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"So, how's the sis holding up?" Kris asked. It's a Monday morning, my most hated day of the week. I was stuffing my books in my locker, admiring how organized my things are. Kris is leaning on the locker beside mine, munching on some apple.
"Pretty good, I guess, if you consider Allison locking herself in her room for three days good." I retorted sarcastically.
Kris made a face and remarked, "Ouch. That bad?"
"She's like that for the first 3 days. But after a bit of pep talk from me, she got a bit better."
"I can't believe someone has the gut to break up with the Allison Iraheta. What a jerk!"
I sighed. "That's what I said."
Katy came to view, waving across the hallway. "Hey." Kris smiled. She walked to us with an armful of books. Kris, being the gentleman that he is, hurried to her aid. I can't help but say, "awww…" I have never seen him so happy.
"Hey, Is." Katy greeted with her usual cheery smile.
"Hey, Katy. That's a handful you have there." I pointed at her mountain of books.
"A girl's gotta pass the exams, right?" she candidly answered. "So, what's the news with Allison?" I groaned. Is there anyone who hadn't heard of Allie's break-up? "Looks like the word's out, huh?"
"It's like the talk of the year. How is she? Is she doing fine?" her face full of concern. It's typical for her to worry over the lives of other people, either of a friend or that of a stranger.
"She's coping, I guess." I didn't had the chance to say more because the 'Blondies' made one of their ostentatious through our hallway. It's traditional here in Leighton High to stop whatever we're doing when the Megan and Alexis Corkrey pass on our way. I don't follow this senseless custom, seeing that there's no use of doing so. Why would I pay homage to a couple of snobby social climbers? I continued to stuffing my locker with my books. It wasn't long 'til the two blondes stopped walking and turned their heads to my direction, puzzled that I'm not paying attention to them. They threw me one of their signature piercing gazes. I've got those killer stares numerous times before, so I wasn't as coward to them as the other students are. I just ignored them. Seeing that it's not working, Megan just grabbed Alexis' arms and pulled her away, continuing their runway walk.
As soon as they're out of sight, I exclaimed under my breath, "Ugh." I turned to Katy and remarked, "I can't believe you were one of them." Katy is once a 'Blondie' herself, being Megan's younger sister and all. But, ever since she became Kris' girlfriend, she began to see how the students of Leighton High go through Megan's reign of tyranny, which is not pretty. So she decided to quit.
"Yeah. Makes me shudder every time I think about it." She admitted. "Going back to the twin sister problem, what are you going to do about it?"
"Well, after a lot of thinking, I decided to look for a guy."
"How is finding yourself a boyfriend going to help Allison?" Kris asked, a brow raised.
"Not for me, stupid. I'm going to find Allie a new boyfriend!" I announced enthusiastically.
"That is such a good idea. When does the searching start?" Katy shared an equal eagerness for matchmaking with me.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Kris interrupted our merriment. "You can't just find Allison a random guy to date. You should let her find her own new boyfriend. Or better yet, let her live single for a while."
"How could you question my match-making skills? I'm not going to hook Allie up with some random guy. I have to make sure first that he's the right guy for her." I clarified.
"Still. I think you shouldn't butt in on your sister's love life. It's just wrong." He insisted.
I cleared my throat and asked, "Kris, tell me. Who helped you find your perfect match?" My eyes dropped on Katy then back to him.
"You." He mumbled unwillingly. "But that's different. You just coincidentally picked the right girl for me. Even without your help I could have found her eventually." He stared lovingly at his girlfriend.
"Oh please." I gushed. "Without my help, you're hopeless."
"Okay. You may be right about me and Katy but it still doesn't give you the right to meddle in your sister's personal relationships."
Katy punched him lightly on the shoulder and said, "Now don't be a Negative Nelly. Let Is have her fun. And, who knows? Maybe she'll find Allie her soulmate, just as she helped me find you."
I know Kris could never resist it when Katy talk to him like that, so it didn't surprise me when he finally caved in and said, "Fine. But don't blame me if your wonderful plan backfires." He pointed out.
The school bell rang, signaling us to go back to our classes. I bid the couple goodbye and went to the Biology lab.
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I made it just in time and seated on the front desk, which is always available because no one wants to sit in the front. I put my books on the table in an orderly fashion and organized all the scientific apparatus properly. Allison always tease me about being a neat-freak but at least I don't have to rampage my things when I need to find something.
Mr. Ford came into the lab a little while later and seated on his table. He was about to start our discussion when the door opened and a tall, raven-haired guy went in. His head was bent down as he approached Mr. Harrison and handed him a piece of paper. The teacher read the paper and said some things to him. After a moment of whisperings, the professor turned to us and announced, "Class, This young man here is Mr. Adam Lambert. He just moved here from California and will spend the rest of the school year with us. So I expect everyone to welcome him warmly." His eyes dropped on the new kid and pointed at the vacant seat beside me, "You could sit right beside Ms. Iraheta, in the front row."
The eyeliner-wearing guy obeyed and sat on the chair beside mine. I just can't help but look intently at him. He remind me so much of someone I know. But I don't know who it was that he remind me of.
"You know, saying hi is much more easier if you would stop staring at me as if I'm Brad Pitt." He pointed out, chuckling.
My cheeks heated up. "No, no. Oh my gosh, I didn't mean to act like a crazed fan girl." I laughed. "It's just that you remind me so much of someone I know."
"Ok then. The name's Adam, if you haven't heard what Mr. Whozzawitz just said." He put out his hand.
I shook his hands and replied, "Well, Adam, I'm Isabela, if you haven't heard what Mr. Whozzawitz just said." I repeated his recent dialogue. "But you could just call me Is. Everyone does. That's if everyone knows me."
"It's nice meeting you, Is."
I couldn't help but ask: "Is your hair really black?" Darn it, that is the most stupidest question to ask. Why do I have to be so curious?
"Um, no. I just dyed last month." Good thing he's nice enough to overlook the stupidness of the question.
"Last month? My sister also dyed her hair red last month." Finally, it dawned to me. He's exactly like Allison! The jacket. The eyeliner. The dyed hair. It's totally Allison!
"Red? Wow, you're sister's brave. I'd like to meet her some time."
"Great. You'll love her." My eyes dropped on his bag and saw a keychain of 'Bloody Smiles', one of the scary bands whose poster were posted on Allison's wall. "Is that 'Bloody Smiles'?"
He followed my gaze and said, "You know them? I never really thought that a kind of girl like you would know these type of bands."
"Oh, I don't. I just remember them from one of the posters on Allison's wall."
"Allison?"
"My red-head twin sister."
"Wow, a twin sister. Does she also go here?"
"Yeah. You should totally meet her. You two have so much in common."
"Sure, that would be great." The school bell rang. I can't believe that an entire hour passed already. He grabbed his books and put them sloppily into his bag. Yup, definitely like Allison, I mused. "I'll catch you around." He bade as he made his way to the door.
"Bye." I can't believe I would find the ideal guy for Allie this fast. He's so perfect for her!
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