I was done with my introduction and the butterflies in my stomach have gone into hibernation.

Five hours from now, we will be getting a break and I need to catch up with Kashelle who sat at the side row at this moment. I was glad to see her in my class. We met accidentally a few years ago. During those times, she was always boyish and had no feminine behavior which I found totally weird. Growing up with straight people, the LGBTQ was treated like a taboo. It was hard for me to adjust at first, but my views changed as I grew up. I started to find it absolutely normal, though I did find that a lot of other people found it unusual.

I still judge everybody regardless. Maybe I am totally not okay with it. There are still things I am not used to. But I realize that other people's lives are none of my business.

I was only ten years old when I met her. She was my best friend and she still is. Well, we were just classmates first and I sat next to her on the first day and then BOOM, best friends forever.

We used to eat lunch together. It was later when we grew up and struck puberty was when I realized she liked only girls. She would shrug whenever I teased her with a guy. I did not mind the fact that she liked girls. I accept her for who she is. We grew up together, had the best memories and I respected her feelings. And her mom gives me a free pizza.

I also couldn't get Kevin out of my mind and I found myself staring at him and looked away immediately. This happens all the time.

There's always someone every year with whom I would have a crush on and magically happen to date later. I like staying in the crush mode because things get funnier sometimes. And I love getting teased with the guy I like, but, I always pretend that I don't like it, in a very less obvious manner. And then a few days into the relationship, and the sparks would extinguish and that's when I know I shouldn't have dated and stayed friends instead.

Why don't you ever learn from your mistakes?

It doesn't hurt so bad. Can't we just do this one last time?

Yes, of course, my pretty girl. We will do this one last time. Then we shall regret it as usual. I hope you are happy now.

I tried to zone back into my teacher's lecture after realizing I was talking to myself again.

"Now, regarding your uniforms..."

Damn that teacher is loud.

I look at the clock. 8:01, the clock read. Nineteen more minutes to go.

The teacher looked at everyone and narrowed her eyebrows at a student.

She put her hands on her hip and spoke, "Urazion, was it? You might want to get a haircut because I think it's pretty long."

Urazion was too cute. Or maybe the cutest humans I have ever seen. I honestly find his eyes pretty fascinating. It's his eyes that draw my attention. He was a great chess player from what I heard. He looked sideways when the teacher called out again.

"Urazion, did you understand me?" She asked, with a sharp edge in her voice.

The principal of this school seriously needs to relax a few rules. He apparently, decided that the students need to be more disciplined and imposed more than fifty rules that needed to be followed, which were all written in a book and given to us when we got admitted here. Hair lengths for boys had a limit.

"Ma'am, I just got a cut yesterday, it's not that long."

His hair was so smooth and silky, unlike mine, which is all crazy and curly and hard to tame.

I looked at Kashelle to see that she was already looking at me.

"He looks like your type," she mouthed. I shook my head.

"He's got better hair than you," she pointed out. I signed her no back but she showed me two thumbs up and winks at me instead.

It was true. Sometimes, I want to make my hair look like romantic curls but it mostly looks like a witch who just escaped from Azkaban.

"If you don't get a cut by tomorrow, I am personally going to tie a pony on your head" and she turned back to face the board. Almost everyone heard when Urazion mumbles, "You better grow your hair, you are probably jealous of mine and I think you are trying to copy me." He didn't seem quite satisfied as the teacher didn't hear his statement.

Urazion is a charming person who was extremely cute. He is very sensitive about his hair. He is also very cute. If you need to be his friend, all you need to do is talk good about his hair. Also, he's very cute.

Okay, enough with the cute thing, you said it like a million times already.

I do what I want to!

I am just a hormonal teenager, after all.

The teacher continued to lecture again, "I strictly want everyone to dress appropriately. Everyone needs to abide by the rules and regulations. I don't want anyone of you to get in trouble. Do not turn this place into a jungle rave when there are no teachers here. Driving without a license is strictly not allowed. Learn all your lessons daily, because I can give a pop quiz anytime I feel like..."

Ughhh when is the bell going to ring???

Why Drashelle? I thought you were enjoying it. Now, why don't you look at Kevin? Like for the one last millionth time?

C'mon brain, I am trying to focus in class.

Well, we both know you are going into a cycle of relationships and breakups again and I don't think there's the slightest chance you might stop this for good.

..." and have a nice day."

Damn it got over. So far, so good.

I sometimes wonder whether people go temporarily deaf when they are lost in deep thoughts or if it's only me.

Since the class ended and the teacher left, I watched the class turn into a zoo. We had no phones with us, since they aren't allowed. So I take my Percy Jackson book out of my bag and place it on my lap. I didn't bother with bookmarks since I had no problem remembering page numbers. I can also hear random conversations that didn't have anything to me but I made a mental note to tell about it to Kashelle.

This seemed like a pretty good time to think about boys, though. I go through my memory to see if I had gone through any downfalls due to men and couldn't find any. The most intimate physical contact I ever had was maybe just a hug. I was way too afraid to kiss because I was always told that men are trouble and it could make you pregnant. 

Do I think about love? All the time. Do I want to be loved? Totally. Does this mean I have to kiss? I don't know anything about it. How do people even kiss? Is there a YouTube tutorial for this? How did people figure this out?

That's a lot of thoughts, please calm down.

That surely is a lot of thoughts before 9 am, I agreed. Maybe some day I will figure it all out and not hate myself if things did not work out.

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MWAHAHAHA!

Are my attempts to make you read the author's notes, make it feel I am pathetic?

( ╥﹏╥) ノシ

Having curly hair is hard to comb, you straight-haired/wavy haired people are so damn lucky.

It's just wonderful to see how humans never listen to their brains. I wonder why it's protected with a skull, it hardly comes in handy nowadays, especially during exams.

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My brain likes to sing during exams, I honestly don't know why!

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