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"Nice jacket

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"Nice jacket." I smile when I walk into chem and see her with a blue leather jacket.

"Thanks. Got it last night."

"Looks good on you," I say, as I look at what she's wearing.

She's wearing a pastel blue skater girl dress, some pastel blue converse high tops, and the new jacket.

"Are we still on for lunch?" I ask as I sit down.

"Um," she looks around, "yeah."

I smile and Taylor walks in. "Was Jason wearing his?" She asks, completely ignoring me.

Figures, ignore the entire gang because you mistakenly had sex with the leader.

"Yeah, actually. He's taking me to dinner tonight."

"Do I even have a chance," I whisper.

"I don't know. Its only day three." She says, unexpectedly.

"Oh... You heard me. I thought that I thought that."

"Outloud maybe." Taylor snips.

"Yes. I still hope you will give me a chance."

"You have your chance. Impress me at lunch. And maybe you'll get a second... Date?" She says/asks.

"So I do have a chance." I smile.

"Not if your anything like winter." Taylor snips again.

"What happened with the two of you?" I ask her.

"I didn't know who she was at the time. I swore to Ariana I wouldn't get with someone from you guys... And I did. Now I hate her." She put her head down in shame.

"Oh. That makes sense. Can't sleep with the enemy." I joke.

"Shut the hell up." She says.

"Have you guys noticed the bell rang almost ten minutes ago?" Some kid asks.

"Yeah... Maybe he's not here..."

"We wait for another five and if no teacher shows. It's a free period." I reassure everyone.

"If we get out early, want an early lunch?" Vicki asks.

"Why not. Give me longer to impress you." I smile and put my hand on top of hers.

Taylor's phone goes off. "Shit. I gotta go. I'll be back." Taylor says, then heads off.

"Well. You wanna get out of here?" I ask her.

"Give it til she gets back so I can tell her." She smiles.

"Weres she going?"

"Not-"

"Hey," Jason says, interrupting.

"Jason," I growl.

He's wearing a matching jacket.

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