"Who do you think is gonna become class president?" asked Tiffany.
We were waiting outside a classroom, discussing class president elections.
"I think Mia will win," I said.
"Nah, Raphy is the best, she will definitely win," Oliver disagreed.
"OMG! Yes! Raphy will totally win," screeched Tiffany.
OMG! Tiffany, stop flirting! I thought.
I really wanted to say it out loud, but I didn't. After all, I was also attempting to flirt. ATTEMPTING. Because it really didn't work.
Oliver and Tiffany started talking about how amazing Raphy was.
I couldn't help feeling jealous. No matter how much of a jerk Oliver was to me, I couldn't help being jealous when he was talking to other girls. Especially Tiffany.
Well, at least Mia won the elections.
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The jock and the nerd. Or not
RomanceShe was a nerd, he was a jock. Typical beginning, unusual end.
