Since his older sister told him the name Michelle Lisle it was the only thing Clark could think about. He knew that Nicole Lisle took Jon’s place in the family as his older brother, Nick, but he needed to find out who took Nicole’s place as it might be the missing link he was looking for.
Joni’s description of Michelle simply as “that French bitch” was less than helpful, so he asked around Ridgemont elementary. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long to find someone who knew her.
“I know Michelle, she hangs out with my older sister, Gladys.” The curly red-haired June O’Brien informed Clark. “And her brother Anton is friends with my older brother, Henry.”
“That’s great news! Do you think one of you could introduce me?”
“Maybe. But my older brother’s always out and my sister’s kind of preppy. Why do you wanna meet Michelle? I think you’re a little young to be her type. Plus half the school is already in line.”
“Oh no I’m not… I just wanna ask her some questions, that’s all.”
“Oooh I like questions! What kind of questions?” Little June asked, evoking a hush from her teacher.
“This is silent reading time, miss O’Brien.” Mrs. Warren reminded her.
“Yeeeah.” June stuck her tongue out at the teacher when she wasn’t looking. “So? Are you gonna ask her what her favorite color is or what, Romeo?”
“It’s not like that. I just wanna know more about her.” Clark stated, not helping his case.
“Oooh like what kind of flowers she likes and what kind of music she listens to…” June teased.
Clark could handle June’s teasing, but when Kameron Phillips blocked his path on the way to his last period he started to panic.
“What’s the rush, pussy boy?” Kameron asked, crossing his arms.
Clark couldn’t believe how much of an asshole the former Karyn Black had become. He’d chosen not to share this detail with her earlier because he didn’t want to upset her. It was hard to think such a nice young woman and a friend of Jon’s could end up being such an outrageous little prick. And frankly he liked the bully better when she had tits.
“Couch up the lunch money, fag.”
“I only brought enough for my lunch today.” Clark said honestly. If he had the spare cash he would easily pay the toll to get out of this dire situation. He wished more than anything he had the stone right about now.
“Wrong answer buddy. Follow me.” Kameron grabbed Clark tightly by the collar of his shirt and dragged him down the hall towards the boy’s room. He kicked open the door to see a wimpy little 3rd grader scamper out like a cockroach.
“Coward.” Clark said as Kameron threw him on the tile floor.
Kameron grabbed the cleaning sign and put it in front of the door so no one would disturb them, then he kneeled next to Clark who was lying helplessly on the floor.
“Lick it.” Kameron commanded, pointing at the floor. “Every inch.”
“Every inch??” Clark started to complain, only to get a swift kick to the ribs.
“Asking questions now Madison?”
Clark scrunched up his face in anger and reluctantly began licking the bathroom floor.
“Good little pussy boy.” Kameron laughed, snapping a picture with his phone.
“Hey!” Clark started to complain, only to receive another kick to the ribs.
He was on his hands and knees licking the dirty bathroom floor for what felt like an hour, when suddenly the bathroom door burst open. He looked up to see who it was.
