Perfect

One

-Avery Ozga-

Have you ever had a best friend? I mean really, everyone has. What about a boy best friend. Different story right? Well, I have a boy best friend, Oliver. I prefer to call him Oly, he doesn't like my pet name, for him. But he'll live. He's a 5'9, brown hair, blue eyed, sophomore, at Fairbanks High School. And I love him. Scratch that, I am in love with him.

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"Oh. Em. Gee!" Evee squealed. I turned to her, clamping a hand over her mouth.

"Shut up! You don't want him to notice you, now, do you?!" Evelyn's cheeks flushed a bright pink. It wasn't easily noticed with her dark complexion. I did have to admire this because during the colder months I looked like Snow White.

"He's just so cute, I couldn't help myself, Avery," she whispered. We both giggled as we walked down the red and white halls.

When we got to my first period she handed me a note, smiled, and rushed off. It couldn't have been from her, otherwise it would've been said, not written. I walked into the classroom like I was hot stuff and took my usual place next to Ren.

"Hey babe," Ren winked at me. The best part of the most boring class I have to take is certainly Ren Williams and his 'make you blush comments'. Which, did in fact, make my face burn scarlet. Ren laughed then turned to tune into Ms. Beach's lesson for the day.

"...And so you should get a=390," Ms Beach trailed on. When she wasn't looking, not that she could see me in the far back anyhow, I pulled the note Evee gave me out of my pocket.

It read,

Look Ozga you better back off, he doesn't like you. He never has.

What the hell.

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Tears filled my eyes, tears of anger. Why would Evee give this to me? Had she read it? Surely she knew what it said.

"Oh my, are we already out of time?" Ms. Beach peered over her glasses at the clock.

Ren laughed, "We sure are!" She rolled her eyes and shooed us out. The whole class laughed. I pulled my algebra and history book out, and my agenda. I put my belongings into my bag and walked out the door.

I was walking down that same red and white hall when somebody grabbed my shoulder. Ren ran in front of me. I must've been walking fast because he looked pretty out of breath.

"Wait, Avery, wait!"

"Yes?" I looked away as he tried to look at me eye to eye.

"Avery stop."

I looked at the girls bathroom opening. They didn't have doors on the bathroom entrances here. Nobody knows why. "Avery, look at me!"

"What Ren, what do you need?"

"What was on that paper? Why were you crying?"

"I wasn't crying, I yawned and it made my eyes water."

"That is a load of shit." I laughed. He wouldn't understand anyway. He just smiled, hugged me, and walked away.

The bell would ring in one minute signaling that I was late to eighth period. Yes, the bell, our school was pretty old. Haha , 'old school' . Get it?

Thank God I didn't see Oliver until after I finished crying in the bathroom and applying enough makeup to look up to par. I put away the black eyeliner, my mascara, and eye shadow. I didn't remember hearing the bell ring so I casually walked out of the bathroom. Looking around, to my dismay, there was not a single soul in the corridor. "Shit," I muttered to myself. I ran, dropping my binder a few times, but eventually made it to history.

I sat my bag down, leaning it against the leg of the desk. "What took you so long?"

"I..was in the bathroom."

"Lame excuse, where were you-"

"Mr. Mitchell, Miss Ozga, is there a reason why you're talking?"

"She needs a pencil, here you go." Oliver looked at me, smiled, and winked. Mr. Tobin rolled his eyes and ignored us other than to glare occasionally.