Down the Alleyway

Chapter 20

Lindelle

The nonstop vibration of my phone is starting to annoy me. When I checked earlier there's a naming war going on between Adam and Viane. It's probably is still on right now.

I clicked my tongue in irritation and decided to check it out again. Or even better-- leave the group.

I placed my cart on the floor and grabbed my phone from my pocket.

"No candies!" I yelled at Jhollo when I saw him tried to sneak a pack.

"But I want to!" he whined but I didn't mind him and directed my eyes towards my screen.

I was about to leave the group when Cory tugged on my shirt.

"Many people are messaging you right now, Lindelle. Are you popular now?"

Hell no.

"Nope," I simply said, popping the "p" at the very end.

"What's it say Lindelle, what's it say!" Rayne came up to me, bouncing on the balls of her feet like she's got a burst of energy or something.

She's probably intoxicated with sugar right now. Which one of these little shit brought candies?

I face palmed and let out a sigh.

I shouldn't have brought these kids with me.

I craned my head lower to look at her. "It's just my classmates telling me that my other classmate is singing for the first time in some undisclosed location right now."

"Really?!" Rayne's eyes sparkled dangerously.

Oh no.

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I was walking the streets and my steps were followed by small pitter patter of shoes. The several bags I'm carrying were rustling and my shirt is about to gave out with all their hands tugging on it in every directions. They kept on babbling indistinguishable things simultaneously-- so much so that it's starting to look like I brought the market with me. I can't do anything about it and the people who passed by us kept on giving me pitiful, condescending looks.

My back hunched in exhaustion.

I probably look like a worn out dad or something.

We stopped walking when I finally saw the others. Adam and Viane is still arguing. Both are jabbing fingers and fists to one another.

These idiots.

"The classmates!" Cory screamed in glee and the argument stopped. They all looked at us like we're some foreign object that just poppoed out of nowhere.

"Hey, hey." Adam scowled. "Why'd you brought kids? This is not a daycare center, you know?"

"Huh?" I scowled back, my eyes scrunching in threat.

I don't wanna hear crap especially from this guy.

"Stop talking shit, asshole," I snarled.

Jhollo laughed. "Asshole!"

"Shh." I covered his mouth. "Don't repeat that."

Each and everyone of them raised an eyebrow to what I just did except for Layelle who just clapped in delight.

"Listen, Adam." I walked towards him and jabbed a finger at his chest. "I know this is a resto bar but we're just here for the 'resto' part and would like to hear some good fucking music." I jabbed him consecutively. "So can you please get off my fucking back?!" My teeth clashed.