"Are you sure you can take care of the club by yourself?" Samantha asked me.
"Yeah, don't worry about it, tell Sheryl I said 'Get well soon'," I replied.
"Okay, I will, thanks James!" Samantha ran off to visit Sheryl, while I stayed behind to man the clubroom.
I sat down in one of the chairs and decided to just tell anyone who came in that Sheryl was sick today and to come back later.
Of course, I didn't except that person to be Scarlet.
Scarlet was one of the prettiest girls in our class, and perhaps even the school. I stared at her as she entered the clubroom and walked towards me, with her long, wavy, red hair gracefully following her. She stopped in front of me and smiled one of the cutest smile that I have ever seen. My heart stopped as I realized that the smile was directed at me.
Some of you might say that I have a crush on her, but I do not!
"Watson? Hello? Watson?"
Scarlet's voice snapped me back into reality and restarted my heart. Stuttering, I let the fact that she used my detested nickname slide and I said, "Uh, yeah. Hi Scarlet. What's up?"
"I need the After-School Detectives' help!"
"Well, Sheryl is sick today, so maybe you can wait until she-"
"But I really need help today! Aren't you a detective too?"
She looked at me with those sad, beautiful, grey eyes of hers, and I just couldn't say no. I sighed and said, "Alright, what do you need?"
"Well, I think my boyfriend is cheating on me."
"You-" I stuttered at the revelation, "You have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, is that weird?"
"No." I regain my composure, "No, of course not. Why do you think he's cheating on you?"
"Lately he's been avoiding me. Always saying that he's busy after-school, and even on weekends. Every time I ask him what he's doing, he would say that he was doing homework or studying, but there's no way he has that much studying to do!"
Scarlet's face was red with anger, and she was near tears as well. I stood up suddenly and slammed my hands on to the table. "Don't worry, Scarlet! I'll find out what he's doing!"
"Thank you, Watson!"
A grimace appeared on my face, but I quickly suppressed it. "So, who is he and where can I find him?"
She took out her phone and showed me a picture of our school's eighth grade basketball star, "This is Gregory. He should be practicing with the basketball team right now."
"Okay!" I gave her the thumbs up that Sheryl usually gives, "I'm on the case!"
I immediately regretted that cheesy line, but Scarlet just smiled and said, "Thank you, Watson!"