Yeeahh

Jul 08, 2004 13:23

ok im in school, i actually understand mathematics, problem is i sit next to this boy with falming red hair and a big scary trench coat. HE IS SO FUCKING SCARY these are a few of the things that i get from him:

-I like your sandals. (uh plain black reefs)
- i like your gold earings, theyre tiny, they look nice with that black top.
"Thanks"
-So can i call you and help you with homework?
"no, how about you just give me your number and ill call you if i need help"
-Cool so what time do you think you'll be calling?
"i dont know i might be busy"
(The next day)
-So were you busy yesterday?
"Yeah, my friend Jessi got a doggie so we had to go pick it up"
-Oh i forgot jessi lazar, yeah i saw pictures of you on her folder
"Oh cooL."
(every 2 minutes)
-Do you get it?
"yeah"
-Okay ask me if you need help
"okay"
-Are you doing okay?
"yes"
-How do you think you did on the test?
"oh i think i did good"
-Do you always doodle?
"Kinda"
-Can i look at your notes?
"we just took notes"
-Yeah but i need to see them for a second
"okay"
(he goes straight to notes and pictures)
-Nice sandals are they new?
"Nah, ive had them"
-Ohhh how many pairs do you have?
"well i cant really tell ya off the top of my head"
-What are you doing this weekend?
"Im going out of town"
-Its gunna suck when we have our seats moved away from eachother
(he never ended up switching seats, dammit)
-Do you think you'll call me today?
"Hmm probably not i have to work"

All of this, and more as he blushes and turns bright red, wich makes me really nervous, and i cant take it. Apperently last year, jessi was at the front of the room and whispered to herself "God, i really wanna spit out my gum" He heard it from the other side of the class and brought her a trashcan...
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