The Touter

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We all had math class together. I wonder why I never noticed them before. I usually notice everyone and know there names. I put my head on my math book and zoned out. I was thinking about Scarlet and why we didn't talk for so many years. Then I heard the intercom go off.

"We need the following students to come to the office..." They named off a bunch of students. I wasn't really listening until they said "Vincent Smith." My heart started racing. Why was I being called to the office? What was going on? I slowly got out of my seat and walked to the door. When I got to the office, I went to the window with the lady. She gave me a little envelope. I walked back to class. As soon as I got there and picked up my stuff, the bell rang. I noticed a little piece of paper on my books. It had Scarlets hand writing on it. I got it my locker and opened it up. It read " Hey man what happened? Tell me in clubs." The paper smelled just like her. I had to snap out of it. I grabbed my stuff and went to the art room.

When I entered the room, Scarlet had her long, black hair pulled behind her head. I never noticed her in this class before. What was going on with me lately? I haven't noticed anything during this school year. I walk up her and looked at her drawing. She had a picture of a girl with the wind blowing in her face. It was actually a beautiful picture. She looked up and smiled at me.

"Hey Vincent! Did you get my note?" She asked.

"Um... Yeah I got a envelope. " I said showing her the paper. She grabbed it up and smiled.

"Cool. Just wanted to know." She said to me as she handed the envelope back. I looked at her confused, but she didn't seem to notice. We worked on our art projects for the rest of the class period.

~Later~

I was stuck in after school. All the kids already had their Touter. Suddenly, Scarlet comes through the door.

"Sorry I'm late! I had to run because my bike broke!" She looked over at me and smiled.

"I knew you would be here. "
She pulled me by the arm and sat me at a table. I guess she's my Touter now.

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