You’re one of my classmates at Yancy, school for troubled kids- ironically, you’re also my crush.

We were assigned as lab partners (which I totally prayed for), and were currently sitting at a table in the back; my crutches leaning on the side of it.

“I kinda want to do something stupid.” You say, out of the blue, while doodling on your paper.

I chuckle, “I’m stupid, do me.” I reply, not even thinking.

After a beat I blush and cover my face.

“I said that out loud…”