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anastasia's pov:

"brandy, can you help me put this poster up?" i asked my best friend while standing on a fold out chair. she placed the tape on the floor and pulled her chair next to mine. we were putting poster's up over school announcing that spring dance tickets were on sale.

"whoever made these posters has no creativity," brandy laughed, "and this tape is shitty. we'll walk by tomorrow and they'll be on the floor."

i wasn't paying attention.

"hey, who you looking at?" brandy asked as we both stepped down.

"sam. wilkinson? you know him?"

she scoffed, "what girl doesn't? what boy doesn't? he fucks like five girls a weekend. he's a fuck boy and you know it."

"just look at him." i responded. i've had a crush on him since the beginning of this year. too bad he doesn't go for girls that have more meat on their thighs.

"what about him? what, he's with another girl again? wow, nothing's new."

"no, he's really cute. maybe i have a chance?"

i went to the other side of the hall and grabbed my books from the ground, "see you later." i said to brandy while walking in the direction of sam.

everyday, i walked passed him at least three times, and we never exchange words. i want to, but he wouldn't. and if anything happened, like conversation wise, he'd give me a dirty look after whatever word he said, or i'd screw up and not say anything at all.

as i walked passed him and his guy friends, more like 'the fuck boys',' one of them whistled, which caused me to look back, "excuse me?"

"nice ass." one exclaimed. he was sam's best friend - jack gilinsky. i rolled my eyes and continued on my way. they were calling me a bitch, but i didn't mind. maybe my outfit was a little revealing, but still.

the bell rang, and i just walked into my anatomy class. sam was in here, too. he sat three rows behind me. the teacher walked in, and started telling us about this project she was assigning us.

"there are groups of three." she said, and from there i was pretty much zoned out. until i heard my name, "anastasia, jack gilinsky, and sam will be one group."

i put my head in my hands as my blonde hair covered my face. what an adventure this was going to be.

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