"𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙

𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨"

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After our first few classes, the Allison and I went to look for their lockers, which are next to each other. I was talking about our chemistry teacher Mr. Harris who seemed to be an asshole but Allison was too distracted looking at something behind the brunette. I turned around to see Puppy Dog Eyes.

I looked at him before smiling at Allison, "He is cute, ya know," I said as I leaned against the lockers, "And he is definitely into you."

Allison snapped out of her reverie as she looked at me with wide eyes, "What? No. I mean. He is cute. But I just came here and I sai-," I cut her off.

"Wow, Ali. Chill," I laughed, turning to open my locker, "No need to stress. I won't tell."

Allison sighed in relief guiltily smiling, "Thanks. You really are a good friend."

I smirk to herself, "I know."

"That jacket is absolutely killer," I heard my sister's voice, "Where'd you get it?"

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco," Allison answered.

"And you're my new best friend," Lydia smiled.

I hugged Allison before joking, "I found her first."

Just then Jackson walked up, "Hey, Jackson," Lydia smiled before pulling him down and kissing him. I tried not to gag at the sight of my sister sucking Jackson's face.

Allison and I awkwardly stood watching each other silently gagging before Lydia pulls away, "So, this weekend, there's a party."

"A party?" Allison asked, completely uninterested.

"Yeah, Friday night. You should come," Jackson nodded wrapping an arm around Lydia.

I looked at Lydia with a frown, "Do I-"

"Yes," Lydia cut Ariel off.

"Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks though," Allison lied. I wasn't completely sure but, I didn't remember Allison mentioning anything about the family night when we were discussing hanging out.

"Wish I had a family night," I muttered causing Lydia to jab me in the ribs with her elbow, a smile still painted on her face as she listened to Jackson brag about his upcoming game. Ow, Lydia.

"You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage," Jackson continued.

"You mean like football?" Allison asked.

I was going to respond but her eyes moved to the cute guy with a buzzcut from English. I noticed he was looking at me before awkwardly waving, causing his books to fall from his hands since he was holding them with the hand he lifted up. I couldn't help but laugh at how cute he looked when he tried to catch his books before giving up and cooly leaning against the lockers. I hide my grin behind my books when I notice him looking in my direction as I try to make it look like I wasn't stalking to him.

"Ariel?"

"Yeah?" I turned to look at my sister who was expectantly watching her, "Sorry. What did you say?"

"We were going to the lacrosse field," Lydia repeated, before noticing who I was staring at. A bitter look crossed Lydia's face before she grabbed my wrist and pulled her with Allison.

"Let's go." She mumbled.

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Sitting down on the bench, I watched the coach yell at his players. I couldn't lie, it was kinda funny to see how he made fun of them despite the fact they were obviously very talented. Well, except for Greenburg.

Greenburg sucks.

"Who is that?" Allison asked, pointing at a player on the field causing me to look away from the coach to look to the boy from our english class. I couldn't believe that Puppy Dog Eyes was on the team.

"Him? I'm not sure who he is. Why?" Lydia said giving him a quick glance before turning to wave at Jackson.

"He's in our English class," I said, joining the conversation, selfishly wondering if his friend was on the field as well. We all watch as Puppy Dog Eyes gets hit right in the head, falling to the ground. Poor thing.

Coach blows the whistle, "Way to catch it with your face, McCall!"

After that, it was like Puppy Dog Eyes clicked because the next throw was caught with almost perfect form.

"He seems like he's pretty good," Allison smiled at the twins, not noticing Lydia's minor jealousy.

"Oh very good," Lydia said. She seemed too delighted by this. Ariel squinted her eyes at her sister, 'What was she going to do?'

My thoughts were interrupted by someone's voice, yelling about someone named Scott. Looking down by the sidelines, I couldn't help but grin as I layed my eyes on Bourbon Eyes. So he was part of the lacrosse team.

Leaning over to Allison I nodded my head over to her future husband, "I think his name is Scott."

Allison blushes before looking over at Bourbon Eyes humming, "What's lover boy's name?"

My face reddens as I looked down at the boy with hazel eyes who quickly spun in his seat the moment I turned to look at him. Odd. Choosing to deflect Allison's claim, I shrug, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Come on, I saw you staring at him," Allison nudged me with her shoulder.

I roll my eyes with a smile, "I was not."

"Was too," She argued.

"That's not proper grammar," I stick my tongue out.

"You're not proper grammar," Allison fired back, causing Ariel to gasp in mock betrayal.

"Will you two stop," Lydia groaned like a worn out soccer mom.

It worked as both Allison and I went quiet as we looked back on the field. I watch as Jackson tries to embarrass Scott by giving him a curveball but Scott caught it with ease. We all stood up and cheered including Lydia.

Jackson shot back a hurt glare at Lydia, which she just returned with a sassy smirk and a shrug. Don't try a Martin, Ariel thought.

"Yes! That's my best friend!" Bourbon Eyes shouted. I couldn't help but smile at his adorableness.

"She totally has a crush," I overhear Allison telling Lydia, who just laughs in response. She just rolls her eyes as she kept clapping for Scott.

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Allison and I were driving to my house in the rain. We spent the entire day studying at her place once school let out, and she promised me she could take me home. It was pouring and I had no idea how Allison could even see through all of this.

"So, wanna talk about that guy?" Allison smirked, lowering the radio so we could speak.

"I don't like him," Ariel whined, before going to change the song on the mp3. She was scrolling through her playlist when she found California Girls by Katy Perry. I immediately stat moving along to the beat as Snoop Dogg's voice enters the car.

Ariel lightly pressed on the screen, listening as the music blared through the speakers before she began singing along, "California girls we're undeniable-"

Ariel brought her eyes back to the road to see a stray dog running from the woods, "Allison! Watch out!"

Thump! Ariel slowly brings her hand to her face, worried they hit something.

They both rush out of the car to see a poor canine sprawled in the ground. There was a huge bloody cut on its side where it was hit by the bumper.

"Oh my god. Oh my god! Oh my god, Ariel? What do we do?" Allison began freaking out.

Trying to calm my breaths, I put my hands out towards Alsion, "You need to calm down," I slowly said, "There should be an animal clinic a few blocks away. I think I remember where it is. Let's grab her and bring her there."

Allison nods, although her hands are glued to her sides in trepidation. Falling to my knees I lean over the poor pup. Noticed how he looked like he was in so much pain. My eyes glazed over as my eyes fell on the dog's injured leg which was obviously broken. Raising my hand up, I was about to grab it when I froze.

Allison's voice brought the brunette back, "Okay, I will drive. Let's just get her in the trunk. Ariel. Are you okay?"

With a huge gulp, I nodded and tried to stand on my feet, which after a little bit of willpower, I was able to do. Allison and I carried the dog to the trunk before gently putting it down inside and returning to their seats.

We both tried to remain calm and ignore the dog's cries in the back of the car. Praying that my directions were correct, as I began leading Allison to the vet clinic we used to go to for Prada.

After a few minutes, we had finally made it. Allison ran inside while I walked to the trunk to let the dog out. Once I opened the trunk I noticed that the cut on the dog was barely open, giving me a little bit of relief.

"Ariel?" I heard a male voice ask. Opening my eyes, I looked at Scott with a light smile. Choosing to ignore the fact that he knew my name, I wave.

"Hey," I lightly said, before moving to lean on the car, as Scott grabbed the dog and began walking to the door while Allison helped me into a chair in an examination room.

Scott placed the dog on the metal table as he looked to see what was wrong, "I think her leg is broken. I've seen the doctor do plenty of splints. I can do it myself and then give her a painkiller for now."

"Yeah, I have a shirt in my bag," Scott told Allison noticing that she was shivering.

"Oh, I don't want to trouble you," She smiled.

"Here," Scott reached into his bag and pulled out a beige shirt.

I awkwardly sit in the corner. No worries, Scotty boy. I'll die of hypothermia.

Allison smiled before going into the hallway to change. I noticed Scott staring at Allison as she changed and I let out a small cough trying to diffuse the sexual tension in the room, "What? I didn't see anything."

"Mhm, sure," I wink, causing us to both burst out in laughter.

"No offense, but you are nicer than I thought you would be," Scott said with deep sincerity in his voice.

"Thanks. I bet you thought I would be like my sister" I frown thinking about how so many people just assume I'm Lydia's sister.

Scratching the back of his head the tan boy nodded, "Kind of."

I shake my head with a smile, "It's no big deal. I'm Ariel," I put my hand out introducing myself, although Scott had already known who I was, "And you are?"

"Scott. Scott McCall," He smiled, shaking my hand.

Allison entered the room again, in Scott's shirt, "Thanks for doing this. I feel really stupid."

"How come?" Scott asked causing them to stare into each other's eyes all lovingly, which was my cue to leave as I went to wait in the lobby for the rest of the time we spent there until eventually, Allison took me back home, a dumb grin on her face the entire time.

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