text: You chase Allison into the lunch room and grab her hand as you catch up, stopping her from running. She turns to you and gives an exaggerated sad expression.
  
  "Well, ya caught me, now what?"
  
  She asks. You look into her eyes for a minute, and decide to try something.
  
  "You're lying."
  
  You replying accusingly.
  
  "I'm what now?"
  
  "Lying. You know who I am. No one acts that friendly to someone they just met, and what you just said before sounds like it has some deeper meaning to it."
  
  You say. Allison looks down to her hand, which you immediately let go of, then she glances around the room. Finally she sighs.
  
  "You caught me. I know you. But the more important thing here, isn't what I know, but what you know. So, what do you know of me, Jacob?"
  
  Allison replies, revealing that your guess was right. Unfortunately, you don't actually know anything about her. The closest you have to a memory of her is your dream, and even if she does actually know you, that'd be a rather odd thing to bring up. Then again, she seems like a rather odd person anyway.
  
  "How do you know me?"
  
  You ask, trying to ignore her question. She pouts and takes a step back.
  
  "Beep beep, wrong answer. Should I take this to mean you don't know anything about me?"
  
  She asks.
  > You admit you know nothing about her
  You sigh and nod.
  
  "Yeah, sorry. I don't really know you."
  
  You reply. Unexpectedly, she smiles and nods in response.
  
  "Well, that's to be expected. We only just met after all. Maybe we'll get to know each other better in the future."
  
  Allison says, waving and walking away. You give her a short wave back and then decide to have something for lunch, and to maybe find Ian. After a short search through the cafeteria, you find Ian sitting with a girl, with long black hair, brown eyes, and dressed in a goth outfit. Oddly enough, you recognize her as Olivia, the girl you were talking with in detention yesterday. Noticing you, Ian waves you over to their table.
  
  "Hey man, this here is Olivia."
  
  He says, motioning to Olivia.
  
  "We're both in the chess club together it seems, so I figured I should hang out with her a bit to get to know her better."
  
  Olivia looks at you with a mild expression of surprise while Ian speaks, before scoffing at his remark.
  
  "I have a boyfriend you know."
  
  She states, apparently thinking Ian has an ulterior motive.
  
  "Ah, well of course you do. A cute girl like you is quite the catch."
  
  Ian replies, although you can sense he didn't really expect her to have one. Olivia blushes slightly, but it's unnoticed by Ian.
  
  "That's right, I had forgotten you were in the chess club Ian."
  
  You say, finally sitting down.
  
  "Yep, I'm the best damn chess-inator there is!"
  
  He replies while puffing out his chest with an odd sense of pride. However you don't really doubt he's the best there, as he's always been incredibly smart. You gaze wanders to Olivia, who notices and speaks.
  
  "Just cause I look this way doesn't mean I'm stupid. Girls can be smart too you know."
  
  She says harshly to you, apparently thinking you were judging her ability to play chess based on her goth outfit. You quickly shake your head in response.
  
  "I, wait, I never said you couldn't."
  
  You reply defensively. She turns her head away from you, almost in disgust. Ian looks at the two of you confused.
  
  "Am I missing something here? Do you two got some history or something?"
  
  "No, of course not. We just met yesterday after all. Didn't we Jacob?"
  
  Olivia replies angrily, even more upset now. You go to answer but she quickly speaks again.
  
  "I need to go."
  
  She announces, quickly standing from the table and walking away. The two of you watch as she leaves.Ian shrugs as you turn to him.
  
  "Girls man. Confusing as hell, right?"
  
  He says before taking a drink of his milk in front of him. You nod, but can't help but think there was something more to what Olivia said.