I walked up the blue metal edged stairs with my best friend Chloe. She was, as usual, wearing almost all pink. A hot pink vest top, pale pink leggings and stripy pink pumps, broken only a white denim skirt, gave her the look that people either liked or hated. I, on the other hand, was wearing a white short sleeved T-shirt that went no higher than a straight line just under my shoulder, some bleached blue denim shorts and a pair of perfectly white gladiator sandals. It went well with my white blonde, waist length ringlets.

"So, what did you think of the new guy?" Chloe asked me with a smile on her face.

"He was okay," I told her.

"Asta, get real. He sooo likes you. I mean, he didn't even give Carly a second glance! It couldn't be more obvious!"

"Chloe, you know I don't date since Jordan. You know that." Jordan had been my boyfriend, or at least I'd thought he had been. He'd been more of just a really good friend, but everyone, but, you know, peer pressure and all that. But then he'd dumped me, at least that's what he'd said, in just about the meanest way possible. It had been really, really horrible. And I didn't want to go through that again. "Anyone. And that goes for new guys. Even ones I like. And this one, I don't."

"Ya, I know that, Asta, but I'm telling you you should go out with him! He's totally H.O.T."

I put my foot onto the top step and walked towards the corridor that went off to the left and right.

"And I'm telling you, Chlo, that I don't give a damn how hot he is. I'm not dating him. The end."

And then the wall exploded.

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