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Author Note: The first part is an introduction in the lunch room. Just read it. : )
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The lunchroom was busier then usual, everyone crowding to find a place to sit down. T.J. and Gus had sat down next to Spinelli who had told Randal off. Shaking her fist, she dug into her pizza as the rest of the gang sat down.
"Wait until I get my hands of that Randal!" She yelled, watching Randal being pushed away from the Ashley table, a smirk planted on his face. It seemed no one wanted him near their table. Sighing, he left the lunchroom.
"He seems to be a bit more nosier then usual," Gretchen commented, before beginning to eat.
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Randal had been up to his usual duties, plotting chaos around the playground. However, today he didn't think about writing another person up. Today, he felt, well, nice. He sighed, swaying back and forth as he snuck behind the back of the playground.
He whispered. "Hello?"
A girl's voice answered, in the same tone. "I'm here!"
Randal smiled: for once he was feeling great. "I missed you!" He sat down, making sure no one was watching. He felt like a traitor, but this talk was more important. "Why couldn't you sit by me at lunch?"
The girl's voice giggled. "You knew I couldn't."
"But I wanted to talk to you!" Randal complained. "Can't we talk someplace else, outside of school?"
There was silence for a minute before the figure nodded. "Okay." She paused. "How about tomorrow?"
Randal agreed before departing, smiling again. Soon, everyone would know his relationship with-well, he couldn't say yet.
Not Yet.
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To Be Continued.
Author Note: Please review if you want me to continue. Oh no, a cliff hanger! Well, I do that a lot. It;s worth the wait. Meanwhile, think of who Randal likes.
Author Note: The first part is an introduction in the lunch room. Just read it. : )
--
The lunchroom was busier then usual, everyone crowding to find a place to sit down. T.J. and Gus had sat down next to Spinelli who had told Randal off. Shaking her fist, she dug into her pizza as the rest of the gang sat down.
"Wait until I get my hands of that Randal!" She yelled, watching Randal being pushed away from the Ashley table, a smirk planted on his face. It seemed no one wanted him near their table. Sighing, he left the lunchroom.
"He seems to be a bit more nosier then usual," Gretchen commented, before beginning to eat.
--
Randal had been up to his usual duties, plotting chaos around the playground. However, today he didn't think about writing another person up. Today, he felt, well, nice. He sighed, swaying back and forth as he snuck behind the back of the playground.
He whispered. "Hello?"
A girl's voice answered, in the same tone. "I'm here!"
Randal smiled: for once he was feeling great. "I missed you!" He sat down, making sure no one was watching. He felt like a traitor, but this talk was more important. "Why couldn't you sit by me at lunch?"
The girl's voice giggled. "You knew I couldn't."
"But I wanted to talk to you!" Randal complained. "Can't we talk someplace else, outside of school?"
There was silence for a minute before the figure nodded. "Okay." She paused. "How about tomorrow?"
Randal agreed before departing, smiling again. Soon, everyone would know his relationship with-well, he couldn't say yet.
Not Yet.
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To Be Continued.
Author Note: Please review if you want me to continue. Oh no, a cliff hanger! Well, I do that a lot. It;s worth the wait. Meanwhile, think of who Randal likes.
