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CHAPTER TWO.
EVEE AND EVERYONE else continued on with the school day. The day seemed to go very slowly, for Evee. Possibly because she was obviously not a big fan of school─yep, that was exactly it. So, it was to no surprise when she let a grin cross her face as soon as she heard the final bell of the day, ring.
As Evee rushed over to her locker, someone had caught up to her yelling the Sharp girls name: Allison Argent. Evee turns her head over to the girl as as welcoming expression spreads across her face, "Oh hey...," She pauses quite unsure of who this girl, really was.
Allison quickly catches this as she continued,"Allison─It's Allison."
"Hm─Allison? Sounds familiar..."
" Well there is a lot of Allison's so─maybe I'm not the only Allison you know...oh! Also, can I ask you something?"
Evee nods her head while her eyes focused on her lock,"Yeah─Hit me. Well don't actually do that...I don't need to be coming home with a black eye on my first day. More of a figure of speech....Sorry, what's your question?"
"You know that kid who passed you a pen, how do you know him," Allison questions as Evee spared a glance over to the Argent girl.
"Believe it or not I...or more a less my sister, almost ran him over the other day." Evee then glances back to her lock as she finally got the right combo. She momentarily smiles to herself before opening her locker.
Allison gives the girl a stunned look, "Oh? Well that's an interesting first impression."
"You can say that again...you don't regularly go to school with someone you almost ran over." Evee begins to place a few books inside of her locker as she hears the distinct footsteps of someone coming towards both parties. With her glances still towards her locker, she briefly listened in on the conversation Allison was having with the mystery person.
"That jacket is absolutely killer...Where'd you get it?"
"My mom was a buyer back in San Francisco..."
Evee finally turns her head over to Allison and the mystery person. But apparently this person wasn't such a mystery... It took her a few seconds before it suddenly clicked in the girls head, who that person was─Lydia Martin.
"Oh my god. If it isn't the Evee Sharp...or whatever nickname you go with these days─where the hell have you been? People were starting to think you were dead." Lydia quickly acknowledges as she too recognized who was standing in front of her.
Evee couldn't help but chuckle. Lydia and her were quite the pair, when they were younger. She wouldn't say they were best friends, though. They mainly had a love-hate relationship. And Evee really had to thank her. If it wasn't for her, she wouldn't have this, more a less, outgoing personality. But who would've thought that this would be the first few sentences Lydia Martin would say to Evee Sharp after eight years...,"Well there's a thing called moving."
