The New Girl

Chapter Twenty-Six

***HERE IT IS! That day is here... I have the last and final chapter for you! Hopefully it will clear up some of your questions and I hope it blows your minds! But first, I have a couple things I want to say...

#1. THANK YOU TO ALL OF MY FANS/READERS. I wouldn't be here without you and I appreciate your support will all my heart. I loved all of your comments, votes, fans and I love all of youu<33

#2. THE FINAL CAST HAS BEEN CHOSEN. Here are the final actors that will be playing the characters in the book...

Lily Collins as Jordin Chess (You can see a picture of her on the side of chapter 25.)

Logan Lerman as Scott Grady (You can see a picture of him on the side of chapter 24.)

Chelsea Staub/Kane as Ollie Watson (---> Picture on the side! --->)

Hayden Paniettiere as Chloe Bleu

Derek Hough as Aidan Watson (Ollie's older brother)

And Teri Hatcher as Janice Chess

#3. There will be a sequel to this book. It won't have the same characters or the same storyline, but it will be in the series. I'm thinking of doing a couple of books that will all be under "The Girl Series." I actually am writing two of them at the same time right now ("The Nerd Girl" and "The Bad Girl"). The next book in the series is "The Nerd Girl." It won't be up until later because 1.) I want it to be elidgable for the Watty Awards 2012 and 2.) I want to focus on finishing "My One Chance at Fame," "Running Away," "Desire," and "Strawberry Bubblegum" for a while. So, read those books, too!

I'll stop rambling now... Here's the chapter!

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Chapter Twenty-Six

(Jordin’s POV)

“Scott?!” I squeak, baffled.

“Hey, Jordin,” he drawls triumphantly, a smirk curving his lips.

“W-what are you doing here?” I sputter, gaping at him as though he’s a mirage that could disappear at any moment.

He slouches down in his chair, looking resigned, and folds his arms behind his head. Scott scrutinizes me through his long lashes, his teeth working away at the inside of his cheek the whole time. I watch as a tiny crease forms in between his eyebrows as he thinks, an identical one dipping into the cheek that he’s chewing on.

“Scott. What are you doing here?” I reiterate.

“I’m going to New York City.” He states the obvious.

I roll my eyes. “I know that. But…why? What happened to Stanford?”

He shrugs. “I gave it up. So I could go to New York…with you.”

I gasp. “Are you serious?! You’re skipping out on college so you can follow me to the other side of the country?!”

Scott chuckles. “Flame, you seem to have forgotten that I got accepted into more than one college.”

My brows knit together as I wrack my brain for any sort of useful memories. I remember that Scott got recruited into Stanford University, UCLA, University of Michigan, Washington State University, Georgia Tech—a lot of colleges. But none of them belong to New York City.

“But you didn’t get into any universities in New York.” I tell him.

“Think again.” Scott challenges. “I got into Columbia University, full ride scholarship and everything.”