Alexander

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I walked down the halls, doing my best to ignore the popular girls that were trying to get my attention. I hated them all; don't get me wrong, though, I love girls, I'm totally hetero.

John Laurens ain't a homo.

I put in my locker combo, surprised to see a blue sticky note in it. I picked it up, curious, and read it.

Dear Sir,
Angelica, myself, and Peggy would love to have you sit with us at our lunch table today. You're welcome to bring any friends, just not that new girl, Alexandra.
Sincerely,
Eliza Schuyler

I sighed. The Schuylers were always inviting me to their lunch table or whatever. They're just trying to get in my pants. The one thing in the note that intrested me, however, was the new girl part. Alexandra?

"Excuse me?" I hear a voice squeak. I turn, looking down to see the cutest girl I've ever seen in my life.

"Yeah?" Smooth, John, way to get the ladies.

"Can you help me get to AP History? I don't know where to go. And what locker number are you?"

"I have AP History next, I'll walk ya. As for locker numbers, this is 169."

"Ah, okay. And if you wouldn't mind, I'd really appreciate if you could walk me." She moved to my left, putting a combination into the lock.

"I'm locker 168." I nodded, pulling out my history textbook, as well as my sketchbook and notes notebook.

"The bell's gonna ring soon. You got everything you need? I'm John, by the way."

"Alexand-er-ra-er-ra. Alexandra. Call me Alex." She flinched at her stuttering.

"Alright, Alex, right this way."