Behind the glasses

Harry P.O.V
I stood outside the office while the lady at the desk was getting me an escort, when she walked out. "Hello. I'm Alli."
A melodious, sweet voice that is only heard in dreams said. I turned to see her. Curly, dark hair, bouncing, piercing baby blue eyes, and pink lips parted. her face was beautiful, and her body was out of the world. "Well...Damn." I whispered. She looked at me confused.
"I'm Harry." I stutter, thinking about her. "Hey. I'll be your escort today." I nod. Just my luck. Thank you lady receptionist! I try to pay attention as she shows me around, but it's kinda hard when i'm being distracted by her backside. "And that's where all your classes are." She says. I stop walking, and realise i'm less than an inch away from her. She holds her breath. "Sorry." I say, backing up. Her hair...Smells like a feild of flower, but is an odd shade of brown. "Did you dye?" "What?" She asks. "I meant your hair. Did you dye it?'' I ask again. "Yes." I frown. "What was it originally?" "Blonde." She says. If she looks that good a bruntette, as a blond..."Why did you dye it?" She opens her mouth to respond but thinks better of it. "None of your business." She replies before walking away.
Alli's P.O.V
I take a deep shaky breath. What...Without thinking, I just told him more of what I've ever told anyone else after freshman year in a matter of minutes.
Ugh...What is wrong with me?! I've never done this...Why would I reveal, myself now? I mean, yeah, he's hot, but so is Naill. And I didn't forgive him. 'But you want to'. A vice inside my head whispered. I shake my head. It doesn't matter what I want. I can never have it. Not without lies. Or liars.
"So you're doing it." Mary states. I nod. "I just changed my schedule and talked with coach Jazz. I'll be trying out this afternoon during practice. And tomorrow." "You will no longer be in the tragic thing know as Physical Education. Or as the less intellectual would called, P.E" I Laugh. "Yupp" "What team are you aiming for?" She asks. "Varsity.' I respond, confidently. She raises an eyebrow curiously. "And you think you can do it...?" I nod. "I can. I will." I say, sneaking glances at Madilyn, she sits between Stephanie and Louis. My old seat and she sat infront of me. I look away quickly.
I take deep breaths, sitting in my new Athletics uniform that consists of red shorts, a blue top, and black Nike's. "Westley! You ready?" I rise and jog over to the coach. "No way!! That freak is going?!" I hear Madilyn exclaims. "Maybe she's good." Stephanie suggests. "Not a chance." Madilyn replies.
" Alright. There will be six serves. You have the whole court to cover. Pass to your setter." I nod. He calls on 4 other girls, Stephanie, and to my luck, Madilyn. "You ready?" I nod, shaky. The first serve comes straight to me. I pass it, but it lands to the left of the setter. A loud giggle fills the gym. "See, guys?'' Madilyn asks.
I take a deep breath, concentrating. The next serve is to my right. I run, and pass straight tothe target. The rest of my passes are flawless. Number six approaches, ready. Madilyn. The serves hard and down. I dig the ball, passing perfectly. The serves. I made all except one. Next is spinking. Perfect. By the end of the practice, I'm pumped, and Madilyn furious. "Westley!" Coach calls. I raise my head, questioning. "You're on Varsity. Congratulations." The rest of the team runs up to me and claps me on back cheering. I laugh. Unbelievable. I made it. I'm back. I look over at Madi, her facered from anger. I smile.
"Guess I'm not that bad." I tell her, smiling innocently. She turns on her, and walks away.Little by little, I'm getting my life back. Madilyn 'replaced' Allison. Now, I'm replacing Madilyn.

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