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I enter the school and head in the direction of my locker. When I get to it I turn the dial until it opens. Throwing my lunch in, I grab my math textbook for first period. I hear someone trying to get the locker next to mine as they let out a frustrated grunt. I look over and see Austin struggling to open his locker. I sigh, should I help him? Before I can think about helping him, I hear the annoying voice of the most popular girl in school, Cassidy. She also happens to be the most hated.
"Hey Ally, I love your shirt, it looks like something a prostitute would wear," She laughs along with her annoying friends. Gosh, I hate her laugh.
"Funny you say that when you boobs are literally falling out of your shirt," I retort, "Oh and you have something on you face."
She gasps, "Where?"
"Oh wait nevermind, it's just the cake you smeared on your face to look like make-up."
She scowls before saying, "At least I can afford make-up, and cake!" She turns on her heel and storms off. I sigh and run a hand through my hair. This is going to be a long day.
"Are you okay?" Austin says.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I've gotten worse."
"So, um, what class do you have next?" He asks.
"Math, joy," I say sarcastically.
He laughs, "With Mr. Todd?"
"Yeah."
"Awesome, me too!" He says, excitement flashing in his eyes.
"Yeah, I guess, what's so great about it? I already told you, no one likes me."
"Well, I don't care. I like you, you seem cool and real," He smiles at me.
"Thanks."
"Can't we try and be friends?" He asks, his voice filled with hope.
I sigh, "I guess, but I'm really good at the whole friend thing, and if were are going to be friends there will be some rules."
"I'm fine with that, trust me it will be great," He says.
"Okay, first you need to respect my personal space, meaning no hugging, unless it's a special occasion. Also, if you ask me anything and I don't want answer, then don't bug me about it. If I want to tell you something, then I will. And last, no coming over to my house. Got it?"
"Yeah thats not a big deal. So, um, which is math?" He says.
"Follow me." As we walk down the halls, all eyes are on us. I mean it's me and the new kid together. Plus he seems like the popular type of guy, so why would anyone in there right mind hang out with me? Whatever, let them judge, none of them will matter as soon as I get out of this prison in a couple of years. I can't help but smile, as I think about going to college and having a fresh start, and maybe, just maybe, Austin will make those couple of years less painful.
Nothing too exciting happened during the first few classes of mine. I have first and fourth period with Austin. The only thing that really happened was that people stared at us weird. Nothing really new. I've gotten pretty used to it and Austin doesn't seem to mind, so everything's been fine so far.
The bell rings signalling the end of fifth period and all the students get up and rush out of the classroom. I walk to my locker to get my lunch, and see Austin standing there waiting. I walk over and do my combination.
"Hi," Austin greets me.
"Hey."
"Are you ready to go? I don't know where the lunch room is," He laughs.
"Yep, come on." I walk off with Austin trailing behind me.
"So where you normally sit?"
"Just wherever there's room. Oh, but never sit at that table," I say pointing the table in the middle of the room, "That's where the 'popular' kids sit. I for one think this whole cliche thing is obnoxious and stupid."
"I agree," Austin say, "Hey look there's an empty table." We walk over to the table Austin pointed out, and sit down.
"So, since were friends now, I'm going to need to know some stuff about you,"Austin says.
"Like what?" I say, giving him a skeptical look.
"Well, for starters, what's your favorite color?"
"Um, I don't really have one,"I say nonchalantly.
Austin gasps, "How do you not have a favorite color?"
I shrug, "I guess I like red. You happy now?"
"Yes, very," He smiles. At that moment I decided I like Austin's smile.
"So, what's your favorite color, then?"
"Yellow. Okay, what's your favorite movie?" He says, his eyes gleaming.
"Um, I don't know if I've ever seen a movie," I say.
"You've got to be kidding me, right? How have you not seen a movie?"
"My family has never really been able to afford to go to the movies. I might have seen like one of the Barbie movies when I was like three," I tell him.
"Okay, well tomorrow I'm taking you to a movie," He tells me, "I will even come to your house and drag you there if I have to." Austin and I laugh at his attempt at being serious.
"Whatever," I say.
"Hey you like music right?" He asks.
"Yeah, its practically my life."
"Me too! I love it. So what kind of music do you like?" He says, excitement clear in his voice.
"I like all different types, I don't really have a preference," I say.
"Same. Okay, do you have a favorite artist?"
"No there's too many to choose from."
"I agree. I so wish I could be like them," He says.
"What's stopping you? I think you'd be great. I can see it now, Austin whatever-your-last-name-is preforming live! The girls will love you," I laugh.
"I can't write songs, so nothing really I can do."
"Oh. Have you tried?"
"Yeah, but they're all terrible. I'll have to show one to you so you can see how bad it is," He says.
"They're probably not that bad."
"Yes, yes they are. They're awful. Anyways, what were you listening to on the bus this morning?"
"Oh, um, I was listening to Daydreaming by Paramore. Have you heard it?" I reply.
"Yeah, I love that song."
The bell rings signaling the end of lunch.
"What class do you have next?" Austin asks.
"Um, I have History with Mrs. Valcoskie."
"Yay! Me too! Lets go," He says jumping up and dragging me to our lockers.