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Allison Braidford
Friday, November 20th

It's been three days since Xander stormed out of that dreadful cafeteria and left the school wondering what had just happened. It would've have mattered to me if I hadn't stupidly grown attached to him. But I had no one to blame but myself. I shouldn't have let it get that far and I shouldn't have let Xander leave the school thinking that I slept with the scumbag, Dylan.

"Miss Braidford! Would you like to tell me the answer?" Mrs. Hart snapped at me.

"What?" I asked, dazed. This was the hundredth time I had zoned out in one of my classes in one week. Even though I had only know Aubrey and Aspyn a few short days, even they could tell I was very off. I blink my eyes, pulling my self back to reality. Mrs. Hart had just written a complicated equation on the board and I was expected to solve it, I guess.

I look around, trying to find some sort of clue. My eyes land on Andrea, who was mouthing the word 'seven'. I sigh in relief and mouth a silent thank you to her, maybe she had changed.

"Seven," I state, confidently. Seemingly the whole classroom erupts on laughter and blood sides to me cheeks. Aspyn and Aubrey look at me sympathetically, but I refuse to make eye contact with anyone due to my dire embarrassment. Mrs. Hart laughs menacingly and shakes her head disapprovingly.

"The formula for a area of a circle is seven? For your sake, Allison, I hope you're joking considering you should have learned this five years ago. I know your sweet boyfriend dumped you, but this is no way to go about the day," she mocks. Chelsea snickers and whispers more useless things to her friends.

The bell rings loudly and I blast out of that wretched hole. I wander out to the hallways and make my way to PE. Everyday that I've gone to PE without Xander makes me miss him more. Gosh, what's wrong with me.

I quickly change into my uniform and try my best to shrink away from Chelsea, who makes to attempt to hide her verbal criticism of me.

"Alright class! Since yesterday was our final day of dodgeball, we are starting our new unit; Capture the Flag. Now I understand many of you do not like to participate, so we are going to assign roles so everyone has a specific job. There will be offenders and defenders; one third of every team is offense and two thirds defense. We will have team captains instead of assigned teams. The captains a..." Coach Katrina is interrupted by the sound of the gym doors opening.

"Xander," I breathe under my breathe. I was overjoyed to see him again. He looks even better than he looked on Tuesday. But there was one thing different.

He was with other people.

Behind him walked five almost as perfect specimen; three boys and two girls.

The blonde one was tall and thin, but managed to keep a bubble butt, nice curves, and a full chest. Her pink and full lips were naturally pursed and added a sense of sassiness to her look. Her full and straight hair tumbled effortlessly down her back and almost reached her bottom. She was clad in a deep blue blouse, black high pumps, and black jeans. She spelled out utter sophistication and natural beauty.

The other girl was quite shorter by about three inches. She rocked a pastel pink cropped halter top and light wash jeans with a few rips on the knee. Her white vans shone in the light that flooded in the gymnasium and pulled the whole look together. Her dark brown curly hair contradicted her light outfit and brought out her grey eyes. Unlike her friend, I previewed her as more laid back and loose.