Jamal wasn't watching the course. He wasn't even there, in fact. He was too busy searching for a way to annoy you that he left to the music room. And guess what, the teacher didn't even notice Jamal was gone, and you didn't either. Of course not, you didn't care. A smirk playing on his lips, the boy brought two cymbals, sat behind you-his usual place- and slammed them together, right into your ear, bothering everyone else. You turned around and he was acting all innocent, tilting his head to the side. Come on, you know it's not my type to do this...Jamal smirked, holding the cymbals provocatively
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