Clueless

Phase Fourteen

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Phase Fourteen

  

          “Sh!” I glared at Philippe. “This is for your girlfriend, so don’t ruin it!”

          Philippe in turn glared back at me. “For the freakin’ last time! Elodie n’est. Pas. My. Girlfriend!”

          I rolled my eyes. “Say what you want, Monsieur, but I assure you that you can’t fool me.”

          “Would the two of you shut up and stop flirting?” Wayne hissed at us.

          “Sorry,” I answered saucily. “And we’re not flirting, Wayne. Keep in mind that Philippe’s Elodie’s chum.” I snickered, using the French term just to annoy Philippe further. I was rewarded with his growl and shove. I chuckled.

          We waited for about another two minutes before the distinct sound of a door creaking open sounded. Nothing. What? Where was Elodie?

          And, then, the unmistakable sound of the light switching on caught my attention, and the next moment, the room was filled with light. “SURPRISE!” I yelled anyway since we supposed to turn on the light.

          My shout was echoed by those of the others. A second later, I burst out laughing. Why? Elodie had Anthony in a chokehold against the wall. Anthony was supposed to be the one to turn on the lights, so I guess she found him while searching for the light and decided he was a threat when the lights were still off.

          Elodie released Anthony. “Sorry.”

          “Whatever,” he mumbled.

          “Dude, that was hilarant!” Philippe exclaimed, choking on his laughter.

          I nodded. “Agreed!” was all I managed to say while guffawing.

          “Shut. Up!” Anthony hissed, glaring at Philippe and me.

          Philippe sobered up and smirked. “Aw, poor Anthony was outwitted by a thirteen-year-old girl!” He started giggling.

          I stared at him. “Are you seriously giggling?”

          Philippe rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

          “Ah, Anthony’s rubbing off on you!” I exclaimed dramatically.

          “Ahem.” Pierre interrupted.

          “Happy Birthday, Elodie!” I said, grinning and giving Pierre a sassy wink.

          He rolled his eyes at me. “Ange, you are impossible! Seriously…”

          “At your service,” I mock-bowed.

          “Happy Birthday, Ellie.” Wayne interrupted.

          I gave him a look. “Ellie? Really?” I pretended to sneak a glance at Philippe. “Shh! Don’t wanna get Philippe jealous now, would we?”

          Philippe shot me a glare. “I heard that, Ange.”

          I shrugged. “Je sais. I know – that was the point, Sherlock.”