KittyHazelnut is Weird

A flower for the lady

I haven't checked my notifications in a week so I'm probably never going to check them all but I'll try to look at some of them soon

Anyway

My fourth and final block class is a SciFi and Fantasy class. It's considered an English class, so a lot of seniors take it because they can use it as a substitute for English 4.

It's a very interesting class. There's this one kid that's always saying weird things, like "Anxiety has its hand up my butt like I'm a puppet," "fuck me in the ass and call me Shirley Temple, I am not ready for this test," and "Oh, so Bernard (from our book) is like an autistic kid. Really ugly but super smart, like me!" (He's very openly autistic so he gets a free pass with the autistic jokes).

So yeah, needless to say, it's a very interesting class.

But, plot twist, he's not the one this is about.

So I walked into class, and basically no one was there, so I pulled out my phone to write. Flash forward five minutes, I look up and one senior is inhaling his helium birthday balloon and squeaking, and another senior is wearing his glasses upside down with a pink oragami flower on the side of them

Can you guess who I'm talking about today

Really, guess

I bet you can

The title totally give it away

So, I know absolutely no one's name in this class, so I'm going to call him flower boy. Flower boy and I have never acknowledged each other's existence before. We sit on opposite sides of the room. He talks a lot during class, giving really in depth analyses of the books we read, so basically me talking about Supernatural.

We watched a movie today in class, so I basically ignored everyone and just watched the (very stupid) movie.

We stopped the movie a few minutes before class ended, and I put my chair up and then just kinda chilled by my desk until the bell rang.

Flower boy walked over and put the flower down on the desk next to mine. I just kinda looked at him like ??? And he's just like "A flower for the lady."

And that is the story of why I'm wearing an oragami flower from a stranger in my hair

(Sidenote: I sincerely hope he wasn't trying to flirt with me, because god knows that won't end well. I'm too awkward and aromantic for this)

Idk I just thought that was funny and a potentially good prompt for a romance book lol