Carter Blake Baller's pov.
Sayla sits across from me at our regular lunch tabel. Her dirty blond hair pulled back into a high ponytail, light blue eyes covered by plain black glasses.
"Why are you staring at me?" She asks shifting uncomfortibly. "Your'e fun to look at," I say sarcastically. She reaches across the tabel and swats my shoulder. I smile up at her, standing up I pat her head, and she hisses slightly. Sayla dosen't like people touching her head, not her head her hair.
"I have to go to class." Sayla says hopping up and leaving the tavel.
I watch her as she walks away, she turns before walking out the door and waving, and I smile and wave back.
Author Notes: Part two already!!!Whoop,whoop!!
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