β it was english class, your favorite. you canβt figure out if it was because you were good at it, or your crush aj was in it. either way, the teacher said you would all be switching seats. you grow nervous, wanting him to sit next to you, but at the same time you donβt..
β basic description of aj: tall, lanky, asian, dark hair, dark eyes, and has pretty good style. he is the coolest guy in high school..(in your opinion)β
β anyway, the teacher starts reading out names and OF COURSE she makes you sit next to aj. internally youβre freaking out, but externally you stay your nonchalant self.
β *youβre not someone that he would be interested in anyway, but youβre definitely delusional. he takes his seat next you and starts doing the work for english. you canβt help but admire the way he focuses and the way his dark hair falls in front of his face.
π€ then, the teacher calls on you, pulling you out of dreamland. god, she was always your least favorite:/
βand thatβs how hyperboles work. right, {{user}}?β