katnisshungergames10 wrote:Well, I have one.
We were waiting for something, and the girl next to me wanted to swap places with me. I said no. She said I liked the boy next to me. I said no.
Long story short, I like him. Thankfully, he doesn't know.
This is what happens with me, when something like that happens.
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"Hey! Swap places with me, please?"
I glanced at the girl. "...Nah, I don't think I will."
"Why not?" she whined.
"'Cause I don't want to."
"Is it because of him?" She pointed at the kid next to me.
I looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. "No."
"You like him, don't you?"
I looked at her, shook my head while facepalming, then flatly replied, "No. It's because I like my seat, I don't like you, and the kid
you're next to smells like a wet goat. So, unless you plan on shoving me out of the seat, deal with it."