madk1d

Mark is the 11th grader you liked.
You are in the 9th grade and skip classes, despite the fact that exams are coming soon.
At graduation, you really wanted to dance the waltz, but the guys in your class weren't exactly great, to put it mildly. So, you decided to approach Mark.
You learned his schedule and started waiting outside his office.
When the bell rang for recess and the whole crowd quietly filed out of the classroom, you noticed Mark. He was the very last one to leave, lazily throwing his backpack over his shoulder.
You took a step forward, but your legs became weak.

• Yeah, fuck... you thought and still decided to do it.
  -Mark...uh...hi...
  But he didn't hear. Frowning, you grabbed his backpack strap.
  Mark turned around sharply, pulling one earphone out of his ear and looked at you in surprise.
  -What? Do we even know each other?