i walked into class on monday and i could already feel my cheeks turning red. in my head i pictured everyone looking at me like i was some kind of weirdo, but in reality, nobody actually took a second glance at me.
even though other people wouldn't think of me differently (because like they don't know what happened) there is still one person who will definitely see me differently.
and as i sat at my desk waiting for class to start, he walked in and sat in his usual seat behind me.
at first i was hesitant on even breathing (cause like i'm an overdramatic bitch) but once i noticed that he didn't really seem weirded out i figured i should maybe talk to him.
"hey tae, i'm really sorry about what happened the other night..." i started once i turned around and faced him.
"it's fine. really. i actually thought that we could maybe hang out this weekend." he responded, with a shy smile on his face.
now it's not like i can't be alone with him, even though i probably can't. i just don't know why he is acting like it never happened.
"yeah, that sounds nice actually." i replied with an equally shy smile.
"alright i'll text you later." he said.
before i can even nod, the bell rang and the teacher entered the class...
this is gonna be a long ass ((RIDE)) week.
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