Alexander sat beside Venus during their last class together; mathematics. He didn't sit there intentionally, though he doesn't regret it. He would occasionally look to his right side, trying to get a peak into her eyes, but Venus wouldn't look his way. He knew she could see him, he knew she was ignoring him. He tapped his pen, in hopes it would annoy Venus. He came up with this bright idea by older experiences with other girls telling him to stop tapping his pens. He really believed Venus would tell him to stop, but she didn't really care.
All what was running through her pretty little head was, 10 more minutes.
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the art of love
Short Storya short-story of a love and a connection that could not be broken.
