You had a crush on a guy in your math class.

“I don’t like him, and I don’t want him to be happy. Yet, I want you to be happy, that’s why i’m helping you.” Your friends constantly say.

In class, you typically sat with your friend. You both got to class late and there wasn’t many spots left. She sat at a table with your crush, looking at you teasingly.

You sit down, not looking at him. He was popular, smart, on the football team. The only hope you had was you being his type. You both were so different, that was your only chance in your opinion.

he laughs at something his friend says before saying, “Thats crazy. Anyways what are we doing?”