Michael walks over and sits in the desk behind me. I lay my head down on my desk, wishing that this class would hurry up and end. Michael leans forward and taps me on the shoulder

"Hey there cutie, why so down." He says with a smirk. I turn my head to look back at him. "Piss off Michael, i don't wanna deal with your today." He puts his hands up, pretending to be offended, and sits back down

For the rest of the class i try my best to ignore him, but for some reason every time i hear his voice from behind me, i can't help but think about yesterday in art class. His hands holding onto the back of my chair, while he stares down at me with i mischievous grin on his stupid, kinda pretty, face and his dumb accent.

"Ahhh no don't think like that! He's just an asshole who likes to mess with people." I feel a soft dust of pink on my face as i attempt to distract myself by focusing on my homework.

Suddenly the bell rings and everyone gets up to head to the next class, or more likely go smoke somewhere behind the school. As i'm rushing to gather my things and leave the room, Michael bumps into me, and something falls out of his back pocket onto the floor next to me.

I pick it up, looking around for Michael to give it back (What? I'm not a dick like he is, what if it's important?) but he's already gone. i decide to just put the folded up piece of paper into my pocket and head to my next class.

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