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"JACK FUCKING AVERY!"

Jack's head snapped up at the familiar shout echoed down the halls, but hardly anyone else looked up, high schoolers too engrossed in themselves. He slowly shook his head as he watched Hazel make her way through the students around her, which was comical to him because of her short stature. Her long black hair hung past her shoulders, small braids scattered in it and a smile stretched on her face that Jack couldn't help but reciprocate.

"You know, just once I'd like a, "hey Jack, what's up?" or, you know, something not shouted down the hallway." He said, shaking his head as he looked back to his locker. He picked up his textbooks and put them in his backpack as he heard a laugh fall past her lips.

"You know you'll never get a normal greeting out of me." Hazel responded and Jack turned to see her smile turned into her signature smirk. She gestured for him to follow her and he shook his head, shutting his locker door and walking after her. 

"So you know the game plan for tonight, right?" She asked as they walked next to each other, moving through the crowded hallway. Jack turned to look at her, confusion etched on his face. Hazel glanced at him as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, expression dropping into bewilderment. "Did you forget?"

"I have a lot on my mind, okay?" Jack threw his hands up. She scoffed and stopped at her locker, quickly spinning in the combination and pulling the dull green metal door open.

"It's the first volleyball game tonight, remember? Indiana's on the team with me, so tonight..." Hazel trailed off and spun her hand a few times, realization dawning on the curly-haired boy.

"Right, right!" He exclaimed and pointed at the ceiling. "I'm supposed to drag Corbyn to the game and we go out for pizza afterwards, leave them alone..."

"There you go!" Hazel smiled at him, the recognizable grin on her face showing her usual mischief. They'd been trying to get Indiana and Corbyn together for a little bit, it had become a project a few months ago for the two of them.

Plus it was fun.

"Well, I'm also coming to support you." Jack nudged her arm lightly with his elbow. He nearly never missed a game, and in return Hazel showed up to nearly all of his basketball games. They supported each other.

Hazel chuckled and shut her locker, looking up at him just as the bell rang for fifth period, the students around them starting to scatter to their classes. "Well, I will see you in bio, and you're giving me a ride home." She said and shut her locker, pointing to him before spinning and walking to her next class.

"I don't even get a choice?!" Jack called after her, to which she threw up her middle finger and looked over her shoulder at him, smirking. He shook his head and chuckled quietly, a fond smile falling on his lips as he watched her catch up with a friend and laugh.

Why do I like her so much?

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