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Why doesn't anyone know what Capri-Sun is?
The bell at the door goes off, signaling that someone has entered.
A girl, probably around my age or a little older walks up to us, a small shy smile on her face.
"Hi," her voice says quietly. She tucks her shoulder-length black hair behind her ear.
"Do you have any books here on constitutional law?" She questions. Mr. Terrip looks over at me for the answer.
"I think we might," I give her a smile, standing and ushering her to follow me.
Oh my gosh. We can be friends.
Don't say anything stupid. Don't say anything stupid.
"Are you studying law?" I question her as I lead her to the section where the book would most likely be.
"Oh no, it's a general studies class at Western Oak," she explains.
If not a four year college, I wanted to go to Western Oak Community College. But, neither happened.
"We're doing a presentation and I need a book on it," she says further.
"A book on constitutional law would be around this area," I show her the area of government-related books.
"I'm Abby," she smiles.
Does this mean she wants to be friends?! I need to calm down.
"I'm Li-Azalea," I've been around Grey too much I think. But I'm not going to stop being around him. Anyone who sets their eyes on his bootylicious butt can see the reason why. And he's a darling sometimes I guess.
She bends and picks out the exact book she needs.
"Are you in college?" She asks. I laugh a small bit and shake my head. She continues to look at me for a second and I feel her light brown eyes on the cut on my cheek.
"I play powderpuff football, It's a battle wound," I explain and then internally rolls my eyes at myself.
Why do I have to say theweirdestthings?
I lower my eyes and fully expect her to laugh awkwardly and then go check out the book in her hand.
Instead, she laughs. Like actually laughs, not a fake one.
"How'd you get drafted? Can you put in a good word for me?" She questions.
"Mr. Terrip, the man who owns this place is the main referee," I add, "you should talk to him."
"No I'm not in college," I answer her earlier question, shaking my head in an attempt to recover from my crackhead episode, "I would love to be though."
It's still true. There are still things I'd love to do I'm just not sure when. I have a list.
1) Master the lyrics to every Aerosmith and Def Leppard song.
2) Go to Hawaii and get recruited by the hula dancers.
3) Slap Grey in the face, for no reason, I just want to see his reaction.
4) Immediately after slapping him, kiss him repeatedly.
