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Abby

Once I was sure Sarah had calmed down I put my hands on her shoulders, “Baby, I got to go to first period now,” I gave her a peck on her forehead, but she was already fantasizing about this afternoon, “See you later.”

When I walked down the hallway where my first period class was located, I saw Abby, hiding behind her curls of fiery hair. She was a shy one, so I merely gave her a sly wink and her face turned the same color as her hair in embarressment.

I approached her and gave her my trademark smile. Even through all the blush I could see all the freckles that covered her face and most likely the rest of her…

“Did anyone ever tell you what beautiful hair you have?” I flattered her, making her lips form a shy smile. She looked down at her feet, “Uhm…thanks.”

“You free at 7?”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” My smiled faltered for a split second from her question, but I just gave the pouty look I give them all, “7 o’clock then.”

And as I turned on my heels, the bell rang and I couldn’t help but grin.

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