You know I have to be honest
It's like for the first time in my life,
My pride is not a problem
I'm not afraid.
I'm not afraid to tell you girl,
That I love you
Believe that
And if I cant have you,
I don't know what ima do
I really think this is it...
Standing in front of the door waiting on Mr.Bronson had me irritated. I woke up early on this Saturday morning to talk to him about my pop quiz grade. Even though I guess on some of the questions, but I believe I should have gotten an A. Due to my outstanding 3 paragraphs on the back of the paper.
"Man go talk to her." I looked the other way seeing a group of boys encouraging this boy to talk to me. I acted like I didn't know what was going on looking at everything else except them. From the corner of my eye I seen him walking up to me.
"Hi I'm Mihkel." He approached me with a smile. He stood 6'2 light skin, with nice full lips.
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"I'm Aria" I said uninterested.
"Uhh I see you waiting for Mr.Bronson" he tried making conversation.
"Yuup." I said making sure I popped the P.
"Let me get straight to the point." He chuckled. "Would you like to get a cup of coffee with me later on?" He asked.
"No I'm sorry, I'm very busy today." I lied.
"Oh it's cool" he looked very disappointed. "It was nice meeting you Aria." He slightly smiled then walked away, I felt really bad lying to him, before he made it to far I called him back over where I was.
"Mihkel!" I yelled not to loud. He turned around and jogged towards me making his upper body flex.
"Yea?" He asked her with hopeful eyes.
"How about if I see you again you can take me out to dinner". I smiled.
"Sure that'll be nice" his eyes lit up making me giggle.
"See you around" I said walking away. I could tell he was staring at my backside so I sped it up a little bit.
Finally Mr. Bronson arrived. I knocked on the door and entered his class.
"Good Morning Ms.Welch how may I help you this morning."
"I'm good thank you,I'm just curious about my pop quiz grade." I told him placing my paper on his desk.
"What's wrong with it Ms. Welch?" he scanned through the paper.
"It's a B."
"And?" He questioned
"I clearly deserve an A." I pointed at the B.
"Sorry I already gave you your grade. I can't change it unless you want to take the whole thing over."
I held the paper in my hand debating if I should retake it. Knowing I need this class to graduate and it's my only class of the year i decided to retake it. So I threw my old one away and grabbed the new one and made my way to my seat.
