I turned my head to the side when I heard a locker door slam shut.
It was him. He looks upset and frustrated.
He looked at me and his features softened. He gave me a small smile and walked away.
"Hey! Are you okay?" I asked while catching up with him.
"Uhh... Yeah." He said while looking down. I stretched out my arm for him to shake. Al, what are you doing?
"Im Allison by the way." I beamed at him.
"Im Lucas." He shook my hand and smiled back. This is actually the third time we introduced ourselves.
"Aren't you that girl last night?" I froze.
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Misfit
Teen FictionCrawforde High, home of the typical football jocks, cheerleaders, geeks and the like. But for Allison Brinley, fitting in with the crowd was not part of her agenda. Misfit (n) : A person who is different from other people and who does not seem to...
