That awkward moment. A

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10 : 00 AM, I'm here in school, walking trough the corridors, with my best buddies. They're talking with eachother, as usual.

Nothing happens so far. They're still talking. I'm still here, listening O's rambles, B's taunts, and AB's argues. I'm happy.

Wait, I squint both of my eyes for better sights. Just over one meter, thirty centimeters, and ten milimeters away from here, I just see my hot teacher. What should I do . . . Oh, God, Oh, fuck. . . Act normal, be normal.

*jump for about two meters*
*do twelve backflips*
*more jumping*
*dab a hundred times*
*backflip again*
*fall down*

"A, what the fuck?"

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