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The sudden force of someone running into him took the young man by surprise, in face, he was so surprised that he dropped the load of books that were held carefully in his hand.
Dropping to his knees, he started to pick up his books, before he noised a purse sprawled out before him. Picking it up, he looked at it for a moment in confusion before he looked forward, seeing a familiar face. It then clicked in his head, the force was Scar running into him, and she dropped her purse on the way.
Reaching his hand forward, he nodded to her, "Good morning Scar." He said, his voice very flat as he talked, but you could clearly see the corners of his soft pale lips perk up into a smile as he spoke. Slowly, the young football player rose to his feet, crossing his arms across his chest, noticing that most of the kids that filled up the hallways were in class, or almost there. "The bell is about to ring dear."