"Pick up! Pick UP, LYDIA!" I faintly yelled at my phone. It'd been about the 4th time I'd called my best friend,  and I need to talk to her. It has been a week since I've seen Greydon, but tonight, he randomly added me on Facebook. I don't even know HOW he knows my last name. 

For the past week I've been purposely avoiding him at all costs. People whisper all the time about how Greydon and I 'coincedentely' missed school at the same time, and honestly, it hurt. I was beginning to be known for something I didn't even do.

"Hello?" yawned a sleepy Lydia from the other line. I sighed in relief.

"You need to come over. Like, now." I said quietly, not wanting to wake Monee or Alex. 

"Huh? Why? Is something the matter?" she slurred. I bet she's still half awake. 

"Just come over please!" I pouted, and checked my watch. It was 9:57pm, but Lydia was NOT a night owl. I probably woke her up.

"B-but, it's late!" I could practically see her pouting. 

"No," I said firmly. "We need to talk."

There was silence from the other line of the end, I fiddled with the hem of my tshirt. I was curled up in the living room. In mom's rocking chair.

Lydia sighed. "I'll be over in ten."

I bit my lip. "Okay. But hurry. I have a lot to tell you."

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**Greydon's POV
**Earlier that day

I unlocked my door, slinging my bag off of my shoulder as I went. I really, really couldn't keep that girl off my mind. It might just sound a bit weird, but I know she doesn't want to talk to me, so I just... Um... Spied? Observed? Not stalked, no. Of course not. But over the course of the week, whenever I saw her at her locker, if we made eye contact, she would shut her locker and leave. It hurts. She's actually scared of me.

But how couldn't she? We're so different. Maybe that's the thing I like the best about her. Or maybe it's the way she dresses, she's always prepared. Or maybe how she bites her lip when she's nervous. Maybe it's because she's so classy when the rest of the girls in our grade are so... trashy. But honestly, when I see her, I can't see anything else.

I walked into my living room and saw my mom on her chair, rocking back and forth peacefully. I smiled and walked over, kissing her on the forehead.

"Hello, mom." I said, sitting on the armrest and she looked up at me with her large chocolate eyes.

"Hello, dear."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

--

I jumped onto my messy bed, homework done, and opened my laptop. And I remembered something.

Today I learned Reagan's last name... A substitute was calling out full names in math and her name was called. Her full name's Reagan Bensley. I got on Facebook and added her as a friend.

I hope she accepts.