50 - Perfect

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Have you ever loved someone so much that you can't imagine a world without them even if they don't realize it? You would spend your days watching them from afar, imagining what it would be like to be the one to make them laugh and smile but you could only wish. But even if you can't be with them, you're contented with seeing them happy.

I shook my thoughts away, realizing I was just staring into a random spot at the hallway the entire time I was having my reverie. I pushed myself off the lockers and started to walk to my next class in room 142 which is Oral Communication. But as I walked past several students, I couldn't help but hear his melodic laugh. Oh how I could listen to it all day.

I looked a little to my left just to see him surrounded by his group of friends. They were all gathered around him as he told another story about how amazing his time was away from school. He's always away. He would come for a few days then disappear for another two or three before coming back. Can't blame him though. He's practically a celebrity nowadays.

He looked away from his friends before his chocolate brown eyes met mine. I held my breath as a small smile formed on his lips, making the corners of his eyes crinkle a little bit. I broke the eye contact and let my gaze fall onto the once light blue colored tiles and continued my way to the classroom.

I took a seat on one of the tables near the back. The few friends I was able to make during the first day of the school year were already sitting around it with only one chair vacant. Every time I think of Oral Communications, I remember the series 13 Reasons Why. It was practically the same except we didn't have the whole "compliment bags" thing. The layout of the classroom is similar, round tables, huge windows at the left, a whiteboard at the front of the class, and the "topic box" or whatever you call that thing that people rarely drop topics in except for the occasional trash. 

"Okay, class. Settle down." Our teacher, Ms. Sanchez said, walking into the room as his group rushed in and sat on their usual seats.

Jonny nudged me and turned his gaze towards Shawn, looking back at me with a knowing look. I rolled my eyes at him before nudging my elbow into his side. I looked in front of me and realized that he was only motioning to Shawn since he was looking over at us. I looked down onto the gray table, trying to hide the blush forming on my cheeks. He thankfully turned away soon after but not without catching the sly smirk that formed on his pink lips.

"So today we will be checking the box for the topic which we will try to discuss." The teacher said, sticking her hand into the wooden box. She pulled her hand out just to realize that she literally just took out a condom packet someone threw in there, causing everyone to burst into laughter. "Really? How many times have I told you that this is not a trash can nor a container for your needs when it comes to sexual interaction. You shouldn't even be doing it in school!"

I could see Shawn and his friends laughing and patting a cocky looking Nick on the back. I'm assuming  he did it. Typical. Their group may be nice when you talk to them individually but together they can be a bunch of idiots that cause mischief around school. I rolled my eyes before resting my head on my arms.

"Okay, here we go. What would be the best way to get someone you like's attention? Does anybody here want to answer that?"

Everyone glanced around the room, trying to look for the guilty face of the one who dropped the question but came out short. Knowing this class, they were just about to let this go but then the unexpected happened, the pale boy I've gone to love raised his hand.

"Ah! Mr. Mendes, can you please give any advice for the writer of this question?"

He stood up and placed his hands in his pocket, a habit I've gone to know as a nervous gesture. "Um... I think the best way is to be mean. I mean, that's how most people get attention. Or maybe try to impress them."

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