Alison Lawrence didn't know what having a tough life meant and had everything handed to her on a golden plate. Her life was immaculate with the perfect and caring boyfriend in it and a reign that mattered the world to her, both things she never want...
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It's finally Friday, two days since I first kissed Scott, and things are slowly getting better. The movie night at Tristan's was a light program that I needed so badly and his excitement because it made my heart light, yet, it sucks to lie at him.
I decided not to think about it, just let things go the way they should but I know it's just a lie that I tell myself so I get through with it.
I try to focus on the Algebra 2 class that's been going in front of me, at what Mrs. Moore is teaching but I can't. Not when butterflies from the thought of seeing the boy I love are playing on my belly every minute that passes by.
I look to the window, at the sun shining outside, and thank that this is the last actual class of the day, my early dismissal on Friday coming as handy. Scott will skip the last one so we can spend more time together now that we've established to meet each other in secret.
My heart hurts to the fact that I'm lying to Tristan, my best friend, but he would probably get mad at me for reaching up for my ex-boyfriend so easily and when I don't want to get in an argument, especially with him.
The minute the sound of the bell fills my ear, echoing through the classroom, I lose no time in getting up before my classmates, my tall knee-high boots clicking on the cold floor like always.
The hallways get crowded at the same time I leave the room, but the minute a few freshmen see that I'm walking in their direction, that they are in my way, they part away, and I let out a playful smile in return.
Despite hating having my every move watched, deep inside I love the perks of it.
I head straight to the football bleachers that will probably be empty now, exactly like we planned, and the cold wind of outdoors hits my face, making my cheeks red when I finally pass through the school's main entrance.
"Alison!" A high pitched voice calls me from behind and when I turn around to see who's calling me, I regret it at the exact second.
Caroline is walking to where I am, her platinum straight locks swaying below her shoulders and the tight dark blue skinny jeans marking her body. The off-shoulder white lace top contrasts with her light brown eyes and makes her look a bit more angelical but every single person that knows her isn't fooled about her outfit.
I fight the urge to roll my eyes at her and continue walking but I stop in the middle of the parking lot, meters away from the Football field, my arms crossed in front of my chest.
"What do you want, Caroline?"
She flashes me the sweetest smile, probably to make sure that people around us buy her facade but the minute the left of our classmates are gone, she drops dead the smile.
"I know you are fucking Scott, Alison."
Her response catches me out of guard and I widen my eyes at her, completely in disbelief that she had the audacity to come here for that.
