Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 326

“What else?” Juniper twisted open her water bottle and took a few gulps. “He’s been doing homework until three a.m. for several nights in a row and is still full of energy the next day. If that’s not good stamina, what is?”

Jimmie, on the other hand, was not so great. After filming the music video, he had been completely wiped out. When it came to stamina, Shanley was definitely superior.

Queenie felt like crying. She really needed to get her mind out of the gutter. Then again, she didn’t drink or gamble. What was wrong with a little bit of innocent fantasizing?

“Anyway, Juniper, can you really get Mr. Tate to come?” Queenie asked, changing the subject.

“I can try,” Juniper said, pulling out her phone and typing rapidly. “If he says no, I’ll just have to resort to… special measures. Like kidnapping.”

“What?” Queenie was horrified. “I know Mr. Schwartz is powerful, but Mr. Tate despises people who throw their weight around! You can’t afford to offend him, or you might lose your role in the music video.”

“Right,” Juniper smiled, not bothering to explain further. “I’ll be nice.”

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When his sister’s call came, Jimmie was driving on the highway.

“Juniper,” he answered, his voice warm.

“My school is having a year-end party to cheer everyone on for finals. If you’re free, you should come sing a couple of songs. The kids in my class are big fans of yours.”

Listening to the dial tone, Jimmie chuckled softly. His sister was a clever little imp. He wasn’t sure if she took after their mom or their dad, but she definitely wasn’t much like him or Melvin. Thinking of his family, the smile faded from his face, replaced by a more somber expression. He wondered when they would be able to find the others.

As Jimmie was lost in thought, the deafening roar of an engine shattered the air outside his window. He winced.

Jimmie had sensitive hearing, and the motorcycle had pulled up right beside him, making the noise unbearable. He glanced out and saw a person in a leather jacket with short, blond hair and surprisingly fair skin… probably a guy, talking on the phone. His expression and tone were incredibly sleazy.

“Honey, I’m in Eclara City. Aren’t you going to come out and let me spoil you a little?” Luella Langley purred, deliberately pitching her voice higher. “You got a boyfriend and forgot all about me? Is he really more fun than your dear old friend?”

Jimmie frowned. The term ‘punk on a bike’ came to mind. “So tacky,” he thought.