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JJ is adorable (unedited cause I'm a lazy potato)

"Hey." Jack says to me.

"Stop while you're ahead." I tell him rather rudely.

"Johnson! Gilnsky! Be quiet and pay attention!" The teacher demanded.

Jack gave me a weird look before paying attention to the teacher's lecture.

I feel bad about brushing him off like I am, but it's the only way to protect him.

I don't need him to be brought down with me.

"Now people, pull out a sheet of paper and get started." I hear the teacher said.

I internally freaked out because I wasn't paying attention and didn't know what we were doing.

I guess Jack saw me freak out cause he leaned in my direction.

"Hey smarty pants. We're writing a practice sonnet." He instructs.

I blush a little and pull a pen and paper out.

"Thank you." I whispered to him.

He just gave me his award winning smile and got back to his work.

A sonnet isn't really that hard. I've read a couple in my free time.

A sonnet is basically a poem, but it's set up weirdly.

It goes like

A
B
A
B
C
D
C
D
E
F
E
F
G
G

Which means that every other line must rhyme. Well at least the last words of it.

I get started and before I knew it, I was finished.

I don't really know what I write, I just let the pen go free and see what my brain shits out.

I read over it and honestly it's kind of deep. Almost depressing. All my papers are depressing because honestly that's all I could really do.

I don't really know why it's always depressing, I don't consider myself depressed. I'm just on the quiet side.

"Jack! Come read your paper."

"Uh.........which one sir?" Jack asks.

"Oh. That's right, we have two Jacks in here. Johnson. Please come up." The teacher said like this was a game show.

I felt my body stiff up. I'm no good in front of people.

I slowly get out of my seat and kinda shuffled to the front.

"You could be slow all you want Johnson, we have 20 minutes left in class." The teacher chuckles

Crap! Why do we have so much time?

I stand at the podium the teacher has and place my paper down.

I stare up and see all eyes on me, everybody has a dead face on but one person.

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