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The next day you met another girl. She's also pretty, but in a completely different way. She really likes talking to you, but she likes to talk a lot more than the other brunette and you can't tell her much because the only time you get is when she takes a breath and she breathe's pretty fast. She's a lot more confident that the first girl you met and it's intimidating to say the least. Frankly, you're relieved when your familiar three friends walk in, but the other girl keeps talking to you and distracting you from the lesson. She keeps talking about how grown up she is and you wonder how she can be so grown up if she doesn't know how to listen?

When the 'grown up' girl starts talking about the movies, your stomach drops because you know where this is going and you don't want to make her upset, especially in the middle of class. But before you know it, she's somehow cornered you into a movie date and you're disappointed that you and the other three were going to make your plans after school because if it had happened earlier, you could have turned her down for a more logical reason. She pokes your nose and you furrow your eyebrows because she's kind of weird and you're not overjoyed that you're going on a date with her.

So when your awkward brunette friend dashes in to 'save the day' telling the girl that she can do just as well as she can, and proceeds to try and tap your nose, you're sososo thankful. A little less so when she accidentally pokes her finger into your nose, but you still don't think you've ever met anyone cuter. So you sit there and wait for her to react, but when she makes it clear that she's too scared to move any time soon, inwardly you 'awww' because she's adorable. You hope she doesn't let this get to her because you're honestly just glad she tried to save you from going on a date with this other girl.

So at lunch the next day, after getting your lunch, you make a beeline for the table already inhabited by the three you already have become friends with. However, the 'grown up' still manages to lead you away to sit with her even as you send a plea for help over your shoulder to your friends. So when the brunette swoops in to the rescue once again (albeit without as much flamboyance as last time seeing as that went a little badly). You're proud of her for dealing with this in such a mature manner, but before that can become a full thought, theres suddenly mashed potato in your face. Turning to the 'grown up' who apparently can't keep her hands out of your food, you raise a confused eyebrow but before you can ask, you have a detention and your lunch period is officially ruined.

You're beginning to think that rather than being a boy that this girl really wanted a date with, you've become more of a tug of war rope and somehow this bulldozer of a girl is this close to dragging your new friends into the mud. It's not a nice feeling.

So when the brunette and the blonde are sitting in their usual spots when you walk in for detention, (after telling your football coach that you will have to miss practice because apparently the 'grown up' thing to do is keep running backs from attending practice and therefore keep them from playing in Friday's game) you're relieved because the brunette is always there trying to help you and the blonde is always following from a respectful distance as more of a supportive presence. And you're suddenly glad you've met such loyal friends because moments later the goofy genius has wandered into the classroom despite the fact that no one assigned him detention and he's sitting next to you to support you as well.

With your friends sitting around you, you get a great idea. Looking directly at the brunette, you decide, why not invite all three of them instead of just the sweet girl who's always got your back? The blonde and the genius have proved that they stick by you as well. When the 'grown up' protests, you see a slow smile spread across the blonde's face and you know she sees exactly what you're doing. You continue and soon enough, rather than a movie date with a girl who isn't very nice to you, you've got a movie date with three of your new friends and you wouldn't have it any other way.

So you and the blonde convince the others to see a scary movie just for the irony of it and you spend four hours laughing with the blonde as she predicts exactly what happens next while the genius screams and brunette grabs your arms and squeaks every time the predictable killer appears. And you know theres no other way you'd rather spend your Saturday.

When you get to school one day, she greets you with a raised hand while her friend tries to get her to act less awkward, but its cute so you don't mind (because you're thirteen and you get goofy around cute girls). Then the blonde asks if you're going to the dance and calls you Heehaw. You smirk while she tries to hurt you and fight back with an overly polite answer that makes her shudder in annoyance. Its odd because no one has ever had the courage to say something like that to you and for some reason you're letting her.

You feel a surge of excitement with this new kind of game and you like it. Its kind of thrilling and you've always liked games. No one at your school in Texas acted like this so you pat yourself on the back for picking up the rules so quickly (its weird that she usually has a different effect on you than the brunette because they're both pretty girls but theres just something different about the blonde).

The brunette not-so-nonchalantly asks again if you're going to the dance and you realize you were so caught up in the game that you never answered. You smile at her because she's so sweet but before you can answer, the blonde makes a barfing noise at the cutesy exchange and tries to mock you by imitating the dance she thinks you'll be doing. But you ignore her and keep talking to her best friend because that's how you're supposed to play the game isn't it?

So while you're walking to class with the sweet girl with big brown doe eyes, you're thinking about how you beat the beautiful, sarcastic girl with bright blue eyes at her own game and you don't realize that the silly, adorable one is talking to you. And you wonder why that is.

When you get your essay back in history class, you're pleased to hear your teacher say 'Nice work' and to see an A on the top in bold red ink. You're doing much better than at your old school and you're glad to have a new start.

But all those good feelings are gone when you hear the pain in the blonde's voice when she asks about her failure. You don't want her to fail. You failed and you don't want anyone else to do the same. So when she walks out of the classroom your heart just about walks out with her because even if you aren't good friends yet, you know what it's like to feel like a failure. And when the brunette walks out after her you don't bat an eye because you're still thinking about how you hope the blonde is okay. It's strange because she was never very nice to you but you still care.

You later find out that your teacher talked to her and explained that he doesn't want her to fail and that it can be easy for her to succeed. You're glad that she has someone else that she knows believes in her because you know she's strong and she could go far in life.

You go to the dance and you dance with the sweet girl for a lot of the night because you think you kind of sort of like her and she really likes dancing with you. When you see the blonde girl she laughs and comments about your cowboy hat and asks if its just for her (she doesn't need confirmation that it actually is so you aren't giving it) and you tell her that you actually put thought into the game (because you actually do) and when you put the rose in her mouth she shudders and you remember that your mother thought it was for the pretty brunette girl you told her about (she doesn't need to know that it actually wasn't)

And you keep dancing with the brunette because thats what your supposed to do.