"Wait. They like him?"

"That's crazy..."

"... No wonder they're always quiet..."

You went back into your classroom with your friends when you saw that they had looked into a page in your binder on accident.

The sounds of whispers and talking were eachoing through the whole class.

Because of how stressing out it was, you felt your eyes tearing up as you ran back out off the classroom with one of your friends calling out to you.

"... Wait!"

It was one of your classmates, Deuce.