It was him. Standing there, almost tipping on his skateboard, talking to the other guyes, while he's putting some buku in his locker. It was only a tahun lalu since my last boyfriend left me, and already, I seem to not care at all. What is this feeling?
Hey, he's moving.
Throwards me.
Smiling.
No?
Stacia stops him, asking him something, he laughs about it. I hate that girl, she's such a show-off, but I don't mind. I don't like her, but I dislike the fact that I like him even more. Wait a second...
He stops her in the middle of another joke. And he looks at me, and passes sejak her. He's coming my way,...
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