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"Jesus, I'm so glad the year is almost over. I can't stand y'all...." Our teacher, Mrs. Bricks said as she turned on her mini fan, that's sitting on her desk.
"The feeling is definitely mutual, Mrs. Bricks. We can't stand you either!" A student responded, causing the rest of us to chuckle.
"It's always the one's failing who have the loudest mouths." She responded before taking a sip out of her cup.
After the laughter died down, I looked to my left and noticed Swait drawing something in his notebook.
I took this time to admire him and think about what him and I could be, if I would just stop messing around with other people and try to get serious with him.
"Chris!" Mrs. Bricks said, breaking my trance from Swait. I immediately noticed most of the class looking at me.
"Yes?" I responded
"Did you hear me?"
I almost lied and said yeah but I decided to keep it real and tell the truth. "No, I didn't hear you... What did you say?"
"I asked if Swait had something on his face. You were staring at him for quite sometime...." She said, kind of embarrassing me as some of the class giggled.
I glanced over at Swait and we held eye contact for a split second until he broke it by putting away his notebook.
After awhile, the bell rang meaning class is finally over. After I gathered all of my belongings I made my way into the hallway and spotted Swait by his locker. I decided to make a move.
Swait POV
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I closed my locker and noticed Chris walking up to me. "Hey Swait, I just wanted to let you know that I wasn't staring at you in class. I don't want you thinking I'm weird or anything like that" he said with a nervous chuckle.
