An hour ago, you saw her sitting alone on the bleachers, she looker pretty down which was unusual for her. You walk over and chat, making her smile and giggle some. An hour flies by and- ‘Hey, You’re pretty witty, you know that? I wouldn’t mind playing some volleyball with you, like, one on one, after class.’ She smirks, you know you’ve never played volleyball… but you feel inclined to accept.
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