Dare You To Move part 3
Bridget was beautiful, gorgeous even. Her brown hair was tied up in a rubber band at the nape of her neck. Her green eyes were stunning as they pierced through everyone around us while we pushed our way through the halls to science class. It was almost as if she read through everyone’s fake persona and saw who they really were.
The halls were filled with teens rushing towards their third period class. Some headed for social studies, others for AP English, but all in a rush. Except for Bridget and me, for we meandered through the hall slowly. Neither of us spoke.
When we’d wandered into science together, some people who were already in there stared. I believed that they were thinking, “Gavin Hutchison with that girl?
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