that boy; short story

can i?

juggling school work and thinking about someone at the same time is hard.

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I walked into class, my eyes darting to my friend.

"I saw a cute boy and his classroom is close."

her eyes looking at me widely, mouth wide open ready to say something.

"how does he look like?"

I furrowed my brows.

how could I possibly describe him?

"nice hair. and he's tall."

she smiled.

"hope I get to see him when we go to our next period."

our conversation faltered, as I had been too distracted. thinking about him.

can I ever talk to him?