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* f l a s h b a c k *

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* f l a s h b a c k *

Two years ago. Grade 10.

"You piece of shit, Jordan."

"Did you hear Madison got braces? She looks ugly."

"Does anyone have food?!?!"

"Nice one, bro. Now you just gotta catch the girl instead of paper balls."

The smug smile was wiped off of Jayden's face. He glared at Greg, who simply shrugged. We were in Math class and Mr. Brownson, as usual, was 'fashionably late'. He always dressed weirdly, so people thought he was gay. I didn't want to assume anything just because of his clothing sense.

"Caaaaamiiiiiii."

"What do you want, Jay?" I shot him an unimpressed look, warning of an amused smile.

"Why do you always think I want something?"

"Because you always drag my name out when you want something." I deadpanned.

"Oh come, I'm your best friend, aren't I? I'll do anything for you and I know you'll do the same."

He shifted in his desk chair next to me and before I could scoot away, his hands found my waist and he started tickling me. It was my biggest weakness and he knew it.

Asshole.

Someone walked through the classroom door and I turned to look on reflex. The weird thing is, I don't turn back to Jayden. I stare at the newcomer and Mr. Brownson finally enters. He introduces the new guy as Dylan Moore, who looked around at everyone and then smiled for less than a second before he was back to a neutral expression.

He was undeniably handsome. He had black hair which stood up a centimetre and a sharp jawline. I was quite sure he was one of those people who were secretly smart.

He was my first and only crush.

He was my first and only crush

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*p r e s e n t  d a y*

Tuesday.

"Hey."

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