I looked at the teacher.
She wasn't joking.
(Teacher): He's my favourite student.
(Him): Of course I am. I'd like to help this girl out.
(Teacher): You see, Olivia?
He looked at me.
(Him): It'd me my pleasure.
(Me): I changed my mind.
(Him): You don't need my help?
He came inside the class and he didn't stop looking me in the eyes.
(Me): I don't think you can help me.
(Him): bet?
(Teacher): Alright kids. Olivia, doesn't matter. I need to go to the principal's office for a second. Stay here okay? I won't be late.
Damn it no no no don't leave me.
Teacher left and I was alone with that boy.
(Him): Soooo... Where's the problem Olivia?
He smiled on me again.
(Me): No offense but I wanna discuss this with my teacher.
(Him): Why not me?
He smirked.
(Me): Alright stop playing.
He stopped smiling.
(Him): I'm not playing with you.
Awkward.
(Me): Whatever.
(Him): You didn't ask what my name is. Don't you wanna know?
(Me): Why would I?
(Him): Don't know.
He came three steps closer. I went one step back.
(Him): So?
(Me): So what?
School bell rang and students came inside the class.
THANK GOD.
I went as far as possible away from him.
Then he disappeared.
It was the last time I saw him.
Lesson started and I was only physically there. My mind was thinking about him.
Oh come on. He's a senior.
He doesn't give a damn about me.
He's just playing with me.
I knew he was playing. But for a moment I believed in things way too crazy. I believed in him. I still do.
