Senior Year Box Set

Chapter 26 – Lady Lucky

Chapter 27 – Payback

Chapter 28 – Act Like You’ve Been There

Chapter 29 – I Would for You

Chapter 30 – Can’t Touch This

Chapter 31 – Use Your Tears for Lube

Chapter 32 – It’s Official

Chapter 33 – Next Stop, The Twilight Zone

Chapter 34 – Can’t Fix Crazy

Chapter 35 – The Lucky One?

Epilogue

Next Book in The Series

Notes from Author

Chapter 1 – Teenage Wasteland Sunday March 19

I’d just gotten back from church when I received a call from Chubby Feldman, the director of my upcoming James Bond movie.

“This is David.”

“David, I need a favor.”

“What can I do for you, sir?” I answered.

“I met with Rita James yesterday to coordinate some movie-related stuff, and she mentioned you were going on a trip overseas for spring break. Is it true you’ll be in Monte Carlo this Friday?” Chubby asked.

“In fact, I’ll be flying there Friday night, arriving Saturday morning. Why? Did you plan to be there then?” I asked.

I hoped he was planning to film our movie there because the French Riviera was reported to be gorgeous during the summer. Plus, it would give me an excuse to use the condo I’d received as part of the settlement for the attack on me by Halle’s costar, Zander Lewis.

“I’ve been going to a fundraiser for the Red Cross there for many years. They throw a huge gala during the summer. The first one I attended was hosted by none other than Grace Kelly, who was married to Prince Rainier III. Unfortunately, she was killed in a tragic accident before she could host it the following year.

“This Friday night, the royal family is having a more intimate event geared towards fun. It’s not the typical four-course meal and sophistication that’s typically put on by royalty. They’re throwing a masquerade ball as a sort of kickoff for their fundraising this year.

“I had planned to go, but I’ve run into a conflict. There’s been a meeting called concerning our movie, and I’ll have to be in LA on Friday. So, since I can’t be there, I’d hoped you might go in my stead. The only catch is it’s Friday night,” Chubby explained.

“That’s a real stumbling block because I have a group of people going with me, and our travel is all booked for Friday after I get out of school. Otherwise, I would be more than happy to help,” I said.

Honestly, a fundraiser masquerade ball with a bunch of old people didn’t even make it to the bottom of the to-do list for my vacation.

“How many are going with you?”

“Seven, if you count me,” I answered.

“Perfect. I’ll send you my jet, and you can leave Thursday night. Do you have a tux?”

Well, shit.

“Yes, I do.”

“Good. I already bought a mask. I’ll overnight it along with my ticket to get in, along with a check for the charity,” Chubby pressed.

As much as I wanted to turn him down, the idea of flying on a private jet instead of commercial was just too enticing. Besides, this would give me an extra day to explore Monte Carlo. I expected everyone would be okay with leaving early once I explained the mode of transportation.

The only fly in the ointment might be Cindy and her boyfriend. They would have to drive here from Ohio State instead of flying to New York, where we had planned to all meet up. At worst, they would still fly in as we’d planned and meet us in Monaco on Saturday.

I also had to consider that I owed Chubby. For him, I would suffer through mixing with a bunch of rich old people for one night.

“That sounds like it’ll work,” I said, sounding happier than I felt.

“Have your people contact mine to work out the details,” Chubby said and hung up.

I called Lexi.

“Hey, I need you to call Chubby Feldman’s people,” I said and then paused. “Wait … I guess that’s what Scarlet’s supposed to do for me. I sometimes forget she’s the new you for here at home.”

She chuckled.

“Scarlet would call me anyway because it has something to do with Hollywood. Why don’t you just tell me what you need, and I’ll make sure she’s in the loop?” Lexi asked, letting me off the hook.

“Okay. My plans have changed for my spring break trip. Chubby needs me to fly in a day early to attend some fundraiser for him.”

“The masquerade ball for the Red Cross,” Lexi said, surprising me.

“How did you know about that?” I asked.

“My parents are talking about going. A lot of Hollywood goes to their main fundraiser in the summer. I even got to go once when I was like twelve. They did have a great band, and the fireworks were short but spectacular.

“Dad said this one is different, though. It’s supposed to be geared towards attracting a younger crowd. They’ve discovered that many of their donors are getting up there in age. This is supposed to rope in the next generation,” Lexi shared.