Alison Lawrence didn't know what having a tough life meant and had everything handed to her on a golden plate. Her life was immaculate with the perfect and caring boyfriend in it and a reign that mattered the world to her, both things she never want...
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A L I S O N
"So, what do you want to tell me, Ali?" Tristan asked me as soon as we finally got out of the class, my heart beating faster to the thought of telling him about Chicago.
It felt weird to suddenly leave all of this behind.
"First, let's go somewhere more private," I whispered, my voice so low that he was the only one that could listen to it. The last thing I needed was for my classmates to assume about us.
"I know the perfect place." He smirked at me, grabbing my hand, and the warmth of his made a huge contrast against my cold skin. Before I could say goodbye to Madison, my friend started walking, taking me along with him.
"See you later!" She yelled on my back and all I managed to do was wave at her, flashing a quick smile. I returned my attention to Tristan, his fast pace causing me to laugh.
We took some turns left and right, but after a few minutes, we finally arrived at an empty hallway.
"I have never been to this part of the school before." I let out, impressed by the amount of peace that filled the place; there wasn't anyone, not even a single soul.
It was the same hallway but a little bit older. Smaller and it ended some meters from where we were. The lockers weren't red like the normal ones. They were yellow, almost a light brown and I wondered how the boy in front of me found out about it.
He was looking at my perplexed face, his light blue analyzing me, and when I noticed that, I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the flush that was coming to my cheeks.
"I guess this is labeled as quiet," I laughed but Tristan pointed to the side, "but we are not there yet."
With that, he opened a red steel door that was next to us and took me in, we still hand in hand.
It was the Janitor's closet.
"Really?" I asked without looking clearly at him, the darkness that took place making the ambient much smaller. All I felt was the shelves with cleaning products hitting my back.
"Yes," My friend whispered, getting closer, and I could sense his presence, his cologne filling my nose strongly, fresh and lemony.
"I'm moving," I let out quickly, not letting room for anything else, afraid of what would my reaction be. All of that was just too much.
"What?"
"I will move." The moment I said that I realized that it didn't help at all and luckily the room was dark so Tristan couldn't see my red cheeks of embarrassment.
"It makes sense now, thanks!" He exclaimed ironically and I tried to hold back a chuckle but it was useless. I threw my head back in a laugh but with that I also took a step back, hitting on something. It made me lost balance but before I could fall, the boy in front of put his hands around my waist, giving me support.
