My Neighbor

Chapter three: School

Dustin ^^^^

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I couldn't help but feel stupid for how I acted with Dustin.

I mean, it's Monday, and it is 7:30 am I mean you can't blame me for being grumpy...

Right?

I arrived at school, parked my car, and made my way inside.

Various people hanging out by lockers, the courtyard and the main hall. I made my way over to my locker, where I found Erin, my best friend.

"Kris, gurl, guess what?!"

I sighed. I pretty much knew that she was about to say something about some boy.

"What, Erin?"

She giggled. "Tristan was staring at me earlier! I think he likes me!!"

I rolled my eyes. This is Erin: a stuck up rich girl who thinks every cute boy who even glances at her likes her. But I love her, she's been my friend since second grade.

"Ohmigod, really?" I say. She doesn't sense the sarcastic-ness.

"Yes!!!" She claps her hands and bounces up and down.

I grab my Social Studies notebook and close my locker, heading down the hall to class, Erin close behind.

As I walk I catch Dustin at his locker, talking to some friends. He spots me and makes eye contact, smirking slightly. I quickly look away, but then turn to glare at him.

I reach class with exactly three minutes to spare.

"Settle down, class, take your seats..." The teacher's voice faded away as I zoned in on Dustin, who just entered the room, walking up the isles and winked at me.

FUCKING WINKED!

I glared and he placed himself directly behind me. Erin scribbled something on a scrap piece of paper and slid it across the table to me. It read:

'Why the sullen face, my friend?'

I shrugged. She didn't seem satisfied, but left it alone.

*lunch time*

I found Erin in the corner table where we always sit, and I went over, not before a leg stuck out from the popular table, tripping me.

Mashed potatoes and roast beef and corn and lemonade flew everywhere from my tray, mostly spilling on me.

The person who's leg oh so desperately wanted attention belonged to Allison Ray, my personal bully.

She has black hair, crystal blue eyes and she is such a slut, not dressing the dress code AT ALL.

"Oopsie," she mused. She turned to her friends and they all laughed.

Tears stung my eyes as I stood up and started walking to the bathroom. Everyone in the cafeteria was watching me.

I hate attention.

Before I could get to the bathrooms however, a strange boy came around the corner and saw a tear slip from my eye.

I quickly wiped it away and pretended he wasn't there.

The food was covering all the front of my shirt.

"Are you alright?" The strange boys voice was coated with a sweet British accent. His unruly blonde hair and green eyes somehow made me slightly smile.

"I uhm... Yeah, I'm fine," I said, using all my might to stop my voice from cracking. It didn't, thankfully.

"You sure?" He asked, I nodded. He extended a hand. "I'm Lucas."

I shook it hesitantly. "Kristen."

He smiled and nodded, then gestured to my shirt.

"What happened?"

I shook my head. "I tripped and my food spilled onto me..."

He raised an eyebrow, but then left it alone. "I have to leave, but I'll see you around, Kristen?"

I nodded and gave a small smile. He walked off towards the cafeteria and I went to the restrooms. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized my hand was still tingling from where he shook it.

What is wrong with me!?