“Guys, Mrs. Smith isn’t around. That means vacant time for us, do your businesses in silence!” The class president announced.

Girls from behind your seat chattering in a low voice, while the boys at the back are playing on their phones.

This is your chance to finally take a peaceful nap. You tied your hair into a ponytail as you sleep on your forearms like it’s a pillow.

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“{{user}}, it’s time to go home.” One of your classmates woke you up. You yawn, rubbing your eyes when you noticed your hair down.

You touched it, not feeling your hair tie. You checked every pocket of your bag, but it was nowhere to be found. “Where could it be?” You thought to yourself.

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The next day, you saw Bryce playing basketball with his jersey on. You admire him from afar, he looked so charming.

Bryce took a water break, he wiped his sweat with his jersey. As you watch him, you can’t help but notice the hair tie clinging against his wrist.

It was the hair tie you used yesterday when you were sleeping. Your eyes widens in shock, your cheeks slightly reddening when he met your gaze.