UnConditionally

Just Friends

Scott felt so much more relaxed. Life was easier, the air was fresher, everything was brighter. He stole a glance at Serena. She looked wonderful in her mid-thigh floral print dress. She wore yellow Converse to match. Her brown hair was in a ponytail at the back of her head with the loose part in one ringlet of curls dropping to her mid back. She wore only lipgloss. She had a sense of innocence and purity about her right now. Damn. She was gorgeous

He was infatuated but which male wasn't? As he looked around the library, every fellow was staring, oblivious to her, who quietly laughed with her friends.

She stood and packed up. The dress was strapless and flared a little after the waist. She hung her small leather backpack over one shoulder and waited for the others.

Scott looked at his textbook. Maybe now she was gone he would he able to do some real studying. He was stuck on the same line for the past thirty-six minutes.
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"Girl, you should've seen it. I swear every guy in the library was staring at you," Verona informed.

Serena shook her head. Staring at her for what? She had nohing to stare at. Unless they knew she had a Snickers bar in her bag. Now that she craved.

"Especially Scott," Cassandra added with a nudge.

"Serena," Marcus said upon walking past.

She smiled but as soon as he was gone she up her face. Why did he just call her name? She didn't know him like that. They barely nodded at each other every other week.

Deena gasped loudly. "You guys aren't gonna be pleased,"

"What happened?" Verona queried.

Deena looked skeptical. Like she shouldn't say anything.

"Come on, Dee, spill it," Cass urged.

"Word on the street is that Scott owns you...to put it politely,"

Serena merely laughed. That's it? She shook her head. Wow. Humans.

Cassandra didn't give up the fight though. "Own her how?" she asked reading the expression on Deena's face.

"Own her as in put it on her so good, she's behaving like a she's owned. The way she dresses, speaks etcera," Deena continued her stare on Serena.

Serena couldn't believe this. Scott must have done lost his mind. Was he serious? Didn't she ask for space? Now, she was hearing lies and rumors? Oh, she would give it to him good! She dropped her bag and marched towards the locker room.

She stalked into the room not caring whether the men were naked or not. Scott was her target. Serena picked him out instantly.

Scott arose with a grin on his face.

Ouches and O's echoed in the room as the slap connected with his face.

"I can't believe you!" she exclaimed in fury.

"Sair, what the he-"

"You ''own'' me? You ''put it on me so good''?" she did quotations with her fingers.

A small eruption of laughter entered the room. Serena ignored them.

Scott looked confused. Like she was speaking in egyptian hyroglyphics.

"What the hell is going on?" he questioned taking her by her arm and walking.

She pulled out of is his grasp. "You! You told people you owned me. That you put it on me!" she shrieked.

Scott's brow furrowed. Oh hell! Suppose he had no idea what was going one? What if he wasn't the one that started the rumor? She could shoot herself in the foot right now.