We were in the bus that was bringing us to the park where we were gonna have P. E.
The popular crowd was sitting in the back of the bus and was making a lot of noises.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" they were all yelling.
"What's going on?" I asked the guy who was sitting next to me.
"I think they want Oliver and Tiffany to kiss."
My heart dropped.
"I'm Max, by the way, he continued."
"I'm Rose," I said, still shocked.
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."
"You know, Oliver is a jerk. All he cares about is boobs. It's really disgusting and inappropriate."
He kept going on and on about the reasons why Oliver is a jerk. All I did was smile and nod. The worst thing is, all those things were true!
"Oooooooooooo!!!" went the popular crowd at the back of the bus.
"They probably just kissed," said Max, not really giving a damn.
Well, I can tell you, I did give a damn.
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The jock and the nerd. Or not
RomanceShe was a nerd, he was a jock. Typical beginning, unusual end.
