My first math class of the year, great.
I sat in the same seat as last year, 3rd row, second to last desk on the second to last column.
"Hi again," He waved as he stuffed his D.E.A.R. books and two notebooks into his seat sack. " Hey do you have a pencil I can borrow?"
I hesitated, what would you do in
"Ah... Hello?"
"Yeah, um, here."
"Thanks." He said and put it in the swirl of one of his notebook, "I gotta ask, why are y-" Ugh, Mr. Sayer, why now?!
After about twenty minutes of class, the [adorable] stranger tapped my shoulder, and handed me a note. It read:
Why so quiet?
I wrote back:
I'm not sure, just my thing ;)
I'm known as 'that girl'
Cool, 'that girl'. have you notice
mr.whateva keeps crossing his leg XD
I looked to him and smiled... I could gets used to this.
He sent me one last note,
I hope you know
your gorgeous
"RING!"
YOU ARE READING
It's Kinda Complicated.
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