What did I do?
The sudden moment of mathematical obsession that burst out from us just unlocked the chain that was restraining my feelings for Apple. I do like her. She's nice, and fine. But she's too tall and too smart. She feigns superiority and is a feminist. I feel stupid and I don't deserve her.
"Well. I do like you too." Apple said. I took my second glance at her.
"I can't believe it." He said.
"You like maths. The principles which I live by." Apple said.
"Maths is my life." I said.
"So do mine." Apple said. I looked at my watch, in which the hour hand was approaching evening.
"You have extra classes today?" I said.
"No." Apple said.
"I would love if we can skip pre-calc. I mastered the foundations when I was in 9th grade." I said. Apple adjusted her yellow shirt a bit and picked up her books.
"I did it when I was in 8th grade, I win." Apple said with grin and ran away.
"Hey!" I said and chased her down the halls that connected west and left wings.
"You know what, Apple. This is not reality." I said as I saw her ran away into the library.
