When the teacher announced our marks for an impromptu test in which both him and I scored a 4/10 and our friends kept teasing us for having the same score, naming us MR and MRs 4.
I pretended to hate it but deep down, it would be an understatement to say that I was just happy. I had a thought if that was a sign that we were meant to be.
"Mrs 4..." he called out, facing me from the front seat adjacent to mine. "Yes, Mr 4?" I answered looking up from my desk to catch him staring at me with a smile which I mirrored.
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Our moments
RomanceAdorable moments from a thirteen year old girl's crush on her fourteen year old classmate who happens to be her best friend. Shortly captured from the girl's pov ~by saudert01
