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"Why are we wearing black?" I ask Olivia as we walk around looking for her contact.

"Because we're supposed to be incognito, we're on a mission," Olivia whispers harshly, almost walking into a plant.

"We're in a mall, Liv, and it's noon," I give her a deadpan expression as I dodge a group of little girls running past us.

"I want the vibe of James Bond, okay?" she argues back, pulling her beanie I little lower on her head. I roll my eyes with a smile on my face. "Did you talk to Nate at school the rest of this week?"

"Yeah, he's been super busy with baseball conditioning and studying for midterms, so we haven't had any alone time."

"So, he didn't tell you anything about Liam from school?" She asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Liam... Jones? What about him?" I ask her about one of the popular seniors at school.

"Oh, nothing, he just said something to Nate the other day at gym class and Nathan was upset about it," she shrugs nonchalantly. Okay then...

"Were the leather jackets necessary?" I ask looking at our matching black leather jackets in the stuffy mall. It may be the beginning of December, but the malls are always so stuffy and hot.

"Hello, we look badass!" She exclaims, gesturing wildly to the both of us.

"You make a good point," I concede, taking my phone out of my pocket and reading a text Nathan sent me about hanging out with his friends today. "Where are we meeting this guy anyway?"

"At Starbucks," she replies distractedly looking at her phone and typing something down.

"Starbucks? Why the hell couldn't I have worn regular clothes if we're meeting him at Starbucks?" I ask her, confused.

"Because I told you I wanted the James Bond vibe for this mission," she groans like I'm the idiot.

"But if we want to be incognito, as you put it, shouldn't we be dressed normal, since we look like idiots in a mall!" I nudge her arm roughly, pointing out our black boots and her black beanie including the black gloves I shoved into my pockets as soon as we walked into the mall.

She huffs out a breath and we carry on making our way to the Starbucks. People give us odd looks as we walk by but Olivia doesn't notice them and keeps walking straight with a determined look on her face.

"How will we know that it's him?" I ask as we get to the door of the packed Starbucks, I move to stand in line. Hey, if I'm at a Starbucks and it's winter, I am getting my Peppermint Mocha.

"He's got a laptop with him," she answers, scanning the store.

"Yeah, because no one ever goes to a Starbucks with their laptop," I answer sarcastically. I hear her mutter curses at me as I order us some drinks.

"He also is wearing a red flannel," she snaps, getting annoyed with my whiny behavior.

"It's December, who isn't wearing a red flannel?" I ask with a laugh but she doesn't comment back and instead narrows her eyes at something in the corner.

"No way, Jackson?" Olivia asks with her mouth pursed.

"Jackson?" I ask confused as to who that is, then it clicks, "Jackson? Where?" I look around trying to see if he can see us.

"Standing over there, in the red flannel, with a laptop," she answers slowly and I groan loudly.

We slowly walk over to him, I am dragging my feet along hoping to waste time. We come to stand in front of him and he looks up with a smirk on his face.

"Ladies," he greets, gesturing for us to sit in front of him on the empty seats. "I've been expecting you."

"God, you sound like a creep," I reply, sitting down. He chuckles lightly and looks over at Olivia.

"How do you know my grandmother?" Olivia asks puzzled.

"I lost a game of poker to her once when I was visiting my grandfather, she scares me," he mumbles, shivering.

"Sounds like her," Olivia nods her head fondly.

"Okay, what did you need?" He asks, getting down to business.

"Why are you willing to help us? Isn't it weird for you?" I ask against my better judgment. I mean I did use to date his best friend.

"Nope, not weird, this is strictly business and Chase is a big boy, he can deal with his issues," Jackson shrugs.

"I just want to clarify that he broke up with me," I point out randomly and Olivia looks at me as if I'm an idiot.

"Did you not just hear what he said, this is strictly business!" Olivia whispers.

"Right... So, what can I do for you?" he asks cheerily.

"We need dirt on someone," Olivia starts.

"Well, I'm going to need more than that," he rolls his eyes playfully.

"If you would let me finish my sentence you would have gotten more information, jackass," Olivia snaps at him.

He throws his hands up in surrender, "Geez woman, calm down, I was just kidding. Now, what's the name?"

"Summer Price," I answer with a scowl just thinking about her.

"Ugh, can't stand that chick," Jackson mumbles, probably more to himself than us, but Olivia and I catch his words.

"Wait... You know her?" I ask quickly.

"Know her? She never leaves us alone! Just last weekend we were at a party and she was trying to hook up with Chase but he turned her down hard and she left all embarrassed," he chuckles, probably remembering it.

"Last weekend?" I ask quietly. Olivia looks over at me as if a thought has just come to her.

"Funny how Chase shuts her down over the weekend and that Monday morning she decides to send out a picture of you," Olivia says the exact thing I was thinking.

"She what?" Jackson asks dumbfounded. "She sent out a picture of you?"

"Not like that, I was in a towel," I shut down his thought process.

"How did Ward take it? He probably freaked the fuck out, right?" Jackson asks casually.

"Actually, no, he didn't. He was pretty calm," I shrug.

"Wait, you're telling me that your boyfriend didn't freak out when the rest of the male population at school saw you in a towel?" Jackson asks in disbelief.

"Well, not outright to my face, he was more comforting than aggressive," I defend Nathan's actions, he knows I don't like violence.

"Smart move, he's probably threatening all the locker room boys behind your back," Jackson chuckles. Olivia glances around the room, acting like she's not paying attention and I raise my eyebrow at her.

"Can we get back on track?" Olivia asks in frustration.

Jackson nods his head and starts typing on his laptop, while Olivia and I sit quietly watching him. It takes him five minutes of typing before he leans back and stares at the screen for a few seconds. His eyes widen and he scratches the back of his neck nervously.

"Well?" Olivia and I demand simultaneously.

"You wanted dirt? You got it," he turns the laptop towards us and my eyes widen in shock; Olivia gasps next to me.

"How did you get this?" I ask with a slack jaw.

"I can't reveal my sources," he shrugs with a smirk.

Olivia hands him a USB, "We want all of it."

He looks at her outstretched hand for a few moments before taking the USB and putting it into his computer, "You got it."

I look over at Olivia a little nervous at what is going to happen now. This is going to ruin her.

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