This gets better as you go, I'm writing a short story and I'm updating it on here because I think you guys will like it. I'll update the short story when at least 5 people request it. It's not that I won't update the book, it just I won't update this short story. And I didn't know I had this many silent/ghost readers until I posted my smut and y'all had to follow me. Enjoy!

    Monroe wasn't popular, not by a long shot, but she was well known. She could walk around the halls of her school and greet quite a few people. She was noticed most because of her skin, a dark chocolate, and the fact that she was the biggest sweet heart you would ever meet.

"Hi, Jackie, Regenté, and Sarah!" Monroe greeted them as the group walked past her.

"Hi Monroe." The three chorused back at her. Monroe looked back and turned to smile at them before she crashed into a strong body.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Umph." She stumbled backwards a bit, but then quickly gathered herself and started walking towards her next class.

"Hey!" A voice called out making her turn on her heels.

"You dropped some stuff." He called out to her.

"I'll grab it during lunch, thanks a lot." She said before scurrying off to her next class, backpack thumping against her back as she ran.

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She was speed walking and gaining closer to to the door of her music class when the bell rang. With an exasperated sigh she kept going until she reached the door and slowly turned the knob and opening the door.

"Sorry I'm..."

"Late, I know Monroe, could I ask why?" Mr.Kramer asked eyebrows raised.

"I kinda got ran over." Monroe mumbled, earning a few laughs from the class and Mr.Kramer.

"Seems like something that could happen." He said motioning for her to sit down.

Mr.Kramer was her favorite teacher, he had been with her since middle school and moved up to high school with her. She loved his class and how he made music fun and entertaining.

Class went by like a breeze and lunch was quickly approaching. While walking through the halls during the passing period, Monroe tried to remember who she bumped into looked like. What did he look like?

Red

Oh, red hair! He had bright red hair. She did a little victory dance in the hall way before going on to lunch.
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"Hiya!" Monroe said as she approached the guy with bright red hair a little bit after the sophomore lunch period started.

"Um hi." He said back cutting off his conversation with his friend across from him.

"You kinda ran me over earlier and said I dropped some things." Monroe said taking a quick glance around his table, waving to the people she recognized.

The table erupted in laughter after she said red hair ran her over and she laughed as well when he blushed nearly as red as his hair.

"Yeah, your stuff is actually in my locker," he said slowly standing up,"let's go grab it."

    And with that red hair grabbed her hand and led her to where his locker was, unfortunately it was completely on the other side of the school, which was probably why she had never seen him before today.

    Her cheeks burned as his grip on her hands tighten, not really use to boys being affectionate. As they walked she stumbled behind him and lightly rambled about how sorry she was at the trouble this might have caused him and thanked him for being kind enough not to just ignore her and drop her stuff in the trash.

    They stopped at a locker but Monroe kept rambling so red hair gently placed his lips on hers causing her rambling to immediately stop. She closed her eyes and smiled leaning into his kiss and wrapped her arms around him neck.

    The two pulled away when some seniors past by them cat calling and whistling at them, both of them muttering a 'get some' as they walked by. She blushed and he chuckled grabbing her stuff from his locker and placing it in her hand.

"We should go on a date sometime, get to know each other better Rambles." Red hair said slinging an arm around Monroe's shoulder. She giggled slightly at the nickname before speaking back.

"Maybe this weekend, Red." She shot back shuffling a bit closer to him.

"Saturday?" He suggested.

Monroe nodded, "5 o' clock?" She asked. Red hair nodded and squeezed her shoulder lightly before dropping his arm.

"Saturday, 5 o'clock at red lobsters." He confirmed. Monroe smiled reassuring their plans for their date before giving red a kiss on the cheek and scurrying off to her table, rambling on about how she just scored herself a date.