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"What's got you so hyper right now?" asked Roger. "I don't think I've ever seen you this excited before. You're almost like- dancing in place."
"Nothing really, I'm just in a good mood today." I lied. It was because of a text that I got from this guy I'd been talking to for a little while.
"That's a fib. There's a goofy smile on your face and I know you're difficult to please, so tell me." he said, as he began to open my locker for me.
"Fine, if you must know- it's because of a text from that British guy." I responded, rolling my eyes at him.
"Now you really have to tell me, so get on with it." he says as he leans on the locker next to mine.
"So.. he texted this morning and he was all like, 'Good morning gorgeous' and was being really-- like, cute and stuff." I muttered with a ridiculously awkward laugh.
"That's it? ...You're telling me that you're happy because he texted you good morning and sent you a couple of dick pics?" he asked as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Wow, you must really like him, huh?"
My cheeks suddenly began to tingle and I tried to cover my face, but unfortunately I wasn't quick enough. He started to laugh when he noticed that I was blushing.
"What!? He's never sent me anything like that, and we're just friends. I swear." I protested.
"Lies. You like that boy don't you, Cleo." he giggled.
"No. I don't, now shut up." I said smacking his arm.
"She likes who?" I heard from behind me. I turned around to see none other than Francis, the other little shit I've been friends with since the sixth grade.
"Nobody. Well except ya'll... Nevermind, I think I hate you all, actually." I said quickly.
"You better not like anyone else but me." Francis said while he put his arm around my shoulder.
"Francis, she's in love w--"
I covered Roger's mouth with my hand before he could say anything else.
I don't think I'm in love or anything. I just find him really attractive.
"She's in love with who?" he asked.
Roger then grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his mouth with little to no trouble.
"That new British exchange student." Roger said, wiping his face with his shirt and squinting at me.
"Oh my god!! What?!" Francis practically screeched. "Wait, how did you pull him?
"I hate you." I said as I crossed my arms.
"You'll get over it." Roger responded.
I scoffed and grabbed my binder out of my bag, put it back in my locker, and walked to my first period with Francis.
"You two would be cute together." Francis blurted out. "But you and I could beat that."
"Stop it." I said as my cheeks turned red.
"Stop what?" he asked.
"Implying that we would ever date." I responded, gently pushing him away from me.
"You and I would be so adorable together, though. Just imagine the public displays of my affection." he said excitedly.
"Are you trying to convince me to go on a date with you?" I asked. "Because if you are, it's definitely not working."
