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     Pulchritude. 
     The word pulchritude is written on the board. It means beauty. Beauty is the last word I hear before I lay my head down with my earplugs in. I let my new hair fall over my arms and spread over my desk. 
     Right smack dab in the coffee shop, Kate added layers and curtain bangs into my hair. We got weird stares for changing Dolly's Drinks into Kate's Hair Salon, but hey, my hair came out great. It's very pulchritude. 
     Kate's mom was a stylist in the country, so she learned firsthand almost every type of cut, dye, and treatment. The whole time I sat getting my hair cut, we talked about Silas, Silas' mom, Silas' father, Silas' brother, Silas' sisters, Silas' house, and more Silas. 
     Here's what I learned:
        - Silas is an infamous man whore
        - I did good by not making out with him
        - His brother is an outcast
        - Really rich
        - He's number 9 on the football team
        - He has a girlfriend, cheats on her with his tutor, and is very polygamous
     Bullets dodged. 
     The ride to school was insightful. I learned more about the girls on that ride than in the two days I've known them. We even got to see Kate's house ranch on the way to school. It was secluded, off in the distance, with a wooden gate, horses, and hay bails. She excused the farm-esque lifestyle by explaining that she was from Tennessee. Embarrassed as she was, I found it cute. Horses were cute animals. 
     It's now 10:02 and I sit in English, listening to the teacher's literary analysis. I blink out of my zone as I get a text message.
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10:04am                           Silas ;)                                    70%
Silas ;)
Could you step outside? 
I wanna talk.
Vittoria
Why?
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     I waited, watching the "Delivered" go to "Read" and stay at "Read." 
     "May I go to the bathroom?" I interrupt.
     Mr. Frankofelle turns away from his board, to check the time and gives me a nod. I gather my bag, throw it over my shoulder, and start towards the door. 
     Silas sits on the ground, against a wall, spinning his phone. When he sees me, he stands quickly and speed walks to me. 
     "What do you want?" I ask, with a bored tone. 
     "Hello to you too," he replies, "Why haven't you responded to any of my texts?" 
     I stare walking down the hall with him following behind me. I'm surprised I haven't been called to the office, I have around a thousand dress code violations from today's outfit alone. 
     "I dunno, let's ask your girlfriend," I say, over my shoulder. 
     He stammers, trying to find a footing in his sentence. 
     "We're on a break." He finally says. I ignore him, looking ahead at the long hall. 
     He grabs my wrist and spins me around to face him. 
     I let out a laugh. 1/2 of it is a chuckle, the other 1/2 an exhale. 
     "A break? Silas, seriously? I'm not some rebound that you can swoop out of the air!" I explain.