The New Boy

Chapter 32

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I am back at long last, the start of 2017 has been rough and complicated for me and I didn't really know how I could keep writing with all the stuff on my mind. But enough about me. This was my first book and one of the one's I am most proud of so I wanted to release a new chapter of this before anything else and I hope the people who've stuck by this book and said such kind things about it are excited to see what happens with Scott, Allison, Dylan and Derek, whether it will be a happy ending eventually or simply another sad but real story.  Since the story has branched off and the main characters have gone their separate ways for now, I will be continuing to switch POV's, tell me if you like that or if there is ANOTHER character you would like to get to know better because of course this story is supposed to tell many individual tales of misfortune. If there is another book you would particularly enjoy seeing another chapter of, or if there is anything you need help with then feel free to message me or leave a comment on this chapter because of course my readers are my biggest priority during the creation of this book. Thank you for all the support and sorry for not resuming this sooner.

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Allison's POV 

It was nightfall by the time we reached Columbus but my fear of being lost in the dark streets were quickly vanquished by the view of bright lights from the windows of the high rise buildings like a cartography of fireflies floating over the city. The sights and smells were completely alien to a small towner like me, there was no scent of nature or home, just the scent of fumes from belching vehicles, smoke from the cigarettes of passers by and something indescribably nauseating coming from the run down liquor store Lydia had parked outside. The population seemed without the ability to smile, walking home after their long days work with a sense of misery mixed with the urge for efficiency. The whole aroma of the city managed to allure me and frighten me at the same time. 

"Finally!" Lydia groaned, slamming the driver's door and meeting my side on the pavement. She seemed less intrigued by the new world around us, but I suppose the city her father lived in was much like this one even though she barely mentions the subject, "My legs were cramping for that entire journey. You both owe me one" my best friend turned to Dylan who had slumped out of the backseat with an unattractive yawn plastered across his face. 

"Let's find this Ben Charleston guy then" I sighed and looked down the sidewalk, I caught a glimpse of the main street at the end with its flashing red traffic lights and stubbornly beeping cars, "This place is huge and we don't even have an address"

"This plan just gets better and better then!" Lydia exclaimed sarcastically and folded her arms.

Dylan finally spoke up, "We don't need one"

"We don't?"

"The future is now people, I followed Ben's social media pages as soon as we got on the road. The guy knows everything about everyone and he manages to always get around, of course he'll be addicted to technology" he held his phone to us and we squinted at the bright screen as Dylan continued, "He said he was getting ready on his facebook status, posted a photo of a party he's at an hour ago and tweeted the location thirty two minutes ago"

"That's actually pretty smart Dylan..." Lydia said and smiled slightly, making his once smug face turn noticeably bright red. 

"I-It was nothing really" he stuttered, "Let's go get some answers"

I nodded in agreement and set off down the cracked sidewalk with Lydia and Dylan in hot pursuit. All I could think about was how every second we were here, Scott was being manipulated more and more by his psychotic 'friends' and becoming less and less of the man I knew he was and I wasn't going to let that happen without a fight. If Ben Charleston knows about this therapist. I'll get it out of him.