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Pre Calculus is awkward now. It used to be my favourite class because of you, now I dread it. Also because of you.

You sit there beside me with your t-shirt and skinny pants. Your hair coiffed, you lips well-kissed. Kissed by her.

They used to be that way because of me.

My hair is loose and extremely curly. You used to tug on the curls, softly and affectionately, to get my attention.

Now you're sitting with your textbook open and your phone on the desk. She keeps texting you, or at least I think it's her.

I look up at you, and you down at me. Your eyes are bottomless and dark, I could get lost in them. You raise your eyebrows questioningly, and I lick my lips.

Then look away, down at my book.

"I'd like you to start your term projects..." The teacher drones. Projects in math class are ridiculous, especially because you're my partner.

Though I know she'll throw a fit, so that will be fun.