a skirt

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harper's pov

i pulled the skirt down and grabbed the bow. i placed it on my head, it looked like i was back in new jersey.

i hurried out to the courtyard. where i would hangout with morgan and brendon and his friends during our free period.

"oh wow. you actually do cheerlead. preppy." brent cackled.

"why do you hate me so much? i don't even want to be in this shitty town. i'd rather be in belleville, trust me. this town can suck my ass." i rolled my eyes and grabbed my lunch. i decided to sit at a different table.

"sorry brent's an ass. he did this to me, i used to not go here." brendon joined me.

"i honestly don't care. i mean i get it. i'm like that, well i was." brendon's eyes popped open.

"wow. i would never imagine you like brent. tell me about it, if you're comfortable."

"i mean, i kinda was the queen of my school. some kids even begged for me to go on a date with them. to a football game." i snickered a bit.

"geez. you don't seem like that kind of person." brendon let a small laugh escape from his mouth.

"so, uh. would you wanna go to homecoming with me? and then we can get dinner afterwards and hang at this super cool place. i have a friend who can take us to this cool event." i nodded.

"yeah, sure that'd be fun." i replied.

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