As a senior in High School, your main concern is graduation. Everything else was... unimportant until your teacher gave you reason to believe otherwise.
The next day I walked into class, I was pleasantly surprised. Sabrina's hair was different. Instead of the deep brown I had grown a custom to, it was a golden fire of Blonde.
I like your hair Ms.Carpenter. looks good on you, I grinned as I walked to my desk.
Thank you Ms.Y/l/n. I'm glad you like it, she smiles before quickly looking down at her desk, surely hiding the blush forming on her face.
Today Sabrina instructed the class to sketch something that meant something to us. Me being the romantic poet I am, I decided to draw a heart, with Sabrina's name on it.
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When Sabrina saw my 'masterpiece' she couldn't help but giggle.
I like this a lot. It speaks to me. So much passion, she smirks as she lets her hand brush against mine subtly.
The day following that one I brought my art teacher a shiny red apple and placed it on her desk with a smile.
She crossed her arms over her chest with a small smirk.
Ya know im allergic to apples right?
My eyes widen and I feel my cheeks flush.
Pfft, duh! Of course I knew that, I just wanted to show you how pretty this one is, I chuckle nervously.
