InkDreamWeaver
Jasmine didn't like the look of the new transfer student sitting two rows over.
The first glance-
She scowled. Great, another punk trying to act tough.
The second glance-
What, does he think I'm scared of him?
The third glance-
The guy, with that same cold, stoic face, walked up to her desk and placed a folded piece of paper in front of her.
Jasmine pushed back her chair, already bracing for a fight.
"Please accept my love letter," he said without blinking.
Jasmine froze.
Slowly sat back down.
And tried very hard not to blush.
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