The Other Twin

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

*He Has a Name*

Thankfully the road that Saxophone Dude had gone on was in a quieter and secluded part of town. This means that no ladies were hit. Unfortunately there were a lot of potholes. Being fresh out of driving school myself, I think I hit every single bump on that damned road as I sped after him.

He didn't get a chance to get too far ahead so I was able to follow him easily. I don't think he even expected a chase. Not that it was much of a car chase, but this still was a pretty exhilarating thing. I was in a car chase, using a semi-stolen car to get back my phone. I felt like such a rebel.

Accelerating slightly, I drove up beside him and proceeded to yell, "Give me back my phone!" Saxophone Dude jerked his bike away from the car, surprised by our sudden proximity. His sudden twist caused the bike to tip over.

"Aagh!"

Yes, he fell on the sidewalk. And since he didn't get hurt it was very, very funny. He sat up and glared at me, "Don't you have other things to do besides bothering innocent civilians?"

That set me off.

"Innocent? You are in no way innocent. You're a thief! Going around stealing phones, I could file a report you know!" Fully recovered from the initial shock of my sudden appearance he suddenly smiles like we're sharing a private joke, "How are you going to do all that without a phone?"

I made an angry swipe at him, just narrowly missing his hair. Too bad, I wouldn't mind ripping a chunk, maybe it'd lighten that big head of his.

"Wait. Why are you getting so far away?" I suddenly ask, finding it much harder to reach him. I flick my gaze to the steering wheel and realize that the car had been idly moving down the opposite street as I was trying in vain to get my phone back.

"Ta-ta Taryn." He waved as I continued to roll down uncontrollably. I glanced at the one-way sign at the corner. Shoot.

I ended up having to circle around the block to get back to the spot where I last saw Saxophone Dude. Just as I had expected, he wasn't there. Squinting slightly my eyes made out a small speck up ahead. Riding a bike. And holding out a small object that was undoubtedly my phone.

Guess I wasn't getting that back anytime soon.

By now I was utterly exhausted. Being temporarily locked in a secret passage and then going through a car chase can do that to a girl. Then I remembered that I had to pick up Ollie and I groaned. Beth was going to be annoyed. My mom was going to be even more annoyed. And I didn't even get to try out for the job.

The job.

I hadn't realized till now but my surroundings were really close to Hafsa's school. This meant that it was close to the Paris Baguette shop. The day wasn't done yet. Reenergized with newfound motivation, I started up the car and slowly drove it down the busier streets of Main Street. After finding a place to park and carefully easing the car in, I jumped out the seat and walked down to the end of block to the large building printed with a logo of the Eiffel Tower and a giant sign reading out "Paris Baguette".

I took a moment to read the loose cursive of the words carved into the transparent doors, "Mon Amie, Mon Amor, Mon Paris Baguette."

My Friend, My Love, My Paris Baguette.

This was it.

Hoping that I didn't look like I just went through a mad car chase, I attempted to smooth out the knots in my hair and tried to make the large amount of dirt on my clothes too noticeable. Finally figuring I did as much as I could've to salvage my appearance, I pushed back the transparent glass door to the store.