"Hey, what's the book we're using in Mr. Krue's class?" the boy with the most serious face wearing eyeglasses asked me.
"Uhm. Wait, let me check my notes." Where's that tiny little thing? Wait, why can't I remember the title of the book? I think the author is Skinny? Haha. I think it is! Oh I found my notes.
"Ahem"
"Oh sorry, here it is" He took my notes and wow, he also took pictures of it. Is that necessary?
"Can I ask for you number also?" He said like it's normal to give your number to anyone. He's not the type to flirt, maybe he just want someone to contact and ask for help. Do I have that helping attitude?
"Uhm. Give me your phone." He gave me his phone and I saved my number putting my complete name. I called my phone using his to be sure. Ha!
"Thank you." He said while walking in the opposite direction. Well, he's weird. He don't even asked for my name.
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EXPECTATIONS
Teen FictionFor those heartbroken, this is for you. For those people who was left behind by their loveones with no explainations. For those who felt betrayal. For those who's in the verge of giving up. For those who was friendzoned. Neglected. Ignored. For thos...
