little miss popular

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i'm really telling you, my teacher hardcore ships this boy and me.

not only did she sit us next to each other, but always puts us in the same groups for activities.

the first time, we were working in a group with two "popular people" and we're describing pictures

and he looks at it for 3 seconds and says that it looks like

"a melancholy resting site for the poverished"

the people that we're working with just look at him like he bust into fucking latin or something

and i just kinda looked up at him and nodded, because that's exactly what it was

and i can't help but slightly smile at the other two's dropped jaws

and he looks at the other two and realizes that i understood perfectly but they have no idea what he just said

and i start to suppress a laugh

but he doesn't suppress his

and his face is so red because he can't breathe with laughter

and when he's done he just stops and stares at me with a big smile on his face

and it's only when i start to blush that i realize that i once again feel nervous and feel something in my stomach: butterflies, and there's

a lot