i ended up failing your class.
i failed my favourite subject.
i think enough time has passed that i can laugh at that.
year 11, i had no classes with you.
people seemed to have forgotten all about the rumours, but i hadn't. whenever i saw you, i'd avoid you like the plague. i think that made me want you more. the problem is i never figured out when i started wanting you in the first place. did you fall first? or was it me?
