Foster P.O.V.
i grabbed my stuff and walked out of class. Allyson hurried behind me and i tried to hide my smile.
"Wait! What?' she sounded alittle out of breath which tested my smile even more.
"Call me. i thought that was pretty clear." there was a long silence then she studdered,
"your going the wrong way. class is that way." she pointed to the hallway we just passed.
"locker." i said motioning to the set of lockers on the wall next to us. i turned to my locker and started to put in my combination until i reqalized she was waching me. perfect time to mess with her.
"Privacy bae please?" I asked. she rolled her eyes, blusghed, and looked away. I dont know what drew me to her. maybe it was that she seemed pure and innocent. not like that girl i saw this morning whos beauty was makeup, dispite her tempting curves i must admit. but this girl was different from all the others.
speaking of that other girl, she walked over and said "hey alison! hey-----" she looked at me and turned her back to alyson.
"Foster" i said
"Foster! Hey!" she had these georgious light blue eyes that were drowned in mascera and dark eyeshadow. i wonder what she would like without makeup.
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The Perfect One
Teen FictionAlyson and Brittany have been best friends since 1st grade. They did everything together and know everything about each other. What they didn't know was when 10th grade prom came around everything was going to change...................
