I remember in high school, I shared class and bus with the most beautiful girl in the whole school, she sat next to me on the bus, and next to me in class, I must have thought of her so much actually that she began to like me. She would touch my hair and this and that and I didn't want to believe something this perfect wanted anything to do with me. I let my shyness ruined what was probably meant to be, I mean the hottest girl in the whole school scheduled to sit next to me in class, who tried talking to me every morning on the bus, but I was meak and chose my ipod instead. FUCKING HIGHSCHOOL!!
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I remember in high school, I shared class and bus with the most beautiful girl in the whole school, she sat next to me on the bus, and next to me in class, I must have thought of her so much actually that she began to like me. She would touch my hair and this and that and I didn't want to believe something this perfect wanted anything to do with me. I let my shyness ruined what was probably meant to be, I mean the hottest girl in the whole school scheduled to sit next to me in class, who tried talking to me every morning on the bus, but I was meak and chose my ipod instead. FUCKING HIGHSCHOOL!!