𝗔𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀 ↬ she's your basic, molded into the background, type girl. She does everything she can to stay unseen. The only people she can trust are her friends, but they don't even know about all of her trauma. No one does. She's just...
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It's cloudy this morning. Perfect. Just what I need.
Every bone in my body feels heavy. Like every move I make towards getting ready for school is a huge, power-draining task.
I take a shower, put my contacts in, fix my hair into a high ponytail, and get dressed. I walk to my mirror and take one last look at myself before school. A single tear runs down my cheek. I quickly brush it away like I'm not the only person in here right now.
Joey and Wyatt should almost be here. Pull your shit together, Allie. Just for today.
First period goes by slowly, excruciatingly slowly. I almost fell asleep during it. Now it's second period.
I walk in alone and take my seat. Idly, I write down each assignment from the board as Mr. Darnell walks in and the bell rings.
Everyone makes a weak attempt at being quiet and actually paying attention as he starts speaking and leans against his desk. "Alright so for today's lesson, we'll be..."
He's quickly interrupted. Someone stumbles into the classroom and causes every eye to look at them, including mine. But I sigh when I see who it is.
Asher is standing at the front of the room with his hands lazily sitting in his pockets and his tie hanging loosely around his perfect neck. The top couple of buttons at the top of his shirt are undone. His hair is tousled and he looks quite nonchalant. Why, oh why, does he have to look so hot?
"Mr. Loving, you're late," Mr. Darnell says, standing up straight.
"Sorry, personal reasons," Asher smiles tightly. I smirk and drop my head, shaking it.
"Yes, well, just because you're of large stature outside of these walls doesn't mean you will be treated any differently in this school. And, fix your tie, Mr. Loving."
His jaw tenses and he tightens his tie a little, looking indignant at Mr. Darnell. But, when his eyes catch mine they lighten a little and his face softens. "Yes, sir," he smirks, walking to a free seat across the classroom.
I roll my eyes and lazily scribble notes as Mr. Darnell talks. I decide to let my hand rest for a minute so I take a break and glance up, but immediately I catch Asher's eyes already on me.
His lips break into a soft smirk and then he looks back down, writing on a piece of paper. I shake my head and lay my head in my hands.
I'm so tired, why won't Mr. Darnell just shut up? I actually feel myself starting to drift off when I feel a light tap on my shoulder.
I snap my head up to see the guy across the aisle handing me a note. I look at him curiously but he just gestures for me to take the note, so I do.
I fiddle with it in my hands for a second, flipping it over and over, before reluctantly opening it. Six little words in scribbly little handwriting were scribbled on the piece of paper. It read:
