Landon
So. Ali and Miles were officially dating? Wtf? He was dating a girl who was so stupid and tried some flip on a bar and sliced open her neck and bled out all of her blood. And he's a hot guy. He could do better. I mean, not that I think he's hot. I don't care. Really, I don't.
Alison
Me and Miles are dating. Oohhhh yes. That's right. Holla atcha' girl! Okay, I was just thinking all that stupid crap while he was beside me in English and the teacher called on me. "Miss Marion, what is the answer to number 4?" I looked down at my paper and heard Miles whisper so softly, "Characteristics." I lifted my head and spoke. "Characteristics." She lifts an eyebrow every so slightly, and stares, obviously questioning how I knew this since I was completely 5,000 miles away. (In my mind, of course.) "Alis-" the shrill bell saves my butt again. I gather my things quickly and get out of there as fast as I can. When i get to my locker I feel arms around my waist, and lips on my neck. I whisper to him, "Thanks for the answer." I know he knows I'm smiling, because I feel his. "Anything for you." He says. His lips press right on my scar. Another scar. Sigh, I think to myself. I start to turn around to say something but before I can open my mouth his lips press on mine. I press my hands on his chest and push him away. That was out first kiss. Now I'm pissed. I told him I wanted to go slow and make things special, but no his little boy hormones kicked in. Butthole. I grab my things out of my locker and slam the door, and walk to class. I don't get too far when he jerks my arm a little. "Hey, Ali what's wrong? What did I do?" "You should know." I say and look him right in the eye. I yank my arm from his grip and walk to class.
Landon
I sit in class and stare at Miles. He's a hot guy. I mean, what, um, not hot he's a good looking guy, I guess. I'm so dang tired. I look in Ali's direction and she looks pissed, the usual. Girls are moody. And ugly. I don't like them. I start to drift off to sleep and before I know it, I'm out like a light.
Alison
Everyone looked Landon's way with a very, very confused look. Was he talking in his sleep? And just gave away his deepest secret apparently..
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Too Perfect
Подростковая литератураAlison has has a strong passion for gymnastics since as long as she can remember. So of course she has to become a cheerleader. Becoming the top cheerleader in 9th grade, obviously the top boy basketball player and her are supposed to be "meant for...
