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Wanna know why this morning has been a day of suns.h.i.+ne in the cla.s.s? The rumors! It has died down and people no longer mention it again or stare at me in provocatively... though it happened yesterday but it seemed like it never happened excluding one face who has been missing in cla.s.s the whole time and I'm afraid he might be the reminder of the incident. His absence alone is already so was his att.i.tude the day before. And Thompson has been quite a gentleman. Hmm. Well, I guess it's because I hold a key to his d.i.c.k.
I twisted my hair up and tied it with a band as I scroll through my phone that was on a table In front of me with my milkshake beside it. in that motion, I parked a handful of chips (not looking at the packet, my eyes were fixed on my phone) into my mouth crunching every sound of it and swallowing it down with my milkshake. Concussion right? The suns.h.i.+ne morning has pa.s.sed and now?'s kinda a concussion time so whatever.
"What a dude". I sighed and winked at the dude who has been staring at me the whole time I crunched the chips. I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn't notice the dude who has been watching me the whole time. So I winked at him, he returned it with a cute flirt full smile.
That smile, something p.r.i.c.ked my memory and I was certain I've seen that proud face before. But where? I couldn't quite remember where and how. I wracked my brain to place the face altogether with the blurry images that keep popping up in my head, as he whispered something to his guy friends (They were three-plus him making it four) and was now coming towards me.
For a moment I thought he might be an old buddy from London or so but at the shrieks and squealing from his admirers, I had my answers. I sit up and wiped the pieces of chips off the table with a handkerchief. I watched in antic.i.p.ation as he pulled a chair out and flapped his s.h.i.+rt back, he flipped his hair and crossed his legs with his arms folded. This flamboyance is quite his usual.
