One day, about 3 weeks before your senior dance, you're innocently "taking notes". The bell rings for lunch & you get up to leave. Little did you know your sketchbook with all your drawings of Max falls out of your bag. You're sitting outside when a random kid grabs your arm & drags you through the hallways then shoves you into the middle of a crowd. You see none other than Max, with your sketchbook open in his hands. The confessions you never gave, the sappy love poetry. Continue from there
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1Russianbitch:Tyler
18/05/2025