Chapter Nine: Matthew Green and Jessica Cole

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(NOT REWRITTEN) 

After the meal Anna dragged me to her dorm, who she shared with a friend and her brother. She was starting to have trouble pulling me along. 

"Walk yourself, or face the wrath of yours truly!" She says jokingly. 

"What're you going to do? Electrocute me?" I joke back. She smiles creepily with an evil glint in her eyes. I stand straight up and back away slowly. She just laughed and gestured me to follow her inside. It wasn't the biggest dorm, but it had a welcome feel to it. I smiled and plopped down on a kitchen stool. 

"Hey Anna, where are your roommates?" I ask, looking around slightly. I then here noises that resembled a violent firearm game.

"In the living room playing MW3 or something." She replies, stuffing here face with cookies. I laugh and walk towards a doorway to where she pointed. I see a cute guy with messy blond hair and bright green eyes, like Anna. He was really cute and attractive at the same time. He apparently died in the game and starts swearing, then he notices me.

"Oh, hi." He says while pink is tinging his cheeks. I smile and hold ut my hand.

"Hi, I'm Phoebe Frost, Anna's friend." He grabs my hand.

"I'm Matt Green, nice to meet you." He smiles in a flirty way before shaking my hand. I blush alittle, trying to hide it. He was very attractive up close.

"Annabeth Laurane Green!" Shouted an unfamiliar voice.

"Shit.. " I heard Matt swear. I was curious, so I went to see who it was. I saw a dazzling ginger. She had soft wavy hair reaching past her shoulders, bright green eyes, and looked like she came from a runway.

"Oh hi Jessica! This is Amber Frost, Amber, This is Jessica Cole." She said  looking back and forth at us both. After a long silence, Jessica broke out into a large grin and grabbed me for a hug.

"Yay! A person that hasn't ran!" Jessica says cheerily. Her cheeriness is contagious. I swear I was smiling all day.

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A/N: Woah! More friends!

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