{Latin ^ Blood N Light} Wednesday, February 9th 2011 {Day 32}
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Just a few minutes later, in Mrs. Ramsay's class, the final group of students rushed inside as the bell rang. Scott spotted a seat behind Allison and quickly took it.
But as he was about to sit down, someone from the opposite aisle threw a leg up on the chair. Lydia smirked at him and said, "Try another row, sweetheart." Scott sighed and moved to a chair a few rows behind Allison.
Allison turned and nodded to Lydia, grateful for her intervention. "You didn't have to do that."
Lydia let out a quiet sigh. "You need an ex-boyfriend buffer for a little while."
Leaning forward, Scott virtually fell out of his chair as he whispered to Allison, making sure Lydia could see. "Allison..."
Lydia shook her head again. "See what I mean?"
"Allison?" Scott persisted, and finally, Allison turned around.
"Hey. Class is beginning," she muttered.
Scott ranted, shaking his head. "I know, and I'll shut up. I'm sending you some stuff I had on my phone. Thought you might want it." Allison gave an uncomfortable nod as their English teacher, Mrs. Ramsey, approached the board and began speaking softly.
"Alright, let's return to our discussion from yesterday and delve deeper into the analysis of Iago and the way he preyed upon Othello's jealousies..."
Allison's phone pings on her desk, drawing her attention to a message. She opens it and finds a photo sent by Scott. It shows the two of them holding hands, their cheeks pressed together in a loving embrace. Scott watches closely for her reaction, noting the smile that lights up her face as she views the image. They had captured a tender moment together.
But then, to Scott's surprise, he sees tears welling up in Allison's eyes. Her stare turns into one of rage, and she swiftly gathers her belongings, standing up abruptly in the middle of the teacher's lecture.
Mrs. Ramsey briefly turns to Scott, her voice low. "McCall, make sure to pass on today's assignment to your sister."
"He's my brother, not sister. Get it right," Scott hisses out as the bell rings, frustration evident in his tone.
Less than a few minutes, or so later...
Allison bursts through the doorway, with Scott close behind her in the high school corridor. She sniffles and holds onto her backpack, her grip trembling. Suddenly, she turns to face Scott, her eyes filled with tears.
"Why did you send those? Are you trying to make me feel even worse for breaking up with you?" Allison's voice trembles with a mix of hurt and frustration.
Scott shrugs, his expression pained. "No, I thought you would like them. I thought it would remind you of the good times we had together."
Allison swallows hard, wiping her tears away. "Are you trying to hurt me? To get back at me?"
Scott shakes his head, his voice filled with genuine sadness. "No, Allison. I would never want to hurt you. That's the last thing I want."
Allison scoffs, her grip tightening on her bag. "Please, just give me some space. I need more time to adjust and figure things out. Can we just be friends for now? Please."
