The Bad Boy Stole My Text Books

Chapter 9

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I step out of the hallway, back into the cafeteria. I look at the lingering people.

Tyler looks like crap. He's rocking back and forth like a mad man, he looks like he hasn't eaten in days.

Anyways, Amber is next. She quickly get's up, walking really fast, dragging her feet. She looks... suspicious.

She's the first on my suspect list.

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"I feel like a legit detective," I complain to Chloe. "Dectective Blackwood, catchy," Chloe says, winking at me.

Chloe looks down. "Are you okay? You look really tired," I say to her.

"No, I'm not!" She exclaims. She starts sobbing into her hoodie.

"What happened?!" I ask frantically.

She stops sobbing. "You have to promise me not to tell anyone. " I nod.

"My parents are getting a divorce."

Today is just full of surprises.

"My mother isn't taking it very well," she says. "My dad has been very abusive. I think he's been drinking."

"Chloe." I put my hand on her shoulder. "You can stay at my place, up here in my room."

"Thank you," she breathes.

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"I don't understand, how could Justin have gone missing?" I ask Scott. I am out with Chloe and Scott.

"Some people was Justin walking home alone that night." Chloe says.

"Tyler told me he walked home alone that night." Scott says, taking a sip if his coffee.

"I really hope we find him." I say.

"Me too." Chloe put's her hand in mine.

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I walk up to Tyler's house. His parents car isn't their, so I figure I just knock.

Knock, Knock. "Who's there?" A person shouts from inside. "Um, Nicole?" I say puzzled.

I hear footsteps come from the door. A cop opens up the door.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"Are you Nicole Blackwood?" The cop asks, bringing out his notepad. What is with cops and their notepads?

"Yes I am."

"Okay, we are gonna need to ask you some questions."

Da Fuh?

"Okay, uh sure."

"What was your relationship to Tyler Rhymer?"

"He was a good friend."

"Okay, that expalins a lot. We're gonna need to put you in custody."

"What?! Why?!" I frantically ask.

"You are tied to both of the disappearances of Tyler Rhymer and Justin Keegan. You are on our suspect list."

I grunt. The police man gently flips me around, and he... HANDCUFFS ME?!

"Why is there a need to handcuff me?!" I ask.

"Just in case you get any bright ideas," the police man says, with a smirk.

Bitch.

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"I still don't understand why you had to handcuff me," I complain, rubbing my wrists where the tight cuffs, uh "cuffed" me? Yeah, let's go with that.

A police man ignores my comment, and allows me to sit in a uncomfortable metal chair.

"Where were you at 8:30 last night?" The police man asks.

"Uh, I was sleeping."

He gives me a confused look.

"Do you understand how early I get up to slap some black stuff on my eyes and get dressed? And considering I am officially the hottest girl throughout Amberwood highschool," I include proudly.

The man shakes his head, and scribbles something down. Scribble.

"Exactly what was your relationship to Mr. Rhymer?" The man continues.

"He is in love with me, but I can't return his feelings. Even though he is freaking hot."

Scribble.

"Did you see anything suspicious going on?"

Did I? Hold up, let me think. *insert Jeopardy thinking song*

"I did. He looked tired, and beat up when the police came to interrogate us."

"That will be all for today, thank you for cooperating."

I nod, giving the police man a fake smile.

Bitch.

I step outside of the police station, finally breathing in fresh air.

Suddenly, I get grabbed by someone. "What the hell?! Get the frick off of me!" I shout. I open my mouth to scream, but my scream get's muffled by a cloth.

Everything goes black. I never wanted to be in a cliche scene if I were ever in a movie.

But, I guess I'm in one right now.

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A/N

I hope this story isn't getting boring or sorta cliche. This is a VERY typical cliche story. Some people like then, some people don't. That's fine by me.

Edit: Tyler is the banner. Since he is going to be playing a big part, might as well include him.