class went by really fast. first and second period is already over and it's first break. i got to my locker and started opening it. behind me the hottie who said i wouldn't steal their bitch was laughing with a friend. i ignored them and kept trying to open my locker. no matter how hard i tried it just didnt open. soon, the hottie tapped my shoulder and looked like they were about to start crying with laughter.
"you're opening the wrong locker" they snickered. i looked up at the number (which was like 3 ft above my head im really short). ahh shit wrong locker. this one's 73. mine is 71. oh wait omg this is my crushy wushy's locker. i started blushing at the very thought of him.
"okay thanks for telling me" i moved to mine and imagined wattpad-story style scenarios with my crushy. he's so hot omg i wanna kiss him. soon he comes to his locker as well looking like he got jumped. i tapped him on the shoulder.
"what?" he says grumpily.
"t-t-tu-turn around!" i stutter cutely
he turns around to face the other direction. i grab him by the shoulders and turn him towards me because no matter how hot he is he is a fucking dumbass.
"c-can i ask you something" i look up into his eyes.
"the fuck do you want"
"are you single?" i bite my lip.
"no. piss off."
i start crying and run all the way to the girl's bathroom.
