We All Get Together When We Bury Your Friends

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This is about what happened today. :'c

FRERARD.

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Flipping through my notebook, Gee sat next to me, trying to find the next answer.

I wish you knew how much I love to stare at your features, but you prevent that from happening.

He looked up as I quickly looked away, looking at me for a while before continuing to work.

Whenever you just glance at me, I feel special, like you wasted a second of your life just for me.

My hands were shaking, my gloves were on- I recited what I was gonna say to him.

Do you hate me? Do you hate me? Do you hate me? Please don't let me say something wrong.

I turned to him, taking a deep breath and said it. "You haven't spoken to me in a while. Do you hate me?"

I felt like I said it too fast, too fast for him to comprehend what I just said. Instead, he just looked at me, surprised that I'd break the silence.

I spoke too fast. I'm sorry, did you hear me? You haven't replied yet. Maybe I'd just sit here and wait for a really late answer.

The teacher was about to pass out our tests for us to take, to which he asked if he could sit in the back.

He went with ignoring me AND hating me. He hates me. He will ignore me.

He got up and left.

I wish you felt the same about me. But I know you wouldn't, and that's okay. Like I said, I'll just sit here and deal with it.

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