I walked into the psychology class with my head towards the ground, like normal. I sat in my normal seat in the far right hand corner, like normal. I silently waited for class to begin, like normal. My whole routine, like normal. That's just how the life of Dean Whidbey worked. Everything was the same. No one disturbed me, and I liked that. There was only one thing that disrupted my day. Every single day, there was Psychology. Mrs. Jensen always threw something new at us. And today she walked into the room wearing pink everything. I wouldn't be surprised if her undergarments were pink. She always was a bit extravagant.
"Class, hi. Hello. Hola. Bonjour. Today I have a surprise for you," she said in her usual singsong voice.
"If it's a wardrobe change, that is an amazing surprise!" yelled class idiot Forest Billows. There's one in every school, and I hated them. Ignoring the comment, Mrs. Jensen continued.
"What comes to your mind when I say love?" Hands shot up everywhere. Then, Forest's loud voice silenced the room.
"WILD. SEX." The class was so silent, it was deafening. It was interrupted by Mrs. Jensen's hands clapping together.
"Well, clearly your relationships are based on the opposite of love. Any other answers?" No one had their hand up now. "Dean? How about you?"
"Well, I guess, I think love is, uh maybe-"
"Dweeby Dean has an idea of what love is? I doubt it. No one could love someone that small," Forest said with a smirk. My face had to be as red as a cardinal's feathers. Forest never picked on me.
"Forest. Please. Go. To. The. Office. Right. Now," Mrs. Jensen seethed through a forced smile.
"No problem-o, Pinkalicious."
"Dean, please continue?" It was more of a question than a command. I still answered.
"Love is... A feeling. A feeling that you get when you feel something for someone. And you feel that something so strong, you would die for your love. I think love is a feeling that excites you in a way that you've never felt before." I looked around and saw all the girls looking at me. I hadn't said anything poetic, but I guess females got all gushy on the subject of love. Not that I talk to girls on a daily basis.
"That was great Dean. It will perfectly transition us into our new project. We are going to run a test. On love. There was this man named Arthur Aron. He created a list of 36 questions that he thought could make anyone fall in love. After you answer the questions, you have to look into each other's eyes for four minutes. Simple? That's what we are testing." She held up a clipboard. "Here are your partners. Randomly assigned." She said the last part with the slightest inflection that only the observant kids picked up. She placed the clipboard on the board. Everyone rushed up
