This is the second chapter, its longer than the first but still pretty short. I hope you all like it.
I march off to second period and set my books down just before the bell.
"Welcome class, turn to page-" I don't hear the rest because I'm too bored to pay attention. I know this. It's easy.
But what I don't know is why that blonde-haired brown-eyed doofus in the hallway picked up my books. Someone with that big of an ego, shown by his "swagger" walk and "sweet" talk, changed for at least a second when he bumped into a girl with her arms full of books. He helped her pick them up as well as claimed he wasn't a bad boy. Why? It's a mystery to everyone who has ever experienced something called a "teenage boy".
"Class dismissed." My teacher says thirty minutes later, and the bell rings. We leave class and I turn my head for a split second.
BAM!
Books go flying onto the air and I am knocked to the ground. I sit up, open my eyes, and look up to see someone I thought I wouldn't see again for a while.
"We just keep running into each other, don't we, Blondie?" I ask him, and he offers me a hand to get up. I take it and stand up to brush myself off.
"Yes we do, Princess. Maybe you should watch where you're going." He says this calmly, and with no sass at all. I am astonished that he remembered what I said last time.
"It's not like I bumped into you." I say in a mocking voice, and he chuckles. I bend down and start picking up both of our books, and he does the same.
"Now our books are all over the floor, thanks to you." He smiles a little, and I smile too. We each pick up another book, not checking to see if it's our own or not.
We grab the rest of the books and make the same mistake as last time. We stand up at the same time and bonk heads pretty badly.
"Ouch. I think I go the worst of it this time." I say, and rub my head with the hand that isn't holding books.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd actually get the worst of it this time, you seem too tough to get hurt. And thank you for picking up my books." He says, his blonde hair flopping into his face.
"Sorry I got them all over the floor. And I'm not that tough." I say, and I wink at him.
"Are you sure about that?" He asks me, and I think for a minute. Am I?
"But, now we have to sort out our books." He says scratching the back of his neck, and we find a bench nearby. He puts my books from his pile on the bench and I put his books from my pile on the bench. We eventually stand up and pick up our piles from the bench.
"This makes us even." He smiles.
"Even Steven." I say.
"See you around, Princess."
"The name's Ally. Not Princess." I tell him. He smiles knowingly.
"I'm Austin, not Blondie."
"Then I guess I'll see you around, Austin."
"See you then, Ally." He says, and we part our separate ways once more.
The mystery continues as I try to figure out the world's most confusing puzzle: people.
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