Is This Considered A Cliche?

Chapter Five | The Truth Is Like An Ulcer (Part Two)

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by M-A-COYNE

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Chapter One

T H E T R U T H I S L I K E A N U L C E R

PART TWO

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I let out a sigh and leaned against the door when I heard Alphonso's motorcycle rev up and dart down my street. I pushed off the door and made my way down the hall, passing the hall mirror hanging on the wall. I stopped, did a double take, and looked at my reflection more closely.

On my right ear was the silver, clip-like earring Alphonso always wore.

I glared down at my feet as I slowly walked through the school halls. School had just ended and both Sofia and Natale were absent; and I hadn't been able to reach them on their phones. Of course, I have an old, crappy phone that never seems to get good reception, so I wasn't too worried about it.
I let out a grunt when crashed into someone, causing us both to fall to the ground. I smiled when I noticed who it was. "Emma!"

The other girl looked up from where she was gathering her books and smiled in return. "Hello Jackie," she said in her timid voice. She finished gathering her things and stood up. "Are you okay?"

I jumped up and nodded. "Sure! What about you?"

"I'm fine." She looked to her left and right and then leaned in closer. "I saw what happened yesterday, is everything alright?"

My grin widened. Emma White became my neighbor about ten years ago. She and her mother moved across the street to live with Emma's grandmother (old lady Higgins, remember the old nosy toad?) Emma has always been kind, and timid, yet undeniably adorable. She's one of those girls that makes you just want to pinch her cheeks and give her lots of ice cream.

"I'm fine," I assured Emma. I looped my arm through hers and continued to make my way out of the school with her. "No need to worry about me."

"But," said Emma in her usual soft voice. "I heard that the boy that took you yesterday was Alphonso Venturi. Also, grandmamma said she saw you getting off his motorcycle two nights ago."

"That old lady is so nosey," I growled. Emma laughed and nodded in agreement. When we walked out the doors, the sun hitting our faces, Emma stopped laughing and stared. My heart quickened. Could it be...?

It was. Alphonso was once again outside the school gate, leaning nonchalantly against his motorcycle. This time, however, the other four boys I met yesterday were with him. Tons of girls were crowding around them, giggling and fluttering their eyes. I wanted to take Alphonso's bike and run each and every one of them over.

Alphonso straightened when he noticed me, completely ignoring the other girls. Ha! In their faces! I walked over to him, forgetting that my arm was still around Emma's and ended up dragging her with me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, tilting my head to the side while trying to hide my delight.

Alphonso smirked. "You said you were still confused. So, I decided to take pity on you and explain everything to you."