You sit down on the ottoman in your room. Thinking about the next day. It was not anything special. Well, maybe for others. Today is the day you see your crush once again. You comb and style your hair before smiling at the sight of how you look. You feel this look will impress them. You do a 360° Infront of your body length mirror and head out the door. It is a bit frisky out, but the thought of your love warms you. You arrive to your school and go to your locker. You put on chapstick smoothly, then grab your books as fast as possible. You rush to homeroom. You have no idea what time it is so you panicked anyways. You were 39 minutes early. Letting out a sigh of relief, you slam your messy books on your desk and take a seat. You turn to talk to a friend. You try to strike up a conversation, but you can't take your mind off of second period. The class in which you sit next to your beloved. Your friend laughs at the sight of you blushing and jokingly slaps you. You give them a dirty, but playful look. As you look down at the exam you see the lines blurring. It seems you can't concentrate on anything but them. You sigh and squint in order to read your work. By then, it is time for second period and you can hardly breath. You grab your books once again and run along to class #4529. The class of love- and science. You sit and wait for them to arrive. They come in and you start to turn red. Though this thought is disrupted by them yelling at you. You tear up though you don't know why they were yelling. You think that maybe you shouldn't cry but are unsure if you want to talk back. What do you decide too do?
