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Chapter 15- Used Tissues & Soft Thank-you's

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Ö A l e c M y e r s Ö

I didn’t know what the heck was going on with Florence. It was probably she had girl jealousy being infected to her. It happens, happens a lot.

" So Alec, when are you meeting up with Olivia? She’s really pretty.” My mom said from the kitchen.

The truth was, I tried to avoid Olivia as much as I could. But, wherever I turn, she’s batting her fake eyelashes at me. I shuddered at the thought.

“Er, not anytime soon.” I yelled back.

My mom looked disappointed.

“Alec, you can do better than Florence. Last time I saw her, it looked like she had an accident on her pants.” Mom said shuddering.

I frowned at these words.

“Its not that way Mom.. she’s getting bullied by Olivia.” I said.

She scoffed, not believing me.

“Olivia? Shes an angel Alex, you deserve her.” She said.

Is Olivia paying my Mom to say this?

I shook my head, and headed out for the front door. I was going to meet up with Florence.

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I knocked on her door. Once. Twice. I heard someone yelling to have the door opened, and shuffling to the door.

Florence stood their, her dark brown hair not in her usual waves, instead in clumped up pieces. Her eyes were red, as if she was crying for a very long time. She tried to close the door, but I kept it open.

“Flo.. what’s wrong?” I asked her.

She looked at me straight in the eye looking mad.

“So you’re seriously going to act like you don’t know?” She said quite scarily in a small voice.

“Don’t know about what? Look if this is about Olivia, I’m not planning to date her anytim-”

“I’M NOT THAT DESPERATE FOR YOU!” She said, not being able to contain herself.

Florence’s mom came up behind me and smiled when she saw me. She had chipped teeth and chapped lips.

“See honey? This boy’s rich.. good job getting the money.” Her mom said, whispering into her ear.

“So, Florence you only liked me for money, and when I don’t hand it over you act like a brat?” I demanded.

“No, it’s not like that Alec!” She pleaded.

I shook my head, and walked to my car.

My mom was right, I could do so much better than Florence.

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“I bet you $6.00 I’ll get at her, first try.” Chris said.

“She won’t even glance at you, Chris.” Adam said.

I snorted.

“She won’t look at any of you.” I said.

Olivia was acting happy, smiling her face off. She was prancing around in her Victoria secret tank top, which revealed too much of her bra, and shorts that might of well be an second underwear for her.

Florence was at her locker, her hair looking dry and strange, constantly pulling up her baggy ‘Beatles’ shirt. I didn’t even bother her, while Stacey kept on coming up to me.

“Alec, that was so wrong of you to do! Writing that note to her.” Her voice faltered under my gaze.

“What the heck are you talking about?” I exploded. Teachers looked around me.

Stacey shook her makeup cakey face and walked away on her clicking heels. Stacey is that type of girl that would wear neon knee high socks with yellow 3 inch heels. Let’s just say, she's different.

“Alec!” I heard a frilly voice say.

It was Olivia, bouncing to me. Chris and Adam high fived each other in a dissapointed way.

“On Sunday, my parents are out.” She said, flashing me a quick wink.

My back tensed, as Adam gave a wolf-whistle. I kicked him from the behind.

“What about it?” I said.

She smiled.

“Oh, we could have some fun.” Her voice dripping in artificial sweetness.

This time, both Chris and Adam gave a wolf-whistle. I wonder why I ever chose these two idiots as my prank mates.

“Well, I’m busy on Sunday.” I said a matter of a factly.

She frowned.

“Humph. Well okay.” She said.

She turned on her heel and walked away, swaying her hips while doing so.

Truth was, I didn’t have anything to do on Sunday, but I know how Olivia is. She uses someone like a tissue. Once she’s done with them, she throws them away.

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Florence is different. I get that girls have their own phases (I’ve done after school health class, don’t ask why) but Florence is too strange. She’s starting to show up at the bonfire parties, wearing expensive clothing that’s too tight on her, and has her hair boringly straight instead of her curls. Yes, I sound like a freaking stalker, talking about her appearances.

In the hallway on my way to Gym, someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was Florence.

“Look can we just talk?” She whispered.

I nodded, and we walked over to the water fountain.

“I just want to say, thank you.” She said softly.

“What for?” I asked.

She shrugged.

“Just you know, being there for me.” She said, her eyes welling to tears.

Florence never cries. And when she does, there’s something wrong.

“Florence, what ever I’m being blamed for, I didn’t do it.” I told her.

Being the stubborn one she is, she shook her head.

“I just don’t know Alec.” She said.

For the shortest time, I noticed our heads were getting closer, our lips just an inch apart and-

“Er..”

It was Stacey.

“Well, I’ll just let you guys continue..” She trailed off awkwardly.

Then she shot Florence a sly wink, and me a nod of a head.

“So.. you wanna come over to mine today?” I asked hesitantly.

She thought for a while.

“.. No thanks Alec.. I have plans,” She said.

And then she walked away.

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