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My photography class is pretty cool actually. It’s the first class, I had to actually talk to someone. My partner, Natalie. She’s a pretty brunette, close to my height, at 5 foot 2. Slim and pretty dimples with crystal blue eyes.

She carries the Nikon camera, with the strap around her neck, as we walk around school grounds, looking for an amazing spot to take pictures.

She lies down flat on the grass, in front of the sanded baseball field. She zooms in on the sand. “This’ll be a great shot for texture,” she murmurs quietly.

I look all around me as she takes another picture. “What do we have left,” I ask.

“Um, I’d say color, form and value,” she says, checking off the list. We had pictures for line, shape, space and texture so far.

“Color could be…” I glance around, looking up at the building and down at the cars. “Let’s go, I think I have an idea.” We run all the way up to the fifth floor, facing the parking lot where all the cars are parked. “There’s color,” I say.

She smiles as she snaps two pictures zoomed in of the different vehicles below. “I heard you play tennis,” she says shyly.

“Yeah,” I nod.

“So why did you take this instead of Gym,” she asks.

I pause, “I was told juniors don’t have the option of gym, just swimming and cheerleading.”

“Oh, you’re not a cheerleader,” she asks casually.

“Nor am I a swimmer,” I say shaking my head. “But I’m glad I choose this. Art would quickly frustrate me and History would bore me after a few weeks.”

She chuckles, “Everyone’s been saying you were a cheerleader at your old school.”

I shake my head, “Nope, I was pretty much a loner at my old school.”

“You’re lying,” she says seriously, playing around with the camera as she takes a few more shots.

“Fine, I had a few friends, Ms. Poland, the librarian, and Coach Peters who enjoyed me beating her in tennis. Other than that, nope, I hung out at home a lot.”

 “Wow,” she says quietly.

“I know sad life,” I chuckle.

She chuckles but shakes her head, “All the rumors that are going around probably also might not be true then.”

I shrug, “Never heard anything.”

“Well… There’s a rumor that your dad left town because he got a black woman pregnant,” she says slowly.

“My parents were married for three years before having me,” I shrug. “Small town folks have nothing better to do than to gossip.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” she says turning away.

“Do you gossip,” I ask.

“No, I… I eavesdrop,” she says quietly.

“So where are your friends,” I ask.

She shrugs, “You can say I’m an outcast… I messed things up when I had my chance of being popular.”

I shake my head, “Really? And who’s the popular girls?”

“Hayley, Bianca, Nadine and Madison,” she shrugs. “They’ve been the most popular girls since… since ever really,” she says quietly.

“I wanna meet them,” I say suddenly. “I didn’t see any girl prettier than you today.”

“Well… That’s because Hayley ditches classes to hang out with Paul… He’s the hottest guy in school,” she shrugs. “And his dad… His dad is the mayor of the town.”

“Still not impressed,” I say with a shrug. “I went to school with a senator’s son,” I say. “Does he look hot?”

“I’d like to think I do,” I hear a deep voice.

I turn my head to see it’s him again. The guy in the hallway, who had smiled at me. He is tall and muscular. He wears a tank top and jeans, with a baseball cap on backwards. He has a nice tan, making his skin look golden. His eyes are light brown, the color of caramel. “Hey, I’m Paul,” he says.

I look him up and down, “The senator’s son was much better looking.” I say this looking at Natalie whose blushing beet red.

Paul pauses, shocked at what I say, but he doesn’t speak. “You’re not the kind of girl I expected,” he says quietly.

“Let me guess you expected those blushing, flirting, annoying chits who suck up to you, just to get your attention,” I ask. I shake my head, “That’s not how I roll.”

He chuckles, “My dad told me about your parents.”

“And what is your version of the infamous story,” I ask.

He smirks, “He was disowned.”

“Mmm, interesting,” I say.

“So how come your dad is back, when that’s the Bennett’s property,” he asks.

“Why are you asking,” I ask with a smirk. “Your dad thought he could buy it, didn’t he?” Paul’s face blanches, surprised that I had caught on so quickly. “Well you can tell him… It’s not for sale.”

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