The orange leaves on the trees and the cool air are some of the things I like about Fall. However, my most favorite thing has got to be Halloween. I've loved the holiday ever since I was little and this year is no different. But trick or treating might be out of the question since I'm seventeen now. The colorful and creative costumes, the candy, and the practical jokes are all the things I love.

"Clem!"

"Yeah," I yell downstairs.

"Hurry up! You'll be late for school!"

"I'll be right down," I grab my bag and hustle down the hall. I get to the door only to stop in my tracks, I'm forgetting something.

"You forgetting this?"

I turn to see Lee standing in the door way with my hat hanging off his pinkie.

"Thanks, Lee," I grad the hat and place it on my head before giving him a hug and a kiss.

"I'll be waiting outside the school in the parking lot after school," he says as I rush down the porch stairs.

"Okay. Bye, I love you!" I yell as I start into a run.

"I love you too, sweet pea!" Lee exclaims.

I jog down the sidewalk until the school comes into view. Looking at my phone, I see that I have a few extra minutes before class starts. This is good, since I've been on Mr. Carver's hit list for the past few weeks. I've only been late twice and drawn one particularly inappropriate, yet funny, picture of him. I grin as I remember that day, Lee wasn't happy when he heard about it, but I swear I saw a tiny smile on his face when he saw the picture.

"Clem! Hey, Clementine!" Sarah yells as I walk up to the school entrance. She looks happy and go lucky as usual as she makes her way over to me.

"Hey, what happened to going to the mall last night?" she asks as she adjusts her glasses.

"Oh, yeah that. Sorry, I was stuck at home. Grandparents came by for a visit," I smile awkwardly, "I forgot to text you."

"Oh, well that's okay. Maybe some other day," she says with a warm smile, "So what are you doing for Halloween?"

I shrug as we make our way down the crowded halls, "I don't know yet. I may just stay at home."

"Yeah, I may be doing that as well. Dad doesn't like me going out with other people, not after what happened at Carley's party," she rubs the back of her head.

"Well, that was your fault. I told you someone would pressure you into drinking," I scold her.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm glad you were there though and sober. I would've fucked Nate if you didn't pull me away and take me home," she giggles slightly.

"I wasn't going to let that creep touch you, drunk or sober. Just sucks I couldn't get you home in time. You dad was pissed," she say.

"Heh, yeah he was. I'm surprised he didn't send me to a catholic school or something. He was grateful you brought me home though. You earned some like points from him," she says as we make it to our lockers.

"Well that's good, because Carlos can be scary at times," I reply while I put in my combination.

"I could say the same for Lee," she smiles as she puts her books in her locker.

Sarah has always been a good girl, mostly because of her dad, but I've gotta say I'm glad she's coming out of her shell slightly.

"Hello, ladies," I look up to see Luke leaning up against the lockers.

"Hey," I smile slightly.

"Hey Luke," Sarah says.

"Have either of you seen Nick?" he asks.

"No, not yet," I reply.

"Ugh, that asshole," he grunts.

"What'd he do now?" I say sarcastically.

"He was supposed to help me last night with our project, but he bailed."

"Well, maybe he can help you later?" Sarah suggests.

"He won't have to, I finished it last night," he smirks.

"Then, why are you mad at him?" I ask closing my locker.

"Cause the fucker barely helped," he eyes show more annoyance toward Nick than anger.

"Well, maybe you can just work with someone else next time, someone who isn't lazy," Sarah says as she closes her locker.

"I guess," he says running his hand over her thin mustache, "So Clem, you going to be at lunch today?"

I think it over as the three of us walk down to our classes. Normally I would just hide out in the art room with Christa, the teacher. She's probably one of my most favorite teachers. She love art like me and her husband is the funniest guy I've met. But, something about Luke asking if I'll been at lunch tells me I should go to the lunchroom today, I don't know why.

"Eh, I wasn't planning on it, but I could be. How come?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I uh," he looks down and shifts uncomfortably, "I was just wondering if you wanted to sit with me."

"Ooooo, kiss kiss," Sarah teases.

"Shut up," I punch her arm playfully before turning back to Luke with a smile "I'll come sit with you at lunch today, Luke"

"Great! Awesome, I'll see you then," he smiles as he stops in the doorway of his class, "Bye."

"See you later, Luke," I wave as Sarah and I continue to walk.

She waggles her eyebrows at me.

"Oh, shut up. He wanted to sit with me at lunch, so what?" I say.

She giggles, "Clem, this is Luke we're talking about. The guy is dreamy as fuck and I think he's got a thing for you."

"He does not," I deny it.

"Yeah, he does. Have you seen how he looks at you? He's crushing on you," her face beams with enthusiasm.

"You're full of shit," I giggle.

She rolls her eyes and grunts, "Alright, whatever Clem. I know I'm right though."

"Of course you are Sarah," I joke.

"You'll see!" she exclaims with a smile.

"Heh, come on. We don't want to be late," I say, making our way to the classroom.