**SEQUEL**
This time, it's not the story about Kaytlyn Flores. It's the story of Blair Cohen.
The daughter of the feared bad boy and the popular athlete-or, should I say 'The Bad Boy's Girl'?
"Bye, Dylan!" I called to him as both he and Myles walked into their school.
"Let's go to hell." Lynne said to me, and we started walking.
It's October, and the Michigan weather is getting colder. But, I guess you could say this weather is... comfortable.
Like, you'd be comfortable in some jean shorts and a baggy hoodie. That's what Lynne and I are wearing. Actually, I think she's wearing one of Landon's sweaters.
I'm wearing my grey, Miami Beach crewneck with jean shorts. And my grey slip on sneakers. (Below)
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My hair is naturally straight, just like both of my parents'. So I just left it down. It's never too much work in the morning.
Today is Wednesday. One week from when we got our projects assigned to us. Me and Jamie decided on doing a Power Point about how the earths tilt effects the four seasons in a year.
Boring, yeah. But, Jamie said it'll get us a good mark.
"Guys, wait up!" A male voice called from behind us.
We turned around and saw Landon running towards us.
Me and Lynne both shared a chuckle as he caught up to where we were currently standing,
"Hey, y'all."
"Hey." Both me and Lynne said.
"Is that my sweater?" Landon asked, pointing to what she was wearing.
"Yeah." She replied, and we all began walking once again.
"Y'know. I can report you for robbery. I don't remember you asking for that." He sarcastically stated.
I could almost hear Lynne roll her eyes,
"And I can report a hate crime."
They continued on with their bickering as we walked through the school parking lot, awaiting to arrive at the stairs.
"Well, you're just a little irritating, that's all." Landon admitted.
Oh man...
"Me? You're a pain in the ass that doesn't know when and where to not stick his nose in stuff." Lynne scoffed.
