The bell rings, interrupting both of us.
Thank god.
But it's not over.
"Meet me," she whispers, lips hovering over my ear.
"By the garden outside the math wing.
I want to talk to you."
Then she pulls away and smiles.
"See ya" she calls out walking away.
"But we have history together next,"
I call after her, my voice fading.
Talk about a dramatic exit.
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Her
RomanceI love history even more today. Group projects were announced. I typically hate them, although I never do most of the work. I do what I need to do, nothing more nothing less. Today, I was paired with her. Her and one other girl, who's out sick. ...
