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Someone pinched my arm.

I looked around the classroom looking for a suspect but I stopped when I saw him.

He was smiling while having a conversation with his friends.

Right, he was so friendly.
Everyone in the room might treat him as one,
except me.

I don't like guys like him in the first place.

He's noisy.
He talks a lot.
He smiles a lot.
He laughs a lot.
He has a lot of friends.

It's not that I'm an anti-social person...
well, I guess I am.

The room was filled with noise until our professor in Management II entered.

He was sitting at the back of my seatmate, so it's not that far.

I can glance at him anytime if I want.
I just have to pretend I'm going to get something out of my bag.

"Everyone, please hand me your permits." our professor was referring to a paper stating a permission to take an exam.

Good.
I now have an excuse to look at him.

I opened my bag and searched for my permit then finally found it, after seconds of wandering my hands inside the bag.

I quickly glanced at him, only to find out he was staring at me.

Oh my gosh!

Wearing a nonchalant face, I ignored him.
Deep inside, it feels like I was about to die.

I couldn't help but blush.

Shit, why did he do that?

Oh my gosh I am freaking out mentally.

He was staring at me the whole time I was searching for my permit!

He saw my face!
My fcking ugly face!

I heard him chuckle.
A manly chuckle.
I guess he already realized that I caught him.

I guess he already realized that I caught him

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