You asked me to hold your hand. So I did. Your hand was soft and warm. It was comfortable. I'm pretty sure that my hand fits perfectly in yours.
I was still confused about the going out thing. Why did you want to do this? Why me?
You must've noticed that I was confused. So just talked. You answered the question that lingered in my mind for so long.
"I did this because I wanted to get her back. I wanted to show her what she's missing. And why you? It's because you're a low class. Once she finds out that I'm dating a low class, she'll freak out and she'll come back to me."
A low class, huh? That's all I am for you?