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After class, a guy comes up to me.
"Hello, my name is Taylor." He says.
"Oh, umm hi I'm Wynter."
"Yeah i know, i saw you in class today." He replies. I nod my head real awkward like.
"So, where did you come from?" He asked while leaning against the lockers that we're at.
"California," I reply, "Im not too impressed with the weather though." i say as i walk with him out the door of my new school.
"Ahh, so you don't like the cold," He says. "Well you know I don't either." I look at him surprised, them i stare at his beautiful chocolate brown eyes with just a hint of gold. then at his shaggy brown hair, and perfect face.
"What?" He asks in a soft tone. My face reddens.
"Oh umm me?" I ask, but its a stupid question, since we're alone leaning against the building. He smiles and sort of laughs.
"Yes, you."
"Just you." I say wishing i could take it back, but then realize he's smiling.

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