" The Boy Next Door "

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Turns out, the day got even worse. First off, i have every class with that brat Natasha. Isn't that a dream come true? Anyways, third period, at gym, ZACK TOUCHED MY HAND WHEN WE WERE PLAYING VOLLEYBALL!!!! Well.. Not really. When the server started that game, he moved back and he touched my hand a little bit. I shrieked!! He heard it and then he smiled! So the day was good i guess. But then Natasha tripped me in fifth period when i walking to the sharpener. Why is she so vile!?

After school, i went on the bus to go back home, and guess what!?
Zack lived right next to me!!! So, when i was walking home after the bus dropped us off, Zack walked with me! He asked me a few questions.
" Hey Im Zack, whats your name? " he said. I hesitated
" My name is....... its Allison but you can me Ally for short.
" Ok. Hi Ally, I just wanted to day i was so sorry for the way Natasha acted. You shouldn't be treated this way. So in a way of her punishment, i broke up with her." he said. After he said that sentence, i was screaming is joy inside.
" You didn't have to do that. " I said
" Well, i hate when i see people bullied, he said.
" Oh, well its really nice that you care about people, i never meet anyone like that besides my dad, and my new friend Scarlet that i met today" i said.
" Oh well... Thank you. Everyone thinks of me as the hot, popular stat quarterback. Its nice to have someone think differently." he said. We just walked in silence.
" Well, i better get home, my father must be worried about me." I said. I didn't want to leave but, i had to get to the house by 3. Something you should know about my dad is that when he says a specific time to get home, he means it. Its so annoying.
" Oh... Well ok, nice meeting you Ally." he said. Its was so cute when he said it.
" Bye Zack." I said.
Then that was the end of it...

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 31, 2015 ⏰

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