While the teacher was writing up the homework assignments, I glanced at your seat. I placed my foot on the leg of your chair next to mine, slowly scooting you towards the window. A smile played on my lips as I watched you scoot your seat back. Your eyes were upon the whiteboard, he frowned. “Oh come on! Nothing? You can’t be seriously into this mind-numbing class!” His voice was low, nearly a whisper as he drew a hand through his hair, crossing his arms.
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