Is This Considered A Cliche?

Chapter Eight | Dog Not Dawg (Part One)

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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☁M-A-COYNE's Corner☁

Wow, this took forever to finish. (Sheepish grin) Actually, I
finished this chapter about two weeks about, but I hated it and had to start over. Sorry! I'm also working on a website that will have all the info on the characters and pictures and a soundtrack for the story as well, so be on the look out for that. I have alot of stuff to do so the next update will be after that, sorry. With projects and stuff coming up, I just have no time to write. :(

I hope you all liked this chapter and don't forget to leave some love in the comment section! Or else I'll send Alphonso and his crowd after you! ...though I guess that wouldn't be such a bad thing. ;)

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Chapter Eight

D O G N O T D A W G

PART ONE

There are two choices I could make. I could, one, go after Alphonso, demand why he was being such an ass even though he said he understood my decision. Or I could, two, stay here with Natale and Sofia and everyone else, confused out of my mind and spend the rest of my life wondering what might have happened if I had just listened to my heart and gone after Alphonso.

Take a wild guess at which I choose.

"Alphonso, wait!" I shouted, sprinting towards the door.

"Jackie!" I heard Natale and Sofia call out, but I ignored them and pushed past the door.

I saw Alphonso getting onto his motorcycle. He stopped mid-step and turned around to look at me. "What?" Why did he have to sound so annoyed? He should be thanking the heavens I even bothered coming after him.

I ran up to him and poked him in the chest. "What is your problem? Why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?" he snapped, grabbing my wrist and pushing it away.

"Like a...a...a big fat jerk!" Oh, yeah, I sounded menacing now. Not.

"A jerk? I can't act like a jerk but you can act like a tramp?" Alphonso glared at me intently.

I gasped in indignation. "A tramp?! How am I acting like a tramp, you overbearing antelope?"

"Not even a day and you're off kissing another guy! Not just any guy, you're kissing DuBois!"

"First off, I didn't kiss him, he kissed me. Second, it shouldn't matter to you whom I kiss or when I kiss them because we are not together! I am a single, independent woman! Hear me roar!"

Alphonso let out a frustrated groan and ran his hand through his hair. He turned away, and swiftly climbed onto his motorcycle and took off, leaving me and his friends to stare after him in shock.

"...How rude..." I said, crossing my arms and turning away, trying to hide my disappointment from the eyes of the five boys still standing next to me.

"You guys follow him," Sergio commanded while taking hold of my arm. "Funny girl and I are going to have a chat."

Uh oh.