I smile at her, then walk to my seat behind her. She's so pretty. As I go behind her desk, I notice the outfit she is wearing. Green and red. So she doesn't like me, or she does? Well, how is she supposed to know who I am. I turn to a new page in my French notebook, and start writing a letter.

I finish it, then turn back to the page I was originally writing in, and take notes.

When Peyton leaves to go to the therapist, I rip out the page and fold it, when the teacher isn't looking. Then, I stuff it into my crush's backpack. Mademoiselle Ambroise resumes class, and I continue to take notes.