Kelly would be a perfect choice. Just like you were there to bring Mikey and Lindsey together, so did she – she was one of the “cupids”, in fact. Everyone saw her on the party – just ask one of the cheerleaders!
But of course, the real Kelly Miller wasn’t there. She was, for a given sense of the word “physically”, but she wasn’t there for a given word of the sense “spiritually”. If you need to bring her, you need to call your girlfriend, who did the deed – and who knows her more than you do.
And if she can give a reason why she’ll be skivvish during the next week, all the better. Thus...
“I could get you Kelly. I mean – she didn’t want me to tell you, but she was my informant.”
Ashley looks surprised. “Interesting. When can you get them for me?”
“I dunno...” It’s not even noon, so you have enough time to form a plan. “How about at 3?”
“Sounds fair. Where?”
“Here?” you timidly demand. “Needs to be close – I don’t have a car.”
“Alright.” She stands up, pointing at you. “3 o’clock. Sharp.”
“Well,” you point at the layout. “Can’t leave unless you check this.”
You see Ashley rolling her eyes, leaning on the screen. She points at one of the articles on the gossip page, swiping her finger away. “Take Kuntz’s one down. That should give you about a thousand words.”
“Why?”
“Because if it’s true, I want it complete before Monday. Sounds better than her silly hit piece against Mr. Olbermann’s test anyways.”
--
It’s a quarter before noon, and you’re frantically trying to contact Jessica. You hope it’s not Katie answering for her – though the worst possibility has been prevented as you took the pen with you.
Fortunately, it’s her who answers. “Dave?”
“Jess? Listen up, I need a favor.”
You hear a small bout of silence, then a hushed voice. “What kind of favor?”
“The kind that’s making you whisper,” you reply.
“Make it quick. Katie’s watching my every step.”
“I need you to contact Kelly. Ashley – the school editor, remember – asked me to talk to her. It was either her or the lovebirds, and we don’t know--”
“Do you need me to be there?”
Her response made you very pensive. “Uh... yeah. I need you to tell her she saw Mikey and Lindsey--”
“Hold on.” You hear your girlfriend discussing with her sister from the distance. “Katie, stop bothering me! Yes, it’s David. No, I’m not going out – he just wants me to get someone for him. Stop being so paranoid! It’s for an article at the school newspaper--”
You tune out long enough for her to give you the bad news. “Won’t be able to help you. I’m grounded, basically.”
“Wait - missus Hunt grounded you?”
“No, but if I want Katie to stop pestering me, I’ll have to be here.” You soon hear a hum from the phone. “Wait. I’ll tell Kelly to call you. Use Plan C.”
“Plan C? But wait, we haven’t even gotten to plan B!”
“Babe, Plan C. Anyways, gotta go. Tell her ‘Hi’ for me. Bye!”
You’re still baffled by Jessica’s code, when it dawns on you. Who else would she want to greet, if she’ll call Kelly herself?
--
It takes roughly an hour to make a round trip from home to school, as well as the couple minutes spent trying to convince your parents, but Claire’s tagging along with you, alongside a half-empty backpack. You’ve already had to call her out on leaping, for she is extremely excited at the idea.
You just finished telling Kelly to meet you near the bleachers, where you could easily take her to a darker place. All you need is to fine-tune the details with your sister. “You got everything from Jess?”
“Yeah.” She’s plugged to her phone, reading intently. “She stopped Kelly before she left for the party, then took a ride with Sonya and the others. She did some idle chat, but told me about two things your editor might be interested in.”
“And what’re you gonna tell her?”
“That I saw Mikey and Lindsey together because I sent them off before leaving.” As you nod in approval, she hounds you with a follow-up. “Say, are you gonna tell her you told me about that plan?”
“What plan?”
“Remember you told me to tell Sonya about a plan?”
“I heard from Ashley – from my editor – that it still happened. Did you tell her?”
“D’you think I could? I was just telling you that to leave you guys alone – it's not like I could text Sonya. Besides, it’d be weird if she did, and I didn’t wanna have Sonya ask her about it.”
Though you take a deep breath, holding your disappointment towards her, you must admit it was a clever move. “Alright. We’re not gonna tell her about the plan.”
“Alright.” Claire slaps you as she notices someone approaching. “She’s coming!”
You turn to where she’s pointing to notice Kelly arriving. You were so focused on your mission that you failed to notice why Claire was so excited to replace her – between her large breasts and her short-cropped platinum blonde hair, Kelly’s almost a younger version of Ashley Wright at first glance. But the color of her hair is very different, and so does the faint overbite that gives her a memorable smile – a rare trait that distinguishes her from her near-identical peers at the cheer squad.
She’s not on the mood to smile, though, as her lips are pursed with worry. She’s glad to see you, but even that doesn’t urge more than a little smirk from her. “Hey, you two. I failed to get your names – you're David, right?”
“Yeah,” you say, only stretching your hand as she does. “And this is my little sister Claire.”
“I’m only little because I’m the youngest,” she replies as she unloads and drops her backpack. “Davey, I need to go to the bathroom, alright?”
“Uh...” She doesn’t even let you reply before she dashes away. “Sure.” You look at Kelly and grimace. “She can act a bit childish sometimes.”
“Not that I’d know of.” She rubs her arm, looking around nervously. “Listen - Jessica told me you wanted to tell me something.”
You look around, following suit, only to notice this is a perfect opportunity. “Yeah, yeah. I, um...” You discreetly draw the pen from its hiding spot, covering it with your hand. “I wanted to see how you were doing, but I didn’t get your number – Claire was also worried about you.”
“Yeah - she was really insistent that you guys wanted to see me.”
She doesn’t seem to suspect, so you bluff her. “Say, are you feeling alright?”
“A little nervous, to be honest. Why?”
“You look kinda pale.” You draw closer, but only by a step. “You should check with a doctor – that's not good.”
“But I don’t feel dizzy--” You take advantage of a side glance from hers to shoot her with the pen. You draw close as you see her spooked visage deform into a ghastly one, deflating before your arms as you grab her.
You notice Claire had this planned from the beginning – the backpack’s open, and if you’re thinking right, she must have gone to the nearest bathrooms, which should be open for both despite only the boys being around. You drag Katie’s deflated body aside and stuff it on the backpack, looking around in hopes no one saw you.
Soon, you make way into the bathrooms, where Claire evidently expected you. “Took you some time, no?”
“Could’ve told me you were gonna jet.”
“Davey, I know you’re a quick thinker. This is nothing to you.” She grabs the backpack, holstering it to her shoulder. “What did you tell her?”
“That she looked pale and she should go to the doctor.”
“Yeah, I think she’ll believe it.” She looks around before stepping into the bathrooms with a candid smile. “See you in a while.”
You fiddle with your phone to tell Jessica the plan worked. You’re about to tell Ashley that you’re with Kelly when the latter appears, fondling her breasts. “God, I missed these...”
“Claire!”
“Shush! I’m Kelly now, remember?” She takes a small mirror from her purse and checks her face out. “Gonna have to fix my face a little bit.”
It’s amazing to notice the change when they’re so similar. Kelly’s only a smidge taller than Claire – an inch, you figure – and though her breasts are larger, she’s got a figure as curvy as your little sister. Maybe it’s because it’s your sister, or because of her choice of attire, but Claire isn’t that bad looking. And yet, it seems she’s unsatisfied with her looks, as she’s flashing her grin to the mirror.
“Y’know, she looks better like this than with her uniform.” You have to agree, as her blouse shows enough arm and cleavage, while her jeans hug her legs tightly but flow loose by the legs. She rubs her hand on her hair, briefly playing with it, before adjusting the locket hanging from her necklace. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s do this.”
“I was gonna tell Ashley – the editor – to meet us here.”
“It’s gonna be weird trying to figure out who’s who. Just call her ‘newspaper girl’ from now on.”
“I’ll probably go with ‘my editor’ from now on. Anyways, I’m gonna--”
“Hey,” she stops you. “Did you know other-Ashley had to leave recently? I passed yesterday near her house and she was leaving with someone. Didn’t talk to her ‘cos she might recognize me.”
“Claire, stop thinking about her.”
“Don’t worry,” she says as she twirls around her new looks. “I got something good enough to replace her.”
“It’s just gonna be for as long as I need to convince my editor about the story.”
“Alright, alright!” She throws her arms and turns her back on you, but quickly twists back to you. “Hey, I got an idea.”
“What?”
“Did you ask her to meet us right now?”
“I told her to give me a couple hours – until 3.”
“Does that Mikey kid live close?”
You immediately question her intentions. “What are you planning?”
“Look - witnesses are good and all, but what if we could get it from the mouth of one of the protagonists? He could cover you about what happened next.”
You feel Kelly’s “testimony” is enough, but Claire’s got a good point. What if you could get Mikey himself to confess?
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