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The Oklahoma-Texas Line	By : Tansterz Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kelly Clarkson Views: 3030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Kelly Clarkson or Carrie Underwood. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Without delay Carrie released herself from her seat belt and immediately put her hand on the door to let herself out of the car the second after her mother brought it to a standstill in front of the school. Suddenly she felt her mother’s hand on her wrist and paused in the seat.

“You sure you don’t want me to go in with you and help get you settled?” Her mother offered.

She blinked and stared back at her mom wide eyed. “I’m seventeen, mom, I don’t need you to tag along and hold my freaking hand.” I swear, sometimes she tries too hard.

Her mother frowned. “I was only trying to be helpful.” She said apologetically, retracting her hand from her daughter’s wrist. Carrie tugged on the handle and pushed against the door with her weight.

“Care,”

She pushed out of the passenger seat and stared back at her mom. “Yeah?”

“You try and have a good day, sweetie.”

“Thanks, you too.” She smiled politely before scooping her backpack up from the floor and slinging one strap onto her shoulder. Shoving the door shut she turned sharply and attempted to finally make her way away from the car.

“Oh, Care,” She turned and found that her mother had rolled the window down. Seriously mom, don’t embarrass me right now.

“I’ll see you at four.”

She shook her head quickly. “No, I can walk home mom, I’ll be fine.” She replied, slipping her other strap onto her shoulder and heading towards the school entrance.

Climbing the stairs she stepped out towards the glass door and tugged on the handle and pulled it open wide enough for her to slip into the hall. Immediately she noted that the long hallway was mostly abandoned apart from a couple of students chatting in front of their lockers. Tearing her eyes from them she glanced around for any sign of the main office and when she spotted a sign advertising just that, she gripped the straps of her backpack tightly and continued down the hall. It hadn’t taken her but a couple of seconds to reach the end of the hallway and once she had she hesitantly stepped forward to enter into the office.

There was a woman standing behind the counter with her back turned to her who was busy photocopying something so she didn’t notice her right away. Carrie leaned against the counter and began to tap her fingers nervously against the smooth surface, waiting for the woman to notice her because she was too nervous to interrupt her herself. Finally the woman turned around and spotted her standing on the opposite end of the counter and instantly left her post at the copy machine.

“Hey there, sugar, what can I do for you?” She asked politely, her thick accent making it almost difficult for her to understand.

Carrie straightened up and met the woman’s gaze. “Um, I’m new and it’s my first day and—“

“You need your schedule?” The woman cut in.

She nodded and watched the woman lower her eyes to a pile of papers in front of her. “What’s your last name, darlin’?”

“Underwood.” She replied quietly, and continued to watch the woman fish through the pile.

She pulled a thin stack of papers from within the pile and glanced back up at her. “Carrie?”

Carrie nodded again. “Yeah, thanks.” She said, accepting the papers from the woman’s extended hand.

“Not a problem, honey. Did you need any help with getting around?”

“No, I should be fine.”

The woman smiled and pointed at the sheets of paper in her hands. “One of those papers is a map of the school,” she explained, “Another has your locker number and combination, and the last, which is the one on the top,” she tapped the first sheet, “Is your schedule. You’ve got about a good half hour or so to familiarize yourself with the campus, if you have any troubles just come back and see me.”

Carrie returned the smile and took a step back from the counter. “Thank you, Mrs.…” She trailed off, realizing she hadn’t caught the woman’s name.

“It’s Mrs. Swindall.”

She offered another smile before turning and exiting the office, unexpectedly colliding with someone. The force almost sent her flying backwards and back inside of the office, but as she squeezed her eyes shut preparing herself for the fall, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and the person pull her towards them. Curiously she popped an eye open and was met with a hard chest in her face. Slowly she lifted her head and eyes towards the owner of the body and steadied herself against him before carefully pulling back.

“Um-uh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you…thanks for catching me.” She stuttered.

The boy grinned at her and shoved his hands inside of his pockets. “You must be new; I haven’t seen you around before.” She could tell that he was checking her out, and she wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or embarrassed.

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m new…I’m Carrie.” She said hurriedly, nervously extending her hand out in front of her.

His grin stayed plastered on his face which was beginning to make her a bit uneasy. “Landon.” He said in return, pulling a hand from his pocket and placing it into hers and giving it a friendly shake. “You’re going to be okay, right? We collided pretty hard.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” She laughed. “I um, should get going though; I only have a little while to figure out where all my classes are.” She brought her hand back to her side when he released it.

“Did you need any help?” Cute boy offering to help you Carrie, say yes!

She managed to shake her head. “No no, I think I’ll be okay.” She declined.

His grin pulled into a wide smile. “I know that look. You’re being nice because you don’t want to put me out of my way but you’re also completely terrified because you’re scared that when I walk away you’re not going to be able to find your classes. How’d I do?”

She chuckled and smirked at him. “You’re pretty dead on actually, but really I wouldn’t want to trouble you with helping me out.”

“Nonsense, it’d be my pleasure.” He insisted.

“Well, only if you’re absolutely sure, I mean like one hundred percent positive.”

He placed a hand out between them. “Let me see your schedule.” He requested.

Willingly she peeled the first sheet of paper up from the other two and handed it over to him. “Here you go.”

He accepted the paper and shot a quick glance down at it. “Oh, this will be a piece of cake.” He assured her.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, come on.”
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