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Thank god that lesson is over,
I'm sooo looking forward to the rest of the day in this lame class.

Everyone's making their way to the door.

'Hollie, could I speak to you for a moment, please.'

I'm literally half way out the door.
So I swing around and walk towards his desk.

'Yep?' I ask sarcastically.

'This isn't you.'
'Who is it then?' I laugh.
'You're different today.'
'Well maybe it's just because today you're being a total jerk.'
'I'm sorry, I don't mean to be.'
'Right.'

He leans in and whispers:
'Will you text me tonight?'

I stand up straight and fold my arms.

'Why? So you can be a jerk over message too?'

He rolls his eyes.
'Fine. Don't.'

'I won't.'

I smirk and grab a piece of paper from his desk
along with a pen.

'But, if you want to text me then feel free.'

I pass him the paper with my number on it.
I begin to walk out the door but he grabs me and pulls me close.

I'm nervous, really nervous lmao

'Thank you for the number..'
He winks and I walk away.

I have nobody that I know so I don't have a clue what I'm going to do at breaks.

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