chapter thirty three

"Looking like two clowns out for dinner - the usual."

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Emily going to school was a struggle. Her cast weighed a lot, mixed with the uncomfortable crutches and the stairs never seemed to end. Poor Emily was huffing and puffing by the time we even reached the front gate on her crutches, and I felt so bad.

Nate said that she should get a wheelchair, but Emily insists that she will look like an idiot with one. I think Nate only wanted to get it so that he could wheel her round at top speed and he and Tyler could take turns doing wheel stands in it.

He thinks I didn't know that, but I could see straight through his pleading eyes.

Nevertheless, we are both in Spanish class now and Emily is sleeping, much to Miss Gonzalez's demise. I can see the spiteful looks she keeps shooting Emily, but doesn't say anything because Emily looked like she was a zombie as we walked through the doors. I think Miss Gonzalez realised that letting her sleep is the only way to get off scotch free — otherwise Emily will probably go rank at her and start answering all the questions wrong just to piss her off.

I vaguely see Allie in the corner of my eye standing up in her seat, but I'm too busy finishing the worksheet to pay any more attention to her.

"Excuse me," her voice is loud and the whole class falls into silence.

"Allie, get down off your desk!" Miss Gonzalez snaps, making me lift my head to watch the scene unfold.

"No, I have something to say, I will be quick," she takes a deep breathe. I've never seen Allie so nervous before. I'm tempted to wake Emily up, but I really want to live for a few more years.

"As you all know," she coughs, "I'm known for going round. I have had way too many boyfriends to count, and I'm pretty disgusted in myself for that." She laughs emotionlessly.

My eyebrows raise, and I hear a few gasps from students.

"Yeah, surprise, surprise. So I thought that I would just clear this up for everyone. I've hurt way too many people, and trust me, I hate myself for that. People make mistakes though — right? I just happened to make huge ones. Ones that not only impacted me, but impacted the lives of others—"

"Get down now."

Shut up Miss Gonzalez, this is getting interesting.

"Okay," Allie nods, "One thing, though. I'm gay, and II'm sorry to all the guys who I have played for that, bye. Oh, and just so you all know, your opinions don't affect me, you should be happy that I'm finally accepting who I am."

I watch robotically as Allie gets down from the desk with a nervous smile on her face. Gay? I have nothing wrong with that, but why didn't she say anything sooner? She strung all those guys along, when all this time she bat for the other team.

I hear everyone gasping, and the snapping of pictures being taken. What idiots. Inconsiderate bastards. No wonder why people nowadays don't have the courage to speak up, it's because of low lives like them.

With a smile on my face, I start clapping for her. I know I should hate Allie after everything, but I can't help but not. Allie isn't a monster, she's human. She made mistakes, now she's trying to fix them.

People look at me weirdly, but I just keep clapping.

Allie looks at me with disbelief, but I just send her a smile.

Poor Emily, she definitely missed out on this.

Soon, people start to clap with me, even the teacher. I feel good. I feel like I've done something right, and it has never felt better.

***

"I can't believe you slept through the whole thing," Nate wheezed out, pissing himself laugh. He banged his head on the cafeteria table, now resorting to snorting since there was no air left in him.

Tyler is laughing as well, but he's sobered up and is grinning at me. I smile back at him, thankful that he thought that what I did was the right decision.

"Shut up," Emily blushes, "I was so tired! Do you want to go on crutches all day? Do you? They're horrible. I can't get shit out of my bag for the life of myself, and I always have freaking itch where I can't scratch it!"

"Do you have crabs?" Clark butts in.

"No!" Emily's blush deepens, meanwhile the rest of us are crying with laughter. "Under my cast! I have to use a ruler or a pencil to itch it!"

"Oh," Clark pouts, "I thought you had crabs. That's good gossip, you know."

"Shut up Clark," I shake my head, still laughing. "Anyway, what are you all doing this weekend? I think we should go out camping or something?" I shrug lightly. Since we missed out on our annual camping trip to the beach this summer, I thought we should do it again.

"It is way too cold for the beach," Tyler frowns.

"Yeah," Clark agrees, "My nipples would fall off, and I don't want that to happen!"

"What about if we go out to that new camping spot next to Riverina?" Emily suggests. Riverina is a small lake next to a huge forest of trees, dividing our town from the next. They recently cleared out sections of the forest so that people could camp there, which was convenient for us.

I nod my head, "That sounds good? Is everyone free, though?"

Nate, Tyler, Emily, Clark, Brendon and Eloise all nod their heads.

"I'll bring my Jeep," Clark giggles, "I haven't christened it with four wheel driving yet."

I roll my eyes at him. He thinks that everything gets christened — even inanimate objects — when they go to do things. Like swimming, he christens his new board shorts.

He's such a bloody character.

"Oh, Tyler," I call out to my hottie, "You're coming with me tonight."

"He's coming with you tonight?" Clark gasps, shoving Tyler on the shoulder. "Man, why didn't you tell me you've ridden the pony?" Clark stares at me with a quivering lip.

"No!" I gape, "I have not ridden the pony you horny bastard." I shake my head frantically, "Tyler, I need you to come with me tonight to stalk Austin and Savannah's date."

"Your poor brother," he laughs briefly, "That kid is going to be traumatized by the time he's even old enough to drive because of you."

I shrug, "Older sister benefits!"

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Disguises.

They can either make or break you.

They will either make you look like a complete fool, or work perfectly.

Unfortunately for Tyler and me, we happened to get the bad side of the deal. I had asked Tyler to get me some disguises, and what does he get?

Wigs.

Now wigs aren't bad, I would have perfectly accepted them had they not be freaking rainbow afro clown wigs. Honestly, I swear that boy is a little bit no there sometimes.

"Oh god," I groan at the sight of myself in the mirror, "We look like idiots."

"No, we look like two clowns going out for dinner," Tyler corrects me, getting up and standing in the mirror as well. "It's not that bad, totally convincible if you ask me."

I face palm.

Somehow, we just so happened to have clown costumes and red noses and face paint lying around. The costumes are about three sizes too small, and I feel like I have a major camel toe. Tyler keeps complaining about how there's not enough room for his junk, and I feel like I'm about to burst the seams if I even breathe.

Clown costumes for kids are not designed for junk and boobs.

Yet, this just so happened to be our outfit of choice for this mighty fine evening at Delilah's Diner. Austin had chosen that as Savannah said that they were going to have a one-night special with new, exotic food.

In other words, Tyler and I are buying food from a restaurant and pretending we made it.

"Let's go," I turned on my converse clad feet, "I can't look at myself anymore."

"Neither," Tyler shivers, squeezing my butt as I walked out of my room. I shot him a warning look, but blushed a little inside. Even those little gestures affect them — heck, I'm a goner.

Austin had already left fifteen minutes ago, leaving us enough time to finish getting ready and drive there in Tyler's car. My mom — who was surprisingly home — offered to drive him to his date since he couldn't drive and I was 'preoccupied'.

"Turn the PDA off," Emily gags from where she is on my bed. Oh shit I completely forgot about Emily being there. "Have fun, make friends."

Gosh, she sounds more like my brother every single day she spends with him.

We get to the restaurant where we are picking up the food ten minutes later, Tyler running in to grab and pay for it. He looks like he just came out of the loony house with his too-small costume, vans, big red nose, melting face paint and crazy afro wig.

He's still cute though. Tyler is always cute, even if he is wearing a potato sack.

After five minutes, he comes out with two doggy bags with the food in them, handing them to me to keep warm while we drive to Delilah's.

We hand the food to Delilah when we get there, who gives them to Douggie — the chef — to put on the plate and add finishing touches, while Tyler and I take a seat a few booths away.

Austin looks pretty adorable in his button up baby blue shit and black jeans with his trade mark skate shoes on his feet. He even brushed his hair for her, and that is very unusual.

Savannah looks gorgeous as always. I envy her, because for being so young, she is so damn pretty. Her ombre short brown hair is braided at the front, and she is wearing little to no makeup like usual. She has a lacy white shirt on with a leather jacket over the top and leggings. I only know this because she had to get up and get a new straw because she accidentally flicked it a few booths away when laughing at what my doofus of a brother said.

"They're so cute," I whisper to Tyler who nods his head. We probably look suspicious as ever as we are both sitting next to each other, facing the oblivious couple.

"Welcome to Delilah's Diner, how may I help you?" Delilah arrives at our table, holding back the laugh.

"Hmm," I think, "I think this time I'll have the chicken parmigiana with salad thankyou."

"No nuggets?" Tyler's hidden eyebrows raise. I smothered them with white face paint, but it's starting to melt and he looks more like he's off a horror movie than a kid's performer. "I'll have the homemade meat pie with mash potato and chips," he recites off the menu.

That's what I love about Delilah's, they sell food that regular people would eat, and not exotic shit like other restaurants sell. Except, their 'regular food' is amazing.

We watch them for a bit, talking briefly about the camping trip this weekend and eating our food. Nothing has happened so far that would be deemed interesting, until Tyler drops the bomb.

"Shit," he yelps as he accidentally knocks his cup of water off the table, shattering the glass to pieces.

"Good one," I snort out a laugh, but stop laughing when Austin and Savannah turn around to look at what all the racket was about.

I see Austin frown, then a look of disbelief settles on his face.

Oh shit.

I just realised — these clown suits were Austin's favourite costumes back when he was a kid, of course he's going to remember what they look like, after all, they do have hearts and locks all over them — stereotypical I know, our last name is Lockheart.

Then, he glares.

Deathly glares.

"Run!' I scream at Tyler who was staring down at the glass shards guiltily. "Freaking run," I yell again when he looks up in confusion.

"Shit," he curses, jumping up onto the table and racing out of the restaurant, leaving me behind. My costume is so tight I can barely even move, and I'm running like I have chafe between my legs.

God damn it.

I exit the restaurant without further complications, only the fact that we didn't pay. "SHit, Tyler!"

"What?" Tyler checks me over for any scrapes or injuries.

"We didn't pay."

Tyler waves his hand like it's nothing, "We can pay tomorrow, I'm sure Delilah won't mind."

Right at this moment, it starts to rain — no, pour.

I laugh, not even bothering to move out of the rain, I'm sure I look like a train wreck — afro all wet and limp, and face paint running.

But, I could say the same for Tyler as well. He looks hilarious, but also slightly scary.

Thank god I'm not afraid of clowns.

"You know what?" Tyler says as he leans forward, "I haven't had a kiss in the rain with you yet."

"Oh really, now?" I raise an eyebrow, "I guess we'll just have to do that then."

Tyler's lips press onto mine, my eyes involuntary fluttering shut at the impact. His lips are slightly wet and cold from the rain, but I'm sure mine are too.

I try to angle my head to deepen the kiss, but our huge red noses are in the way. I break the kiss, pissing myself laughing at that. I rip off my nose and Tyler's, pressing my lips back onto his again.

"Much better," Tyler says in-between kisses.

My hands trail up his toned clown costume covered stomach, while he tangles his hands through my afro.

As hilarious as this is, there's nobody else I would want to do this with.

It's just Tyler and I against the world.

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Naw, I love Tyler and Nova. So cute. So cuddly.

So as I said, new book! Here's the summary:

Everything started with one stolen kiss.

Now I'm not some Virgin Mary who has never had a boy kiss me, but this was Jacob Summers we're talking about. Jacob Summers may be the epitome of gorgeous, but he and I go as well together as peanut butter and sausages - horrible, I would know.

So why all of a sudden is he stealing kisses off me, and why the hell am I not stopping him?

There's one thing I know, and that is that those illegal kisses are affecting us way more than they should be.

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