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Prologue.

"Hey Joe!"

"Oh, Hey Alyssa..."

"What you got there?" Alyssa asked as she took her seat in breakfast right next to me.

"Ah, this my dear girlfriend , is a telecommunications device called a cellphone" I replied sarcastically.

"I know Idiot!" Alyssa said as she hit my arm in a playful way "but what are you doing on it?"

"I'm doing work" I lied as I turned the screen off and looked at her green eyes and brown hair. Her white face stole the show in this crowd of Mexicans in this ghetto place we call school. Her straight brown hair fell on her shoulders in an innocent posture that lied about her personality. Her slim body created the perfect outline for her long hair to rest on. The hourglass figure held its physique even though she hardly works out. Her gray sweater had little holes in it and an undershirt covered her torso. Despite the disappointing undershirt, the sweater hugged her figure in a way that made me uncomfortable. Not to mention those tight leggings...

"Are you done?" she asked, snapping me out of my gaze.

"Uhh, yeah." I replied in embarrassment as I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Well, earlier I heard about the upcoming Valentines dance and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go" she said in a questioningly manner.

"Alyssa, we're dating, you don't need to ask, its an unspoken agreement"

"Well, it seems I just broke that rule. Too bad."

"But yes, we're going. And I'm wearing my suit" I answered as groans arose from my other friends at the table.

"What?" I asked them.

"Do you need to wear that fucking suit everywhere?" a muffled voice said

"Screw you Victoria, you're just jealous of how I can pull off classy clothes and all you got is that." I said as I motioned at her body. Her body was slumped over the table with her head in her arms. Her face was nowhere to be seen as it was hidden within her arms. Her black, thin rimmed glasses rested beside her arms. She was covered in a blue shirt that read "Aeropostle" and bell bottom blue jeans. Her black and white converses covered her feet as her pink socks peeked out of the top of her shoes

She didn't answer me as she started talking to someone else.

I felt Alyssa take my hand in a gentle grip. Our hands holding was against these stupid PDA rules. I hate middle school.

I looked over at the clock mounted on the cafeteria wall and it read in red letters, 8:20. First period begins at 8:24.

"Hey! We have to go! Class is about to start!" I yelled to my friends. I usually have to remind them of the time and let them know when we have to go. Lost in their own little world, my statement was left unanswered. Until one voice rose over the others' murmuring.

"Shut the hell up Joe! We are in the middle of a contest!" Alazae hollered at me. Her brown eyes never left the tower of poorly stacked phones in the center of my circle of friends. Each eye anticipated the fall and soon, the tower shook, crumbled, and fell from its stacked position. It was doomed from the start. They were all lopsided and the tower was already wobbly. Alazae's head fell as the entire table erupted into yelling and laughter. The 8th grade students each took their own phones and embarked on their voyage through the sea of students at the doors.

"You made it fall!" Alazae yelled as her eyes glared into my soul.

"No I didn't, I don't partake in your stupid games Alazae."

"Well, whatever. We should be going now." Alazae stated.

"Yeah, Joe. We're gonna be late to English. And you know how Richason can get." Alyssa warned with a cautious look on her face.

"She can wait" I said as we began our journey