We were in art class, and Oliver was staring at me. He was staring really hard. And I wasn't the only one who was noticing it. Nick, one of our immature classmates was whistling and making hearts with his hands.
I ignored him. For once, I didn't really care what happened with Oliver and I. I was to busy wondering if Leo would be at practice.
Soon, it was orchestra practice. I bumped into Leo.
Yes!
After an hour, we had a little break. I took out a cereal bar. Before I could eat it though, it fell on the floor.
"Oh no!"
I started fake crying.
"Come here!" exclaimed Leo, offering me a hug.
We hugged, and this girl Orelia tried to join in.
"Don't touch me Orelia!" he shouted.
I know it was mean, but I couldn't help noticing that he hugged me, but didn't even let her touch him.
After practice, Leo and I talked for a while.
"So, where do you live," I asked him.
"Near the Mc Donalds."
"That's on my way, can I walk you home?" I asked him.
"Sure."So I walked him home. We talked, we laughed...
"So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow..." I said.
"Yeah... See ya!"He started walking away.
"Wait!" I yelled.
"What?"
"Hug?"
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The jock and the nerd. Or not
RomansaShe was a nerd, he was a jock. Typical beginning, unusual end.