"Sexual Harassment"

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Sunday, August 25th 2013

I sit at my desk chewing on my pencil. I sigh as I realize the sun has come up and I have stayed up all night. The first day of senior year is tomorrow and I'm not even done with half of my AP Biology packet. My phone starts ringing. It's my best friend Roan. I day dream as she drones on about new kids at school. I get up and open my window to let in the cool Colorado air. I check myself out in the mirror next to the window. I hoist one of my boobs up and sigh. I hear a laugh and it's not coming from Roan. I tell her I have to go and then hang up without explanation. She'll forgive me. I turn and look out the window. Out of surprise I fall straight to the floor, the house that had been unoccupied for almost a year now had an adorable boy sitting in it. He was laughing at me. I sit up and lean on window sill the same way he is. We're maybe two feet away, only a small fence is able to go between our houses.

"I'm Luke, and if it's any consolation, you're super cute," the mysterious boy said with a smile. I could feel as the blood rose to my cheeks.

"I'm Ellis and that could be considered sexual harassment." I said, trying to cover up the fact that I thought that he was cute too.

"Sorry, I didn't know you would take offense to it," he looked down.

"Oh it's okay I was just surprised. Are you moving in from England? I detect an accent." I questioned as I waited for his head to rise.

He looked up, "Um, Australia, but close. I'm going to start my senior year at Abraham Lincoln so did my friend Calum. A drop out and a graduate came with us too, but they live together in an apartment." I realized they were probably the new kids Roan was talking about.

"Oh, I go to Lincoln too." I can hear happiness in my voice and it's weird because it's been a while since I've heard it.

"How about I make up for my sexual harassment by taking you to breakfast and to school?" I could swear his eyes sparkled.

"Yeah I guess that would be okay. How about seven?"

"I'll be out front," All I can see is his pearly whites as I stand up and close the window. I flopped onto my bed, releasing the happiness I was unfamiliar with.

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