.”

Kicking and Screaming by Jordan Silver