After a few hours later, the 'boring' subject period was came. (Mathematics) and I get up from my table and went to Fadz's. We both start our converstation.
"Hey," I started. "Hey, whatsup?" Fadz asked.
"Did you finished number 4?" I asked. "Yes, but I'm not sure bout the answer. The bitch question made me felt dump." Fadz said. "Please, don't say like that. You just not sure bout it. Don't worry, I'll help you" I said.
We start to talk about 'the girl'
"So, you still don't wanna tell me who's that girl?" I started to ask him, cause I really really want to know! "You'll know her later." He said.
We're both Inhales. "So, what's now?" I said. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but... We gotta go to the laboratory. Science is next." He replied.
We both walked together on the way to science laboratory.
"So, you still don't want to tell me who's she?" I asked again the same question. "If you keep asking me the same question, I would not tell you who's she." He replied.
"Okay, I won't ask you again." I was gaveup on it.
Until after a few hours, he told me that the girl was the same class as ours.
"Can I know who's she?" I asked him. "Are you force me to tell you?" He said. I though he's angry. And tired of my questions. "I am so tired Fadz. I want to go to the class. I'm so sorry if I have no time with ya." I begged him. "Okay." He replied.
And I know who's the girl he fucking loves all this time.
"Fadz, can I ask you ?" I said. "Anything." He replied.
"Is the girl you said you love... Was me?" I asked. Fadz look a little bit nervous.. I asked him once again. "Fadz? Is it me? Tell me now." I forced him. "Y-y-yes. It's y-y-you a-actually." He said.
And it was a great answer after all.
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So? How it is? Great ya? Nah ? Nevermind~ I'll make it more great and you'll love it (Or maybe not.)
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RomanceWell, let me introduce my self, My name is Mierah. Feey are my bestfriend and Beey are my cousin, both are my classmate. This story is telling you all my problems in the school. the problem was, as he entered the class, my heart felt fuxking beep.