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⠀⠀⠀He was my classmate since seventh grade, the first year that his family - and him - transferred in town.
⠀⠀⠀I remembered his skinny and lanky body, brown hair, and the prettiest eyes ever. He smiled at me on the first day that they moved here, and I couldn't help but smile back.
⠀⠀⠀That, I think, was the beginning of my developing crush on him. But we never got to talk - maybe because there aren't chances to.
⠀⠀⠀When we became seniors, he's already on top of the food chain, also known as high school, and I'm stuck in the middle, being labeled as one of the art freaks.
⠀⠀⠀He dated so many girls before and I stood by his shadows, wanting to be his friend but I was a chicken to even make the first move.
⠀⠀⠀After all his failed relationships, I peeked on my bedroom window to find him frustrated and sometimes worn out. I wanted to knock on his door and make that frown go away, but I couldn't.
⠀⠀⠀Now it's summer and they're moving. I never even got the chance to say a simple 'hello' to him, or even shake his hand. All I wanted was to be-friend that boy.
⠀⠀⠀That boy who is Jacob Fray.
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Old Mixtapes
Teen FictionIn which a girl has a thing for old records so she buys a box of old mixtapes, which was accidentally put on their neighbor's garage sale, to find out that the boy who's making the tapes wants them back.
