Andres's pov
I can't help but think of vicky. Vicky,vicky,vicky I can't think of anything else.
The teacher calls on me and spit out "vicky". I blushed a little. The teacher says, "ok you and vicky will be working together". Fuck.
I have to work with my crush for a week.
What if she doesn't feel the same way. If I do something wrong I will never be able to look at the beautiful black short hair of hers that blows in the wind outside.
I nervously told her to meet up at my house at 4. I was so nervous. I couldn't make a fool of my self. So I watched videos on how to get girls.
But then I heard the doorbell ring.
