Strings - For the 'Single' Readers

Having a boyfriend is all that matters in high school. It’s not about the grades, if you really think about it. In fact, West Lakes High is separated into two major groups; the taken and the single. Guess what group I’m in? That’s right. The single.
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“Why are you smiling. You hate math,” she says, pushing up her glasses up her pointer finger. “You’ve changed your mind about the maths, I see?” She smiles and nudges me as I make a disgusted face.
“I hate math. Always have, always will,” I say, getting my backpack up off of the ground and putting in on my shoulders.
“Then why are you so happy?” We begin our way to the Math wing.
“Because he’ll be there!” I quiet down my voice.
“Who?” I smack my forehead, annoyed. “Oh right! Him!” Megan narrows her eyes and smiles sneakily.
“You have no idea who I’m talking about, do you?” I look at her.
“Nope! But I’d know if you reminded me!”
"Casey."
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This is not a love story...
It's a single story.