"Numbers 2 and 16," Mrs. Jones calls out, holding a jar of ice pop sticks with numbers written on them in bold black sharpie. I think that pulling ice pop sticks is babyish. She could just assign partners just as fast and easily.
After a short hesitation, because a lot of the class hasn't memorized their numbers yet, two girls in my class (Mia and Brooke) raise their hands, and then squeal, because they are partners for the assignment. Then Mrs. Jones sticks her hand back in the jar. She rummages around, and then selects two sticks.
"Numbers 4 and 7," She announces.
My heart stops. And then it beats faster and faster and faster as I raise my hand and see Noah begin to raise his hand too.
I pretend to roll my eyes and be annoyed, but on the inside, I am exploding. My face gets hot and then I smile and my heart is taking over so I bend down slightly, pretending to look for something in my desk.
While I'm burrowed in my desk, I hear a voice shout: "No I'm 7! Not you,"
I pop up and look around. The speaker is John Maxum. My heart drops into my stomach.
No. Not John!
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John is the worst person on the earth. He always calls out, pushes people around, is SUPER annoying, picks his nose, messes around, and never does his work!
To make it even worse-
HE LIKES ME.
I try make it very clear to John that I am not interested, but he just doesn't quit. Whichever poor girl or even boy gets assigned to him, most of them just leave right away to go to the bathroom and stay there almost the entire time that they are supposed to be with him. Everyone hates John. And he knows it! I think that he does his best to annoy everyone on purpose just for fun.
After that comment, I just want to go home and never come back. The worst part is that he wasn't even wrong, because he was 7! He turns to me, smiles, and winks.
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Fiksi UmumZoey Larson has a crush. A MAJOR crush. Noah Simmons is the cutest, smartest funniest boy in her class, and she can't help but like him. No one knows that she likes Noah, not even her closest friends.
