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It felt strange to Susan walking out of the school building and heading over to the bleachers out on the field. Straying away from a routine that she was used to took a bit of an adjustment but at least she had someone that was with her. She looked over at Allison and noticed that 'couldn't-care-less' expression on her face and it made the blond wonder if this was something that Allison did all the time. Thinking back on it, neither of the girls had interacted with one another before so what had happened that had caused all of this? Could it have been that Susan had come late to school, Allison's curiosity about what she had drawn, or the fact that Susan had sat next to her? Some things in high school were strange, and sometimes no explanation was needed.

Susan followed as Allison walked up the steps on the bleachers and saw down in the middle section of the seats. She motioned with her head for Susan to follow and she did, taking the liberty to sit next to her. A moment of silence, which felt like a long couple of minutes to both girls, passed as each girl was focused on the atmosphere around them or rummaging through a backpack.

"Do you come out here often?" Susan suddenly broke the silence between them. If Allison had invited her, might as well pass the time by talking.

Allison quickly turned her head at Susan's voice, as if she hadn't expected her to be there. She had always chosen to remain in solitude, but now this form of experience was something that she knew she had to adjust to. Out of all the people that she could have chosen, she had chosen Susan. She couldn't fully explain it, but she could feel that both of them had been through a similar experience. Unlike some of their classmates, she had noticed that Susan had been the one to not interact whenever other students paired up for a project. 'Be your own partner,' that's what Allison also saw within herself. However, the older she got, the more she could feel that solitude that she enjoyed turned more into loneliness.

"First time," Allison suddenly answered Susan as she breathed in the fresh air that was surrounding them. It was good to be out in the fresh air without the stale aroma of the school and looking at the same faces all the time.

A small chuckle passed by Susan's lips. "Hopefully Vernon won't catch us out here."

Those were all the perks of being Allison Reynolds, the Invisible Girl of the school. She could do whatever she wanted, take whatever she wanted, and no one would notice. "Never gotten caught by him or anyone as of yet."

"I think it's cool," Susan said as she reached into her bag and took out a pencil before opening her sketchbook. "You have no idea how much I would love to be invisible to him."

Allison was taken aback by that and she felt slightly curious to know more about what Susan was insinuating. Was she the type of student to always get into trouble? Then again, the only person that Allison had noticed to get into frequent trouble was John Bender and his group of friends. "Don't worry about it," Allison heard Susan say to her, as if she had been reading the brunette's thoughts. Allison's eyes traveled down to the sketchbook as she noticed Susan's pencil shading one of the figures that she had drawn. The way that the sketchbook was positioned, Allison wasn't able to make out what Susan was drawing but the look of concentration on the other girl's face was enough to tell her that she was determined to finish it.

"Careful not to let Jennifer or Bender see your drawings," Allison commented. "Can't imagine what Bender might say, but Jennifer and her posse-"

"I'm not scared of them," Susan interrupted as she continued to shade into her work. "I don't know why you seem so concerned about it." That's when that burning question came in her mind that she couldn't bite her tongue but just ask. "Why did you even invite me out here with you anyway? To randomly talk or do you want to steal some of my artwork?"

If Allison wanted to do it, she would have done it anyway and Susan wouldn't have been able to notice it. Even if Allison was slightly impressed with that caricature that Susan had drawn of the history professor, Allison knew she had her own art skills that she wouldn't trade with anyone. "And what makes you think that?" she asked Susan, "can't I ask someone to hang out?"

"Not if it's on a random basis," Susan said to her.

"You did sit next to me in history class," Allison reminded her, "and you had never done that before."

"I was late," Susan said, "and it's not like you come and sit next to me out of free will."

Allison was taken aback by what Susan had said. If Allison recalled, there was that one time where she had sat close to Susan in art class, but like everyone else Susan hadn't noticed her. However, Allison was not insulted by that. She had expected that she was going to be ignored and she didn't care. "I have," Allison told her, "but you, like everyone else, didn't notice me now did you?"

Susan frowned and then shook her head at Allison. "What do you expect? You didn't utter a word."

Then maybe I should have said something Allison thought to herself but deep down, she knew she wouldn't have said anything. If she wasn't the type of person to start a conversation, then why this? But this was a bad idea! Can't believe I thought doing this would help me be friends with her. Without saying a word, Allison clutched onto her black bag and got up from the bleachers.

"Where are you going?" Susan asked her.

Allison hadn't expected Susan to ask her anything. She whipped around and looked at the girl before her through the bangs that covered her eyes. "Whatever," she said to her, "this was a bad idea anyway. It's cool, forget about it."

"Well if you're going in, there's no way in hell I'm staying out here!" Susan said as she stuffed her sketchbook inside her bag. "Not getting into trouble because of you."

Allison rolled her eyes and turned around on her heel. As she proceeded to take a step, she missed a stair and lost her balance. As Allison waited for her body to fall down the stairs, she felt her sweater being pulled back and regain her balance. Allison quickly turned her head and she saw Susan standing behind her with a handful of her sweater in her grip.

"You okay?" Susan asked her.

Allison straightened and nodded her head. If it was anyone else, they would have just let her fall down and gotten a laugh out of it.

"You didn't hurt our ankle did you?" Susan asked as she took a step down and stood next to her.

"No, no," Allison shook her head and moved her ankle to confirm it herself that nothing was wrong with it. "I can walk just fine."

After that whole debacle that Susan had, she knew that she would have felt guilty for fighting with Allison and then having this happen to her. Taking a breath and letting out a sigh, Susan then looked at Allison. "Sorry about the fight," she said to her, "when you've been by yourself in high school, you just get used to it and don't want to let anyone else in your personal space."

A small smirk formed upon Allison's lips. "Trust me, I know," she said and threw her bag over her shoulder. Before both girls knew it, the school bell rang indicating that they were due for the next class.

Math Allison thought.

Health Susan reminded herself as she also threw her backpack over her shoulder and both girls walked down the stairs of the bleachers and inside the school building.

From one world to another, both couldn't wait to get to their last period. Art Class, which was another world of it's own that at least provided some form of escape.