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I grinned as I walked through the halls, winking at some girl who's name I didn't know. Wait, perhaps I did know it. Elizabeth? Erza? No, Emily. Yeah, that's it. Didn't matter. I was dating Amanda, the hottest girl in school. And Carla, the 2nd hottest girl in school. But Amanda and I, we haven't done anything but make out so far, but it was going good. In fact, I just skipped my last class to “hang out” with her under the stairs and walk around.

Aside from her, I was looking for Zach. We were supposed to skip and go get lunch together. Wandering the halls, finally, I spotted him, in all his towering glory. He was wearing his usual tee-shirt, name brand, obviously. The black looked darker against light brown skin. He was wearing a smile that he only showed to girls he was flirting with, I cock my head to one side as he and I grow closer to each other.

“Yo!” I call, a rare grin on my face. “What’s up, bro?”

He turned to look at me, and his smile changed into something warmer. “Hey, nothin, bro. Just talking to- uh, sorry, what was your name again?” He turned back to the girl, flashing an apologetic smile.

She was hot, I had to admit. I think Zach and her would indeed make a fine pairing.

“A-Ali.” She squeaked out, blushing when I stare at her with a judging expression.

“Yeah, Ali, that's it. She's new.” Zach kept his attention on Ali. “We're gonna go to lunch, call me later?” He asked, tilting his head and starting to walk away with me.

“O-Oh! O-Of course. B-Bye Zach!” She gave him a little wave, and with that Ali vanished.

I started strolling to the side doors of the school without any sort of cameras, and Zach easily fell into step with me. “So what do you wanna get for lunch, Baby Boy?” I asked as we walked.

“Uhm, I don’t really know..what do you want?” He deflects the question so I had to answer it, and in response I shrug. “You’re pickin’.”

I watched him as he thought. “Taco Bell?”

I snorted. “You never even get tacos when we go there, you always get the quesadilla!”

He stuck his tongue out at me, and continues walking, “Who cares, bro? It’s the cancerous food that I love.” The corners of his cheeks tug up, and I push his shoulder lightly with my hand.

“So, Ali, huh? You gonna sleep and ditch or is this going to be serious?”

He hesitated before speaking. “I don't know. I'm leaning towards sleep and ditch, but I might go serious. Haven't decided yet.”

Suspicion builds, and I ask the daily question. “You ain’t gay, are you? You haven’t been datin’ much, man. Gotta get out with the chicks, bro.”

He gave a laugh that sounded a little forced, and looked down to the ground as we walked. “Nah, I'm… I'm not gay, bro. And I just slept with Brianna Brown on Friday, at that party, thank you very much.”

“Woah! Dude! You never told me this?!” I ignore his quite obvious distressing body language and instead focus on the face that he slept with Brianna Brown.

Zach gave a little laugh, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorry. I thought I did. Must have been the wrong contact in my phone... “ I saw him frown, and pull out his phone. He put in his password that he knew by heart, and I had to look away to avoid bumping into someone.

I heard a horrified gasp, and I glanced back to him with a frown. “What is it, bro? Who'd you send it to?”

He glanced up to me, paled. “My sister!” He hissed.