Hayden's POV:
I watched as he walked down the hallway with his arm draped around her laughing. I knew exactly what he was doing- and to be honest I deserved it.
Sighing, I slung my backpack on my shoulder and pulled out my new locker combination.
'14, 46, 32.' As I open my new locker I was slapped on the shoulder.
"Smith, you're back." Paul said leaning up against the locker beside me. "Yeah, its me." I say laughing.
"Where'd you go?" He asks. "Florida." I say putting my back pack in the locker.
"Damn thats why you're so tan." I laughed. "Totally." But until six months ago I couldn't even properly get out of bed I was so weak.
"Im glad you're back, the girls basketball team sucked last year. Even Peyton did bad the first few games." He stated. "Oh." Was all I said knowing, my pediatrician had told me to stay away from sports for awhile.
"Well I gotta get to English." We both said exactly at the same time before laughing. "Mr Leake?" I nodded. "You'll like him, he's really chill so far." I nod and we both walk off to room 311.
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Short af update, ik don't kill me.
