Math class. The class you could never focus in. The class where you sat next to the one and only Corbyn Besson.
It never bothered you until you developed a crush on him. Actually, at first you didn't even notice him. Now you notice every little detail about him. The way he plays with the ends of his hair when the teacher takes a break and he was already done with the notes. The way he caught you staring and would look back at you, smile, and then look away. Staring. That's what you were doing now.
As a teacher talked about some formula you couldn't care less about, you were staring at Corbyn. He looked over at you, smiled, and then looked away. Just like he always did. You looked away too, embarrassed that he, once again, caught you staring at him. But you look over at him to see that he's jotting something down on a blank piece of paper. He rips the paper out and folds it before sliding it to you.
You cautiously unfold it and read his messy handwriting that you came to love.
Like the view?
You grab your pencil and write back.
Would I be judged if I said yes?
You fold the paper up and slide it to him. He opens it, and scribbles something again. Actually, the whole class was just the two of you passing notes.
Actually. I find it kinda cute.
Really?
This is gonna sound sudden...
Should I be scared?
I don't know.
Alright. Great reassurance.
I'm just gonna go for it.
Gopher it bro.
Would you like to go to In-N-Out with me after school today?
My friend, I would like to let you know that this female would love to go to In-N-Out with you after school.
Well, my dear friend, this male is glad that he wasn't shut down. I'll meet you at your locker?
Sounds good, I'll see you after school.
Ok :)
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Little cute one. Do you want a Part 2?
