The Eighth Breakup ✓

Chapter 8 Stop Puking Inside My Car!

Chapter 8: Stop Puking Inside My Car!

"Lover boy, where's Vincent?"

Nolan glowered at me. "Don't call me that. And Vince should be here any second."

I didn't say anything but observed my partner. His cheeks still had the leftover colors--purplish black---from the bruises he received. My own cheek had a similar color. My mom had a fight with Mr. Casey about the lack of order in Saturday detention. Mr. Casey apologized on behalf of the teacher who wasn't present.

I got away, though, and so did Nolan somehow. Vince and his gang ended up with in-school suspension for the week.

The whole school heard how Nolan "defended" Helen.

"Aw," a girl commented passing by. Nolan and I stood in the corner of the hallway near Ms. Bozzo's office. We were waiting for Vince but people got wrong ideas.

"Look what you've done!" Nolan said frustrated.

"Look who doesn't care," I said and pointed to myself.

He exhaled loudly and leaned against the wall. I shrugged and turned to find Vince. He was headed to Bozzo's even though he needed to be in the detention room. When he saw us, Vince glared.

"Vince, one second," I said taking a step forward. Vince stopped with a hard expression. "Just show the photo to her and watch her dump you," I said quickly. He should still have the photo I slipped inside his jacket on Saturday. "She will hurt you."

"She won't," he replied confidently.

"Wanna bet?" asked Nolan, his arms crossed.

"Just watch," said Vince as he headed into Bozzo's office, leaving the door ajar. Nolan simply shook his head at Vince's back and gestured for me to follow. We were going to eavesdrop.

Nolan really had a knack for getting us in trouble.

"Vince, shut the door completely," Ms. Bozzo said.

Vince ignored her command and said, "Terryn, someone took pictures of . . . us." He pulled out a photo from his jacket and handed it to the psychologist.

"What?! Who?!" Ms. Bozzo frantically asked.

"I dunno. We--"

"My job is importa--" she set herself up.

"Excuse me?" Vince didn't sound happy. I hoped he wouldn't hit her like he hit me. That hurt.

"Vince, I'm sorry but--" Ms. Bozzo said in a desperate tone. If she really needed the job, then why did she keep using younger boys? I bet Vince was shocked to hear this. All his confidence in his "girlfriend" had disappeared.

"Screw you!" spat Vince. "We're done!" He snatched the photo from her, turned and walked out angrily.

Nolan and I wasted no time in moving away from the danger zone. Our principal was coming down the hallway. When he saw Nolan, Vince, and I in the same area, he told us to freeze.

What lie to make up now?

"Can I see your pass?" Mr. Pallardinneti asked.

"We have lunch--" I began on behalf of Nolan and I.

Vince interjected, "Here's my pass." He actually handed the principal the photo. Neither Nolan nor I saw that coming. Ms. Bozzo was hurrying out of her office behind Vince.

When she saw the principal, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.

She was so fired.

"My office, Mr. Marek, Ms. Bozzo, now!" the principal said with a grave look. He turned to Nolan and I. "Get back to the cafeteria."