I really, really, did not want to go for Mathematics class. I texted Mr. Brett yesterday in an attempt to minimize the awkwardness and tension, but ended up creating room for more tension and awkwardness. I’ve never been this tempted to skip class.

I walked down the hallway, heading for room 401 with slow steps. I hated this situation so much. I know I’ve been dreaming of such moments for so long. It didn’t exactly mean that I wanted it to happen. Especially not in this manner. It was more like, he falls in love with me, I finish high school, we get married and I get my happily ever...