Silence. The clock ticking was the only heard sound throughout the entire classroom. I had just saw the most jerkified creature ever. His name was Daniel Wattson. No one else knew him, only I did. When Danny walked in, all of the girls started to talk about him. Yes, he is considered "hot", but not to me. The moment I think I have escaped his grasp, he appears in a dark grey v-neck and black Converse. It happened to be 1 year, only one, after I met, and instantly hated, Daniel Andrew Wattson.
But not really.
See, I always liked Danny, for his charm, his wit, and his love of music, but I was too scared to tell him. The reason I ended up apparently hating him was another story.
Our eyes met, in one instant, he sat down, right next to me, where the only empty seat was.
"Hi, Cassanova."
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Teen Fiction"Silence. The clock ticking was the only heard sound throughout the entire classroom. I had just saw the most jerkified creature ever. His name was Daniel Wattson. No one else knew him, only I did. When Danny walked in, all of the girls started to t...
