"Are you serious about this Lydia?" Allison asked, watching her best friend stare at every single boy walking past them. Lydia had just told Allison about how she wanted to have a fling with someone.
"Well why not? I need a distraction." She said twirling a lock of her strawberry blonde hair around her finger. "How about him?" She suggested, pointing to a boy with a red shirt, and baggy pants. "He looks cute."
"Nah. He's too out there." Allison chuckled. "I can't believe I'm actually helping you. You know, we have classes to get to Lydia."
"Yes Allison, that is the point of school, you know." She muttered, sarcastically. "After everything, I just need a break. Is that too much to understand?" Lydia mumbled, more to herself than Allison.
"Trust me, we all do." Allison remarked, letting out a sigh. "Now come on!" She proclaimed, tugging on Lydia's shirt.
"Fine." She raised her hands in defense, then shut her locker. "Let's go." She mumbled, walking into the nearest door, looking for two empty seats for herself and Allison.
"Lydia." Allison nudged her best friend, noticing their teacher entering the room. Almost instantly, Lydia sat down in a seat behind Allison.
"Alright class," The teacher began, walking over to her desk, sitting down. "Today we'll be learning about—"
She was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Come in." The teacher scowled, rolling her eyes.
The door opened, a nervous Isaac Lahey appeared. "Yeah, um sorry I'm late I guess." He mumbled, ruffling his hair.
Take a seat, Lahey."She grumbled, pointing to the seat next to Lydia. "How does detention next Friday sound?" She snarled.
"Perfect." Isaac muttered, walking over to the desk next to Lydia and plopping down.
Lydia couldn't help but stare at Isaac. She'd never noticed this, but he was pretty cute. Something about his eyes and his smile. Lydia had already seen Isaac shirtless, on several occasions. Perfect, Lydia thought. She poked Allison's back. "Him." She whispered, a grin striking her face.