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  I just can't get Braden off my mind. I can't focus on my schoolwork. I'm becoming obsessed with him. But who would'nt? His mesmerizing blue eyes just capture your heart. His voice lures you in like a fish on a line. His touch makes you melt into a puddle on the floor, revealing your heart. People question my sudden happiness and the techers too. The only thing that pissed them off was when I had to answer questions on worksheets...like,

"What was the climax of 'The Tell-Tale Heart'?"  _Braden_

"What was the sound under the floorboards?"  _A beating heart, like when I'm with Braden._

  I got horrible grades, but not even that could stop me from having such a great day. I was just so anticipated to see him in my next class. But the only thing that was concerning me was Allison. The talk we had last night over the phone. Maybe she'll forgive me and forget it. She is my best friend, right? Only time will tell...

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  I sit in my stone cold seat, bouncing up and down waiting for him to dazzle me. The doorknob twists, and in walks.....Allison. She sees me and gives me "The Look". Not a Oh-I'm-Happy-You're-Here-Buddy! look, The Disgusted look. I'm...shocked. I thought out of all the people in the school, or world would do that to me, except her. But she did. She took the seat farthest away from me and took out her notebook and began copying today's Warm-Up. I'm hurt. I just look at her one more time and just sit in my seat slumped down.

  The boy who makes me feel better walks into the room and grabs Allison's old seat and scoots next to me. The teacher gives us "The Eye" and he simply replies with a complete lie, "I need to copy some notes from Nikki." I love his way of pursuading people. Including me. He whispers to me in my pierced-up ear, "So how are you today, beautiful?" I smile and I reply, "Same old stuff, handsome."

   I copy down the notes and he passes me a folded up piece of paper. I look at him with a Why-Don't-You-Just-Tell-Me? face. He just moves his hands and mouths the words "open it up". I carefully open up the folded creases and read his intricate handwriting.

  "What's wrong? You seem sad? I know you look happy, but I'm the kind of guy that sees into you. So tell me everything..."

  I take my black pencil and scribble down under his note, "Allison and I had a tiny fight on the phone last night. She's trying her best to ignore me and not make any eye-contact with me. I just want her forgiveness...=/"

  I pass the note back the way it was beautifuly folded. Half, half, quarter, half. He opens it up and reads it fast. He picks uop his pen and replies, "What was the fight about?" Picking up the pencil again, I say, "It was about me meeting you yesterday and ignoreing her the whole time."

  He reads it, and a frown apperas on his perfectly chiseld face. The bell rings and he stands up and picks up my stuff like a gentleman helps a lady. We walk out of the classroom, and I see a glance of Allison peeking at us around the corner. I turn around, and guess what side of me shows? The bitchy side. I kiss my fingers and smack my ass with them, basically telling her, "Kiss this, bitch!". She gets really angered and storms away.

  I laugh to myself, feeling like I just won the award for being the biggest bitch alive. Braden turns my around, holdong my fingerless-gloved hand. I blush and turn into the emo princess in love. We walk down the hallway to my locker and then hugs me tight and says his good-byes. As soon as he rounded the corner, I put my back against the locker and sighed. I began to put my books away when I notice another note fall onto the ground, carefully folded. I unwrap the note, like unwrapping a hard candy. I read the handwriting,

  "Nikki,

  I would like to give you something special after school by your house. So meet me at my locker (#1331), and I'll walk you home. See you at lunch, beautiful.

                        Braden"

  Another moment to look forward to. I glance at the clock in the hallway, and gasp at the time. I was about to be late. I grab my books and dash to class, with Braden and his "something special" on my mind.