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                           *Hosuhs POV*

  I couldn't find my way through the crowded hallways. There were so many people, all I could see was their backs. I frantically tried to get around them, but it was tough, being the shortest one in high school. I felt myself get elbowed in the gut by somebody, knocking my flower crown to the floor. I winced, trying to find my prized possession. I looked around, and I see it on the ground, along with a pair of big black boots. I looked up and saw a very attractive punk named Stephen standing there, looking at my flower crown. "Looking for this?" He asked me, holding out my flower crown. "T-Thank you.." I say, smiling at him. He smirked at me, and walked past me. "Oi! Hosuh! Over here!" I hear a familiar voice call out to me. It was my best friend, Daniel. We had been friends since middle school. "Daniel oh my god where the heck have you been?!" I ask him. "Sorry heheh, I just got here." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. I roll my eyes and grin at him. "We need to get to class. See you later, Dan." I say softly. "Bye Hosuh!" Dan replies.

                            *Stephens POV*
  I walk into class late, as usual. I stare blankly at the class as I walk in, shuffling to my seat. "Mr. Ng, late again, what a surprise!" My teacher, Mrs. Riley, said sarcastically. "It's still Stephen, Mrs. Riley." I say harshly while rolling my eyes. She glared at me, but then continued with class. "U-Um.. Excuse me.?" I hear a tiny voice behind me. I turn around, and I see it was the cute pastel boy named Hosuh I saw in the hallway. He looked nervous. "Yeah?" I ask. "D-Do you know how to do this? I'm horrible at maths." He said. "Oh, yeah. It's easy when you get the hang of it." I say, smirking at the boy. He grinned at me, which made me smirk more. "Maybe we can meet up some time this week and I'll teach you how to do it." I say, and Hosuh raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Sounds good!" He says, ripping a tiny piece of paper off of his worksheet. He scrawled some numbers on it, and handed it to me. "This is my number. Text me." He explained. "Sure thing." I say, winking at him. He turned as red as a tomato and I chuckled.

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AH FINALLY A NEW STORY HEH

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