Second (L.H)

"I saw how smart she was. Her hand was up all the time and she was very quiet. But she was still dumb enough to not know when she was being used." Luke Hemmings was the new boy in town who was still trying to keep up with drama, stereotypes, and cliques of his high school. He's got his fair share of friends and knows the basics. He may even know more than most about the towns people - except the towns reality show of a family the Kingstone's. Emmanuelle Kingstone is different than other girls in her town. She is the know-it-all girl who sits straight with her hand ready to raise at a moments notice. She doesn't seem to care about getting the next best sports scholarship or what party is going on that weekend. Though she does still tend to crack under pressure. Emmanuelle and Luke seems to be the only ones who don't know about a big piece of the towns history, the 'winter wonderland' of 2010. While Luke tried o keep up with this project and slove the puzzle that is Emmanuelle Kingstone he is in for a few surprises. But does this know-it-all know anything at all? -Updates every Sunday-


6. Second 5


Houston, we have a problem.

You know that annoying thing parents do where the second you get home they start asking you a thousand questions?

If you don't - then you're lucky- but it goes a little something like this: 'Did you make a new friend today? What's his name? Where's he from? What's his birthday? The color of his cousin's girlfriend's hair? Wait it's a girl? Is she pretty? Is she your girlfriend? Did you set a wedding date yet?' This all happens in the span of 20 seconds. Without even saying a word they think they have all the answers. Which is why my mom thinks I'm bringing home the girl I like for dinner on friday.


The second I walked through the door my mom sprang from the couch like it had burned her and rushed to meet me. I set down my bag and walked toward the stairs hoping she would leave me be. But nothing had gone right that day to begin with.

"Hey, you're home a bit late. Where you with a friend?" She said as she followed me down the hallway.

"Mom," I sighed. "Please I just want to rest before dinner."

"There is something you're not telling me." She accused and stopped at the bottom of the stairs to stare at me. "Was it a girl?"

Once again I sighed but before I could reply she was already squealing and rushing up the steps to meet me.

"It is a girl! What's her name?! What is she like?! What were you doing with her?! Is she pretty?! I bet she's beautiful! I want to meet her!"

"Mom there isn't a girl. You're delusional." I turned into the doorway of my room and was about to shit the door but she stopped me.

"I said I want to meet her, young man, so I will. Invite her to dinner friday night. Even if she is 'just a friend' you only ever bring Michel over and he has got the mouth of a sailer! Please?" She looked at me with sad eyes and Even though I knew that there was no girl and I wouldn't be bring anybody - I couldn't tell her that.

"Okay, fine! I'll ask. Now please, my nap." I shut the door and rubbed my eyes.

What have I done now.


"Dude I was at practice. What is so important you have to call me 4 times?!" Michel said once I had picked up the phone.

Girls aren't the only ones who go to their best friend when things are wrong. Though I did only call 4 times instead of 23.

"My mom thinks there is a girl." I said rubbing my face. "She wants to meet her Friday night. I'm supposed to bring a girl over for dinner."

"I don't see why this is my problem."

"There is no girl, Michel!" I exclaimed. "What the hell am I supposed to do?! I might as well drive to Shirley street and pick up a hooker!"

Shirley street was the ghetto of this town. You did not want to go near there unless you absolutely needed too. I know it sounds pretty cliche but it's true. There are drug dealers on every corner and addicts are everywhere. Sometimes they even find themselves asleep in on the sidewalk. They have taken over every side street of Shirley's, every alleyway, even the children's park is covered with syringes and reeks of weed.

Next to drugs, these addicts favorite pass time was the hookers that sat outside the liquor store. They wore these discussing outfits and their hair was always crazy and curled.

"Dude just ask Nela. She's nice enough."

"She kept giving me death glares today. Also she has a boyfriend. I don't feel like being beaten for practically hitting on her."

"You're over reacting. Just ask anyone. What about Kate!"

For some reason her name sent a sour taste to my tongue. From what I had seen she was so rude. My mom was expecting someone nice, polite, and Kate was the opposite - I hadn't even had a conversation with her yet so I didn't want to know what she would really be like.

"She glares for looking in her direction during lunch. She'd blow her rape whistle if I said so much as a 'Hi'!"

"Fine. Emman- what ever her name is. Your mom wouldn't have a problem with her, that'd be a nice change for her."

I stopped and actually thought about it. She was nice - push over nice. My mom wouldn't notice though. Emmanuelle wasn't bad looking. She was probably the perfect thought of every parent in town.

"Emmanuelle." I said. "Fine but how do I ask her? I've only talked to her twice! First I scared her so bad she fell into the woods screaming. The second time I didn't even say anything, she just said 'Bye Luke."

"I'm not your therapist, man. I'm driving. Figure this out your self."

"No! Dude!" I pleaded into the phone. "One more idea and you can go."

"Or I could leave right now." I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Just one more idea!"


I sighed. At least I wouldn't be completely clueless. Michel was surprisingly good at giving advise. He may give crapy advise when he doesn't care but he knew I wouldn't stop bugging him until I got real advice.

"Ask her to come to your house so you can work on that writing assignment together. It does involve research right? Most of Kingsley's shit does. Once she's there ask her to stay for dinner. Then you can even walk her home so your mom doesn't bombard you with questions before she goes on her night shift."

There's the Michel I knew. If he tried he could be valedictorian material.

"You, my friend, are a genius."

"Finally. I'll be home in a minute make sure Alfie isn't out okay?" With that Michel hung up probably relieved to be away from my nagging.

"ALFIE!" I yelled. Hoping she could hear me. Sure enough I could soon hear the padding of four paws dashing up the stairs.

Alfie was a golden doodle. She was probably a little over five years old with a shining gold coat. Michel had found her as a puppy in the woods. She had been starving with a huge cut on her back leg. Michel's family took her in as a peace treaty with Michel. He had moved to the town about a week before. His cousin's had lived there so he had always been around and was familiar with the kids. Though when his cousins moved out and gave the house to his family he was furious. Once he got moved in he barely talked to his parents. The dog made him happy and got him talking to them so I guess it worked out.

Next to my back door was a doggie door that the old owner probably used. The first day in this house my mother and I didn't see a need to cover it seeing as it was late and no animal would wonder from the woods to our house. Alfie wasn't from the woods though. She left Michel's house and came to mine in the middle of the night. It is a weird morning when you wake up to find a random human sized dog sleeping half on top of you.

Of course once she grabbed my football and ran I had to run after her. I ran in only my sweatpants right into Michel's yard where Alfie and I had a tug of war contest with my football until Michel came out and asked what the hell was going on. Then again to him I was a half naked stranger in his back yard trying to steal a football from his dog.

That's how all friendships start right?

Alfie would still occasionally end up sleeping in my room. I always had to call her when Michel was driving home because she would go crazy and run right in front of the car.

The golden fur ball jumped and put her front paws on my chest. She strained her neck and tried to lick my checks.

"Eyy, buddy." I said rubbing her ears.

I shut the door so she wouldn't run out and sat down onto the bed to resume my nap but now with Alfie. She snuggled her head under my arm so I would pet her.

I shut my eyes and thought about when the best time to ask Emmanuelle to do 'research' at my house on Friday. Honestly never thought the first girl I brought home to dinner would be anything like Emmanuelle.

For some reason I'm proud of this chapter. I have no idea why. It's not longer than the others or has cute moments I just like it. Honestly i think its Alfie.

Alfie was a dog that my cousin was sitting on easter. She had lime disease that cause liver failure i think. She was so skinny it was so sad I almost cried when left because I knew that would be the only time I would see her.

She was also a Golden Doodle that was half my size. She was so cuddly to me. she was trained not to sit on the couch so she would look at me with these sad eyes and whine to be let up, so of course you have to say yes. she came and sat down on my lap! she looked up and started liking my face and though yes it is gross it was just so cute I couldn't stand it! I spent more time with her than my family and it was easter and my birthday! When I left she started howling - again she was trained so she would barely bark at anything. It was so adorable and I honestly feel so bad for her family because loosing a dog is so freaking hard and she made an impact in just 4 hours that the years the had her must have been life changing. From what I know she is still with us but I just got so depressed when petting her and being able to feel her ribs. She was so sick but the sweetest dog. God I wish a miracle on her.

on a happier note hope you enjoyed! okay I'm done so i remember to like and favorite it would mean the world!! happy readings!

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