It's been a week since Luke last talked to me. It's horrible. I feel all alone. I've been talking to jai more though. And I still have Vicky and Carls who were mad and shocked to see me as I didn't tell them I was returning. Beau has been ignoring me for a while, he has the same look of guilt in his eyes that my grandpa did when he told my grandma that he was cheating. It makes me wonder. Carmen and Charlotte, Delilah and Kelly have been trying to talk to me recently, like they want to be my friend. I've been ignoring them, I don't need fake friends. I need ones I can trust.
And also Amanda moved in while I was away. She has a 13 year old daughter called Peggy. She's sweet but shy. I like her considering she shares my room. Peggy attends another high school which is private. Her dad pays for her. She's away with him the now I think. I haven't seen her for days. Her clothes are still there though. Must be away on a visit.
Amanda is mental. I cannot stand her. She's all chirpy and shit. It's frustrating. And annoying. Annoyingly frustrating. Grrrr! she steals my clothes. Who wears a crop top at age 30? I mean she is still young but not that young anymore. Ugh. She still has that crop top. Hmph. I'll go get it.
I jump off my bed and skip towards the hallway closet. I open up the door and pull out the hangers. I spot the crop top under a denim jacket. Nice jacket. I pull the hanger out and put on the denim jacket. I also unhook the crop top and clutch it in my right hand. I put my left hand in the jacket pocket and do a pirouette. I feel a paper like object in the pocket. I pull it out and read it:
My dear Amanda,
I cannot meet you tonight but my office is free all lunch ;) meet me at 12 for the time of your life.
Love Farad.
And Amanda replied with:
Farad,
I would love too.
Amanda.
Wow. One she is cheating. And two she needs to work on her replies. That's a shit reply. I mean, he said 'my dear' and 'love Farad'. That's some cute shit right there. But she is cheating. That is wrong. Do I tell dad? or wait and see if I find another one? maybe search her car?
"Cordelia?! Amanda and I are going out for tea. There's soup in the cupboard!" dad shouts going out the backdoor. "We are taking my car! see you later!"
Wow. If that doesn't scream 'search the car' I don't know what will. Might as well. Maybe after tea. I'm hungry.
2 hours later
One phone call to jai and a bowl of soup
"So you were trying on her jacket and found the note?" jai asks, fiddling with the paper in his large hands.
"Yeah," I reply sheepishly. "I want to search her car but I need help to get it over and done with fast. So if they come back early it will be done."
"And you decided to choose me?" he asks, gesturing towards himself.
"Yup!"
"Okay! let's gooo!"
I grab the Mercedes car keys and head out of the house closely followed by Jai.
1 hour later
One car search later
Nothing
Absolutely nothing
"There was nothing. I even searched her handbag," I say, collapsing on the couch.
"Me either. I searched the glove compartment by the steering wheel. The secret one. And found a phone. That was it," he says sighing. Well that was useless. "what do you want-"
"WHAT?" I shout after realising what he just said. "What kind of phone?"
"A shit old Nokia thing. Not worth anything," he says, pulling it out of his back pocket and chucking it across the room.
"You genius! she had a blue Samsung! not a Nokia! do you really think a woman with stilettos and a fancy car owns a shite phone? really!?" I say, picking the phone up and turning it on.
What I see next is not what I expected. This is worse.
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