Chapter Five

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Alyson P.O.V

 I walked into Pre-cal and sat down into my usual seat.  I had an 100% in this class and never got anything less than an 97% in any class. My least favorite class was gym, which was my 97%, i really have to fix that.

We started the work and five minutes later someone knocked on the door. I walked up expecting the Dean of students, but it was the new kid. He was better than Brittany had described! I felt blood rushing into my face, io started to introduce my self but instead said to the teacher Mrs. Rankin,

"The new student is here and hes cu-" i cut my sentence to save my embarressment.

"Cute?" he came up and wisperred into my ear. I turned around sharply and said

"No, i ment coming, coming in inside this room!" I stuttered and walked swifty to my seat.

Mrs. Rankin called him to her desk and talked in a low voice to him for at least five minutes, and he kept peeking at me. Finally she told him to chose a seat and sit. I look to my left, Damnnit it was open, he looked at me and walked atstraight to me and asked,

"Mind if i sit here beautiful?" I looked around the class to see no other empty seats. and replied,

"Where else would you sit, im mean there is the floor." I smiled to myself and went back to my work. He sat down and asked for a paper, i gave him some. He leaned over and said,

"Thanks, what about a mechanical pencil?" His breath was minty, and his hazel eyes were hypnotic. I pulled out a pencil, a blue mechanical pencil and handed it to him. I said to him,

"Picky much?" i looked at him and he smiled and reached over to get the pencil and i smelled his Allure Sport by Channel. I recognized it by my Dad and two brothers, but her older sister keeps her sane.

The class was almost over and I learned his name was Foster, and we have the exact same schedule. Foster was 8 Months and 6 days older than me, which make him 8 months and 4 days older than Brittany. He pulled out a  sharpie and wrote, on my pencil that i gave him, his number and handed it back to me.

"See you next class." I say.

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