Not So Cliché After All

Your Skeleton In The Closet

"Then I gave her a ride home." Alyson finished explaining. She and her friends were sitting outside school before first period. 

"What did her house look like?" Daisy asked with a slightly shocked face.

"I don't know, why?" Alyson asked, puzzled by the question. 

"Some people say she hides dead bodies there. No one has ever been to her house." Phoebe muttered. 

"Others say she keeps guys prisoners there, for sex of course." Jade filled in. Alyson's face filled with shock and disbelief.

"And if no one has been there- how do you know all this?" She asked. The girls just shrugged and said it was rumors. 

"Damn right, it's all rumors." A voice scoffed from behind the group. They all turned in confusion. They were met with the sight of Paris, wearing black, skinny jeans styled with a black, cropped t-shirt. On her shirt was 'Kill My Mind' in red print. Her hair was in a bun, pulled together by a red scrunchie. She was wearing red converses to go with the outfit. 

Jade, Daisy, and Phoebe seemed frightened while Alyson just smiled warmly. "Good, but everyone has a few skeletons in the closet, don't they?" Alyson chuckled. Paris nodded with a small chuckle, the three other girls nearly shaking in there skins. 

"Oh and by the way, Jade, slut shaming is a sin. As well as gossip. I wonder what your priest father would think of that..." Paris said with a smug look just as the bell rung. She headed inside without another word. 

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Alyson usually paid attention in class, that was until she noticed a familiar bun two seats ahead. She quietly pulled out a piece of paper, jotting down a message. 

'𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠? 𝐼𝑓 𝑠𝑜, 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 

327-403-9631

𝑥𝑥 -Your skeleton in the closet'

She passed it to the person in front of her, whispering for him to pass it to Paris. She watched as Paris opened it and read it, quickly looking away before Paris looked back. When the period ended, she walked out swiftly. She didn't want to be rejected, as friends of course.

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After school, Paris walked home. She kept her pepper spray in hand while walking down her block. Once inside her house, she ran to her bedroom. She didn't want to be around her father. Parker began doing homework. When she reached into her bag for her history notes, she felt the note. She pulled it out reading over it again. The girl smiled softly then frowned, pulling out her cellphone. 

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334-999-3657: Hey! This is Paris Parker, I was handed a note today in class with this number. Please let me know who the rightful owner of the letter is, I will pass the note along.

327-403-9631: Hey there! It was actually meant for you, Paris. This is Alyson. How are you? 

Paris: Oh. Sorry, I thought it was meant for someone else. I usually don't get numbers given to me haha. God, I'm so fucking awkward...sorry. I'm fine, how are you?

Alyson: It's fine! I'm alright. Wanna play a game?

Paris: According to what you have in mind. 

Alyson: 20 questions?

Paris: Sure, you start.

Alyson: As in I ask first or I answer first? 

Paris: Ask. One chicken per person.

Alyson: Deal. Favorite colour?

Paris: Black. I'm not emo, I just find the sight of pure black pleasurable. Favorite song?

Alyson: Never thought you were emo. I'd have to go with No Judgement or Slow Hands. Body count? You don't have to answer if you don't want to.

Paris: I love Niall Horan's music. Mine is two, yours?

Alyson: Oh. Everyone at school says other numbers about you. Mine is 0 lol. What started the rumors about you being a slut? (I don't believe them, just curious.)

Paris: My cousin started the rumors. We were in rivalry at the moment. She did it for revenge but then went overboard. She tried debunking them but no one listened. Where did you move from and why? 

Alyson: That's awful, I'm so sorry. That's technically two questions but it's okay. I moved from London. We moved because I was being bullied so much for being openly bisexual. What's your sexuality? 

Paris: Thanks, I'm sorry you got bullied. Chicken. Biggest regret? 

Alyson: Staying in the closet for three years. Yours?

Paris: Shit, can I use a chicken?

Alyson: We agreed on one each.

Paris: Biggest regret would be choosing my dad over my mum when they divorced. Got any pets?

Alyson: Aww, don't say that. I'm sure your dad is lovely. I have a Samoyed dog, and a Persian cat. I should head to bed, sit with me tomorrow at lunch? 

Paris: Your friends wouldn't fancy that. 

Alyson: So?

Paris: So what if they get mad at you for inviting me over?

Alyson: I don't care, just think about it. Okay?

Paris: I'll think about it. Goodnight Aly x.

Alyson: Okay. Goodnight Pari x.