Soon everyone had questioned the crap out of us and knew as much as they could know.
One week we were coding and Michael just so happened to finish first and I swear to you every girl in that room asked for his help.
Another week we were taking photos, I had to threaten Michael into actually doing the work.
Sooner or later for some reason The Journalism teacher moved Michael to this empty desk on the other side of the classroom without saying nothing. I dont really know why but I didnt like it.
YOU ARE READING
A story of Me, my best friend and....him
Short StoryThis is a true story. A hard time I had to go through and still am. So I hope u enjoy the short story.
