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You: Yukiya Crush: Miro
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New school quarter so new sitting arrangement I guess.
Every time the quarter change, we get some new sitting arrangements. I hate it cause I love my current seat. Im sitting with a girl instead of a boy, I enjoy it more cause sitting with a boy is kind of uncomfortable for me.
"I don't want to change seats, eugh!" I complain to Mayumi, my seatmate.
"Same! I love sitting with you! I don't want to sit with a boy." She also complain.
"I just hope I won't be sitting with some attention seaker boys.." I smirk. We both hate the attention seaker boys. We always backstab some of our classmates that's why I enjoy sitting with her.
"Same! Oh my god! I'll miss this talks!"
When we got to our class we sat down to our seat.
"Is everyone already here?" Our teacher asked. The whole class answered yes.
She told us to stand up on front of the classroom. She started placing some of our classmates on some new seats. Mayumi is already sitting in front. She's sitting with Kenshin, her crush! She's lucky!
Our teacher finally place me to a seat. I was on second row of the class. I'm just wishing my seatmate won't be annoying.
"Miro... you'll be sitting beside... Yukiya." She said. No!
What! That must be a joke right!
"Any problems Yukiya?" Our teacher asked me.
"Did I said it out loud?" I asked.
"Yes, so is there a problem?"
"Nothing miss!" I smiled at her.
Miro sat down beside me. I hate this! Miro is not one of the attention seaker boys but I just hate him cause he won't stop talking!
Our teacher finally finished placing us to our new seats. I hate my seatmate and the boys behind me. Yori and Akiro. They're one of the attention seaker boys.
"I hate my new seatmate." I whispered.
"It's not that I like sitting with you." Miro also whispered.
"You talking back at me?" I asked him.
"If you hate me then say it on my face."
"I don't like talking to a jerk like you."
"Bitchy."
"Jerk."
We hate sitting together. We always argue. Every time something bad happens to him, he'll accuse me! I hate him MY GOD!
