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(Updated, 2018)

*Cracks A Devilish Grin*

As soon as Calum popped up, it seemed as if the whole school day went by faster. I mean if you had someone to take your mind off of school for a couple of hours, of course the day would seem to go by faster.
Speaking of going by faster, I quickly close my locker and quickly made my way to the front doors that led to the parking area. As I was making my way to the doors, a group of girls were looking at a flyer. Being the nosey person I am, I stopped a few feet behind them and tried to look at what the poster said. Looking pass a few heads the words "HOMECOMING November 16th" were plastered at the top, making my eyes roll automatically which also made me realize that today is October 30th, which means Halloween is tomorrow. I shake my head before heading out of the doors and making my way to my car. I swear dances are the most overrated things ever and the crowning of Queen and King is even stupider than the dance itself.
That's all I could think about when driving to the music store. Homecoming seems so stupid. I know it's too recognize the senior athletes that plays soccer and cheer then to have a little fun after it but dances are pointless. Who wants to sit and watch people who can't dance and listen to people's bad music taste. I know I sound like a huge asshole that's just having a ball judging people, but I just really dislike school dances.
Especially prom.
Prom just sounds like hell itself. It's just a room that you would sit in for a couple of hours with people from your school. It's sounds like a school day itself. My mom told me I can't judge prom because I never been but I beg to differ.
Rolling my eyes at myself, I finally make it inside of the music store and start to set everything up. It took about an hour to set everything up because we just got a new shipment of CDs so you know what that means. Restocking!

Please note my sarcasm

Sighing I grab the box cutter and cut open one of the boxes. The box was filled with Zayn's debut album 'Minds of Mine" which is actually quite good especially the song called "Wrong".
I carry the slightly heavy box over to the empty shelf and started stacking the CDs. Only halfway through the box, which had a different CD halfway through, the bell to the door rung making turn my head to look at the door. A girl that looks like she was in the same year walks through the door with a pair of headphones hanging around her neck. She was a few inches shorter than me and she had blonde hair with green eyes, which seems oddly familiar. She was wearing a black beanie over her hair with a white halter top and a black jacket over it. She was also wearing black jeans with holes and a pair of white Air Force ones. Her fashion sense is amazing and if you ever felt like you were intimidated by someone's beauty before, she's one of those people who really makes you feel insecure about yourself.

"Hey, do you have a copy of Zayn Malik's CD, Mind of Mines, by any chance?" She asks while walking closer to me. I smile at her before speaking.

"Um yea, we just got the CDs today so you're in luck." I tell her with a small laugh at the end. She laughs with me before answering.

"Oh thank goodness. This is like the third music store I had to hit up today to find this CD." She says with a smile.
I grab a copy of the CD and walk over to the cash register with her following behind me. I rung up the CD while she grabbed a ten dollar bill out of her pocket.

"That will be $8.50." I tell her while looking up from the register and over at her. I look at her only to find her staring at me with an intense look on her face. She hands me the money while keeping her intense stare on me. I take the money and count out her change before handing it back to her with her receipt and the CD in a bag.

"Have a good day." I tell her while handing her the bag.

"You too, but I'm sorry to be staring at you like this it's just the fact you look scary familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" She asks.

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