I'm back! Well, after a very stressful week of school, I found the time to do this chapter! I hope nobody is too mad at me for restarting this story (if you're new, this is a redo of An Empty Locker of Love) and I hope you all like this MUCH better! Now, onto ALove Simply Put Into Words!

"Hurry up, Lilah! We're going to be late for school!" I yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. My younger sister had been in the bathroom for forty-five minutes and was insisting that it was for an important reason.

"Keep your pants on, Kara! I've got to make myself look good for Jimmy!" I rolled my eyes at the mention of her longtime boyfriend. It seems that the two of them we're absolutely meant for each other since the very beginning. Jimmy has always been very loving and faithful to her, which made me happy, but I always thought that their relationship was rushed into too quickly. I have no room to talk thought, I've never had a boyfriend.

The bathroom door suddenly opened to reveal Lilah in one of her typical outfits—a green sweater, jeans, and flats—but the strange thing was the absolute ridiculous amount of makeup on her face. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with makeup, but on Lilah, it seemed to cover up how beautiful she really is. Her usual pale skin was caked with a completely different color foundation, her beautiful green eyes were surrounded by heavy black eyeliner and eye shadow, and her lips were painted a bright red that clashed with her red hair. All in all, she looked atrocious in comparison to the way she looks naturally.

"Um…" I walked past her into the bathroom and started wetting a washcloth in the sink.

"Well, Kara, what d you think? Don't you think Jimmy would love it?" After turning off the faucet, I attacked her face with the washcloth and wiped off all the makeup on her face. "Kara! That took me forever to do! Now I have to go put—"

I threw the dirtied washcloth in the sink. "Lil, you don't have to put on ten pounds of gunk on your face to impress Jimmy, he already loves you. Now go get your stuff and let's go!" She gave me a small smile before grabbing her backpack, heading out the front door with me behind her.

"Bye Mom, bye Dad!" we yelled as I shut the door. We headed to my car when I noticed two teenage boys leaning on it: Jimmy and his older brother—one of my best friends—Phil.

Phil and Jimmy looked very similar with their hazel eyes, dark hair, and lightly tanned faces, but the similarities didn't end there. They were Maplewood High School's most notorious troublemakers, as well as our neighbors. That was how Lilah and Jimmy first became smitten with each other and how me and Phil became friends. The four of us rode to school together because Phil's parents refused to let him get his license (imagine how much trouble he would get himself into if he did) and the two lovebirds were only fourteen, so I am the proud driver of the four of us.

"I call shotgun!" Jimmy yelled, reaching for the passenger side door, only to be stopped by Phil.

"I don't think so," he said, opening the door after I unlocked it.

"Why not?" he asked, getting into the backseat next to Lilah.

"Well," I started, getting into the car and turning it on, "we're upperclassmen, you're freshmen; I'm the driver and this is my car, so I say that freshmen get the backseat! Besides, you wouldn't want Phil sitting next to your girlfriend, would you?" Phil instantly turned around winked at my sister as I pulled out of the driveway.

"Phil! Stop looking at her like that! That's what you've got Kara for!" Jimmy yelled, putting a protective arm around Lilah.

The two of us looked at each other and said, "Eww!"

"You guys are meant for each other, you're just too stubborn to admit I!" Lilah said.

"You know my dating rules, Lil! Rule number fourteen: never date a guy that one of my friends is crushing on/likes/dating/in love with/obsessing over."

"Whatever."

The rest of the car ride to school was quiet, except towards the very end, when Phil tried changing the channel of my radio when a country song came on.

"Why can't I change the channel, Kare-bear?" he asked, using my nickname.

"My car, my radio, my rules."

"Damn you for liking every freaking type of music ever."

"It's called a variety." I pulled into the school parking lot and into my spot. "Let's go! School time!" I yelled after putting the car in park and getting out. Lilah and Jimmy had already escaped into the school, so it was just me and Phil.

"You know, sometimes I wonder why I hang out with you," he said as we stepped into the school.

"Yes I do know, I also know the answer."

"What?"

I tapped my chin. "Let's see, I'm a free ride to anywhere you want to go, I'm an amazing person you can talk to about everything, and I'm your link to the woman you're in love with."

"What—" we were walking down the hallway and my sudden exclamation caused Phil to walk into an open locker and fall onto the floor.

"Here," I helped him up. "Sorry, Philly." We finally got to our lockers.

"Don't call me that and what do you mean 'the woman I'm in love with'?"

"Simple. You're in love with our mutual friend, Kat."

Besides Phil, my best friends were Kat, a blonde hair, green eyed tomboy, and Keely, a Hispanic senior with long black hair and brown eyes. Together, we were known as the Triple K Force—don't ask, I have no idea—and we've been inseparable since the fifth grade, when we first met. I had met Phil before that and when I introduced him to the girls, I instantly knew that he and Kat were perfect for each other and I happen to know that they both like each other, but I feel as if they would both go through extensive torture and die before they admitted it.

"I don't believe I know what you're talking about," Phil said, grabbing his Geometry book out of his locker while I grabbed my Chemistry book.

"Hey, we can be open and honest about things here, Kat and Keely don't get into school until a minute before the bell rings."

He looked at his watch. "It is a minute before the bell rings." I groaned and shut my locker.

"Okay, I'll see you second hour, then." He waved as he walked the opposite way. "BYE PHILLY!" I screamed down the hallway, earning strange looks from others.

"DONT CALL ME THAT!" he yelled back.

"SORRY PHILLY!"

"UGH!"

I laughed and headed to the Chemistry room, right as the bell rang. As other students went bustling about, trying to get to their classrooms before the tardy bell rang, I walked calmly and was not surprised that I was the first one in the classroom when I finally got there. I sat down at my desk and pulled out my homework assignment, waiting for class to begin when I saw my Chemistry teacher talking to a red-haired guy, about my age, back at his desk. They both suddenly looked towards me and I immediately looked at my homework as if it was the most important thing in the world.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the guy had sat down on my left, where a really creepy guy used to sit before he moved, and I turned to get a better look at him. His red hair went a bit past his chin, his brown eyes were looking around the room in wonder, and I could easily tell, although he was sitting down, he was very tall. His gaze finally fell on me and he grinned a grin that only a few, select people at Maplewood High School would know, namely the Triple K Force.

This guy, this very good-looking guy, was the exact copy of Fred Weasley.