chapter 2

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"Bay! Bay!"amy came running done the hallway screaming my name

"what" i asked when she got to my locker.

"so last friday you barley talked about it !"

"amy its a monday morning im tierd and theres nothing to talk about i left right after you did."

"ok but still you to would be great together!"

"lets just go to first hour please"

"ok but i have to go get dylan!"

"ok im going to start walking see ya"

i start down the hallway passing people who gave me wierd looks. not many people no who i am i mean im only a freshman. and not that popular.

"Hey Bay!" i turn around to see who it is and it was issac. we only hung out a couple of times but that was only because he liked my friend.

"hey Issac watcha doing?" i asked

"well last night ashton was giving me a ride home and he asked about you."

"ok so what?"

"well i was woundering how you to meet?"

"Friday at the game."

"oh well he was very fasnated with you said you were a cool person."

" oh my gosh no way ashton said that about me oh my gosh!! im just kidding i realy dont care"

but the truth was it was nice knowing he thought about me. nobody ever does.

"ok ill tell him your not intrested in him." and with that he left

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"good job at the game on friday kids you were all amzing!" clevenger said "and you are free to go"

i meet amy at the door she was hand in hand with dylan like always. we left and they were talking to eachother and i just walked being quite like usal. the rest of the week went by so slow maybe because i juist dont like alot of people and say snarkey comments in my head but oh well.

*

it was fianly friday i just have to get through this footbal game then i can go to my dads house and see my favorite dog she is my true best friend. the band takes our place in the bleachers and in my spot is Ashton. yay this will be fun.

"your in my spot you know." i say to him

"i know i was waiting for you i wanted to talk."

"Ok how about after im done with the band?"

"acctuly i wanted to sit by you?"

"amy sitts by me."

"acctuly i was going to sit by dylan tonight so he can sit in my spot" amy said i stared at amy with that look you know the look were some one does something that you dont like yep that one

"perfect" he said and amy left to sit by dylan and i sat down nest to ashton

'listen i dont like you like that like more then a friend i realy dont." ahston said

"are you sereis?"

:yea i dont wanna be rude or anything i dont like you like that i just want to be friends."

"thank heavens i thought you were in love with me."

"nope just a friend."

"good cause i didnt like you eather acttuly i like this id named nash"

"the quater back for your school isnt he like a sener?"

" no thats my couisn the austin, Nashs a freshmen like me!"

"wait your a freshmen i thought you were a jr.?"

"no im a freshmen."

"wow you are to young for me anyways im a sener this year"

"realy? i didnt know that!"

"yea but anyways were is this Nash tonight?"

"he is on the sidelines number 45."

"oh so he plays football thats cool"

"yea"

the rest of the game me and ashton talked just us two nobody even bothered us. we talked about guitar, he tried to teach me how football worked and we talked about school and how he was home schooled. it was nice.

"well i have to go im going to go talk to Nash and tell him nice game."

walking down to the field i saw my family hudled around my couisin Austin so ill just talk to him later. i see Nash walking in my direction and i wave and walk over to him. his longish brown hair is all sweaty and in his face.

"hey Nash"

"hey Bay did you see me play for the 30 seconds i was in."

"yes and you did great not many freshmen even got to play tonight."

"yea i guess . i saw you talking to ashton."

"yea he is nice,"

"yea just be carful with him please."

"what do you mean?"

"he is a player i dont wanna see you get hurt."

"i dont like him i promise."

"really?"

"really" I saw my mom waving me over to go get a picyure with austin

"well i have to go ill see you on monday." i tell him.

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