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All people in the world, they are all imperfect. People can be good at things we aren't particular enjoy, or it's the other way around. We shouldn't blame for who they are, nor the fact that they are also like us. Humans.

We came from the same planet, and like us, we are all living one kind respecting others. 

And the place we met, it can be anywhere. And by what I mean, is school.

School, the place where you could look for, education. Where most people disliked, however, it's also the place you can find, friends. 

Friends can be cruel to us. Or even break our hearts, hurt our feelings. That we became, muted.

Friends can form by any ways, such as accidents in class or just a quick bump. You can have many friends, but not too many.

I was the kid who loved the idea of friendship. I would always wandered around the school yard looking for other girls to hang out with. Or, I would just joke around with my peers and basically, that's how I made friends.

I wouldn't want a betrayed friendship or a typical fake friendships. I would pick up many freshmen and then friendship has built up a dynasty. I wouldn't be too surprised.

Because I knew quite most of the kids at school, I was considered as popular. An angelic girl, with a bright open heart. 

But people got it all wrong. I was a devil.

I was a devil, a freak when it's time. I can be mental, insecure and acted like a complete bitch. Where I ripped off the cruel world. I hated myself for being such kind sake. I want to express myself, usually.

Not always things go easy. 

I have many friends, most of them I can tell, they were fake, trying to create an isolation. The rest, were too realistic and the only true friend in my belief, is him.

The only guy who I met by chance, was my best friend.

Jake Cooper. The bad boy in school was him.

He was completely isolated from many people. They disgusted him for some reasons, I couldn't tell. And he was a loner most of the time when I wasn't around.

People called him a bad boy, since he usually ditched class, and sometimes bullied Juniors. He would always make people do things and always annoyed them.

He was infamous. He was not that cool. But I hang out with him.

The day we met was like a miracle.

I was texting with my friends, so I was with most of unknown students, alone. I was texting for an hour until a loud crack, slightly the door opened. 

A slender guy came in, he has black hair, wearing a sport shirt with untied Nike shoes. He was sweating a lot and seemed like he has returned from the basketball court.

I simply thought, as I continued what I was doing. 

But then, he came to me asking "Is this your table?" I look up, meeting his bright eyes. "Um..Right? Yes, this is my table." I quickly replied, trying not to hesitate. Man, he's cute.

"Oh. Thought that this was mine, thanks by the way." He sat up, taking his water bottle and chilled. I try not to look at him, but curiosity won't let me.

In a blink of an eye, my face started to blush, I met his eyes once again and he confusedly ask. "Is there somethin'? Huh?" 

"Oh, no, it's just, how come I've never see you around..?" I muttered. "I mean, you're in the same class?"

"Right. I'm Jake Cooper. You?"

"Uh-I'm Ashley Whiteson. Nice to meet you.." I said, panicking. I tried my best, looking at him with blushes wasn't a good idea, he was surprisingly handsome, and bold.

After that day, we became friends. Sounded easy for now. Who knows what might happen in the future?

We might eventually became lovers..

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