Fifteen Feet Ahead

Chapter XI

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Chapter XI
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It was the next morning, and I was slumped on my couch, eating my daily bowl of frosted flakes, and mindlessly flipping through the channels.

Suddenly my cell phone began to buzz. For a moment, I thought it might've been Dani. I actually hoped it was because I wanted a long and sincere apology.

But there in big white letters read 'Lucile'.

Still, assuming it was probably important, I reluctantly picked it up.

"Hey," she breathed.

"Hi," I sighed, crunching loudly on my breakfast. I really wasn't the in the mood to talk about last night.

"Where did you go last night? We couldn't find you anywhere, scared me to death."

"Oh," I huffed.

"Oh? Miranda, I sent you like ten messages and tried calling you three times. Where the hell were you?"

I faked a laugh, "It's a funny story actually."

"Where were you?!" Lucile sounded like my mom most of the time, and it always annoyed the heck out of me, but now that I look back on it, I couldn't of had a more concerned friend than Lucile. She always looked after me, and I appreciate that now.

"In the bathroom," I began.

"What, why?"

"Because Dani and Sanders were making out right in front of me." I said flatly.

"Nah, you're joking."

"I'm not."

She was speechless for what felt like minutes, and the only sound was her deep breath into the phone. My heart began to race once more with the crystal clear memory replaying inside my mind. Lips interlocking, arms wrapped around each other, flashing lights, and Duncan's dropped jaw.

"Why--why would she ever?" Lucile stuttered. "I just don't get it."

"Neither do I, " I crunched hard on my cereal, "She's betrayed me Lucile. That's like the number three rule of a friendship. We all know that, sisters before misters."

"You and her need to have a talk." She began, "Because as far as I know, she still has absolutely no idea that you even know that this happened."

"I know, I want to talk to her. Should I call her?"

"No, definitely not. Things like this should be handled face to face. You need to talk to her at lunch tomorrow."

I gulped, "I will."

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Duncan, trudging on to the school bus, obviously wasn't thrilled to be here either. He let out a long despairing sigh, plopping himself onto a seat.

"Today is gonna be a bad day," he groaned.

"I know," I sighed, taking notice of his new khakis and vans. Duncan always wore basketball sneakers and shorts, what was this? "Did your mom make you wear pants?"

"No, actually...Actually, I wanted to,"

"Wow, I'm impressed."

"It's not a big deal. Let's talk about something much more important...what are you going to do about Dani?" He stared right at me with nothing but concern in his green eyes.

"I honestly don't know. I think I'm going to confront her at lunch today," I choked. Talking to Dani had been my first thought when I rose from my pillow that morning because for the past twenty-four hours I had done nothing but plan out what I was to say.